(EVENT) The Annual Guildmaster's Meeting!

Zuo was never one for politics. He didn't like dishonesty and under handed behavior. Political agendas always baffled him in their stupidity. It could also be said he didn't play well with others. So naturally he avoided the magic council and like the plague. So when he caught wind of a guild master's meeting, an opportunity to further the good of Fiore while working with many other powerful and influential mages without the magic council's presence, he knew he had to attend. After all the old man had big plans. This was likely the best chance he would have of setting the stage for his end-game Fiore.

The old geezer stood outside the meeting hall, a few meters behind the mob of non-mages trying to get in, with Cyrus close at hand. There were issues to be addressed and Zuo Cii had every intention to address them all. So naturally him making an entrance was absolutely necessary. Simply walking in was not an option. Anything simple was never an option. Zuo looked at Cyrus "It is time." The cloud make mage nodded his consent. With that done Zuo clapped his hands together because it was showtime.



As if the ground was made of water Zuo sunk into the ground in an instant. The few who happened to be looking as it happened were left slack jawed and dumb founded. Zuo's control of the earth let him carry himself through the underground as easily as a powerful wind mage could fly through the sky. From under the ground the old man could feel the vibrations of stomping feet and shouting voices as he moved under the guildmaster hall. The sound sent shudders up and down his spine. At that moment he worried the meeting would be unorganized and fall into chaos and not get anything done.

The thought put Zuo in a bad mood and he promised himself to not let that happen. Now back to the originally scheduled entrance....

Positioning himself underneath where the stage was Zuo now had a slightly difficult task to deal with. He had no idea where his chair was supposed to be. However he had a man on the top side who was going to help him with that problem. He waited for the signal. Then he waited some more. Then a little more. Then at last he heard the tiny clink above him. The sound of a coin hitting a hard wood stage.

This was going to be smashing.

Zuo positioned himself under where he heard the clink. The marble make mage swirled his hands in gathering all the marble in the ground close to him. When he had enough he surrounded himself in it and willed himself upward. No one was going to forget this for a long time.

A marble pillar as thick as a grown man shot out from directly under the chair reserved for Zuo Cii. The chair was obliterated instantly of course. The pillar continued until it's top was 7 feet above the floor of the stage. From inside the marble pillar Zuo molded the stone so that it formed into a tall-backed marble throne directly under the Lamia Scale banner. The attention whore guild master then melted out of the marble taking his seat in the throne he had created. He looked out at the mages in attendance and smiled warmely. His pale green Lamia Scale tattoo over his right eye stood out on his face to identify the guild he belonged to. "I Zuo Cii Guildmaster of Lamia Scale have arrived."

These theatrics were not without reason. Zuo Cii was magically bound so that he had to be in direct contact with the ground at all times. So simply walking into a building and onto a stage didn't really work for him. Hence creating a marble pillar and throne so that he could maintain contact with the earth. Not being one to make a mess, with a wave of his hand the old man used some of the spare marble to fill the gap in the floor his entrance had made.