Vakkler Relkav |
A grey-robed kobold walks in, looking down at his papers...he is followed by a slightly larger individual, wearing a hooded cloak, packed to the hilt like a mule. He mumbles to himself with a confused look on his face...then notices others around him. He strightens up a bit, clears his throat, then...
Draconic Umm...excuse me. Does anyone know where the dorms are?
Vakkler clicks his tongue. He hisses a response.
Krays |
He blinks a few times, bows to you then...
He looks a little abashed then says in broken common
Where be the dwellings for the learning?
Vakkler Relkav |
He blinks a few times, bows to you then...
** spoiler omitted **
He looks a little abashed then says in broken common
Where be the dwellings for the learning?
Krays |
Krays wrote:** spoiler omitted **He blinks a few times, bows to you then...
** spoiler omitted **
He looks a little abashed then says in broken common
Where be the dwellings for the learning?
resigned sigh
Vakkler Relkav |
Vakkler Relkav wrote:Krays wrote:** spoiler omitted **He blinks a few times, bows to you then...
** spoiler omitted **
He looks a little abashed then says in broken common
Where be the dwellings for the learning?resigned sigh
** spoiler omitted **
Vakkler smiles kindly.
"Excuse me," the history teacher says loudly. "Might someone point me towards the dormitories? I need to make certain we didn't overpay that exterminator."
In case it's not clear, Vakkler has a bit of racial bias. :P
narrator |
A blond boy, apparently human, walks past reading a book about plumbingbe afraid, be very afraid and absently says in draconic,
He briefly looks up from his book and sizes up the new arrival and grins.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun. See ya round half pint."
Vakkler Relkav |
The school was founded by me, but it is no longer common knowledge that dragons founded all of Agartha.[/telepathy]
GyaAARGH! I've told them--or you, I suppose, since you're likely listening right now--to stop projecting into my mind. It's unsettling. Besides, it's not such rare knowledge.
Actually, this is the first he's heard of dragons founding Agartha. He assumed Krays was referring to kobolds 'founding' Agartha, which, in his kobold-centric view, makes sense.
He clicks his tongue at the blonde human. "Hmm. Well, I actually do have to make sure that exterminator did his job. Demented gnome..." The gamekeeper picks up what looks like a sack full of little octopi and heads off, following the fellow's directions.
Krays |
Well of course kobolds built everything of consequence, am I right?I was actually referring to the backstory of Agartha...didn't know the knowledge had faded, sorry :(
Krays beckons his companion to follow, then trudges off after Vakkler, nodding at the blonde boy as he passes in thanks
lynora |
Krays wrote:Well of course kobolds built everything of consequence, am I right?I was actually referring to the backstory of Agartha...didn't know the knowledge had faded, sorry :(I didn't remember, either. I was just covering for my own error. :P
No worries, this is why we get this stuff out of the way in the discussion thread.:)
Kobold Catgirl |
Actually, when I first wanted to join (and had a better memory of the setting), my concept was a kobold historian. Said historian was good at getting info, but often got key bits wrong. The main bit was that he got kobolds and amethyst dragons mixed up, and was convinced that the 'anti-kobold propaganda' was the reason his version of history wasn't common knowledge.
lynora |
Actually, when I first wanted to join (and had a better memory of the setting), my concept was a kobold historian. Said historian was good at getting info, but often got key bits wrong. The main bit was that he got kobolds and amethyst dragons mixed up, and was convinced that the 'anti-kobold propaganda' was the reason his version of history wasn't common knowledge.
*snerk*
I like it. Nothing so amusing as a historian who's got his facts wrong. :)
Nasima Shearskye |
'Sima suddenly becomes oddly blurry and all her hair stands up. she has a brief moment to look at Dragonborn, her face a mask of dismayed terror. "Nonononooo! Why did you say the S-word?!"
Her body fades into a grey cloudy mist and grows to three, four, eight, twelve times her normal size. More than that. A horrid skull appears in the middle of this mass and tendrils of cloud that could conceivably be horrid arms or tentacles stretch all around the student lounge, covering everything and everyone in a soaking mist. Electrical sparks fly and bolts of lightning arc from notebook binders and desk chairs, chalk trays and stair rails. Lights blow out and the power surges, then goes out. Then the block goes out, then the grid. Horrid peals of thunder shatter windows and move cars and hansoms and airships and riding beasts and hills.
Khoda is here.
Khoda |
"SMITE!
SMITE!
SMITE!
SMITE!
HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!
With each 'smite' something is struck by billions of volts of electricity courtesy a horrid shaft of blue-white lightning: a tree, a car, a bookshelf, the gymnasium. The tang of ionized air fills everyone's nostrils.
"TTTRREMMMMMBBLLLLLLLE!!!"
His presence having been made known, The Lightning God recedes to his natural plane, withdrawing tendril and cloud and lightning, the thunder of his cruel laugh echoing over the landscape and away into the abyss...
Nasima Shearskye |
...leaving a now soaking-wet and unconscious Nasima in his place, crumpled on the floor. It is the only time her hair does not move, and the shadows on her skin are still.
Then her skin moves again, then her hair stirs, then she comes to with a wet gasp. There is a look of knowing horror on her face as she surveys the wreckage Khoda wrought. She looks at Ephebe, Kamenwati and Krays, then lets out a choked sob and runs out of the room, her sopping-wet shoes making sad squishing noises as she darts down the hall to the girls' room, bawling her eyes out in terror and embarrassment and exultant ecstasy.
Vakkler Relkav |
Something falls down the stairs. It looks like an empty sack. The sack is followed by Vakkler. His crossbow is already drawn. "What the--oh, for the love of--" He puts the crossbow away, pausing a moment to catch his breath. He sighs. "This mess would have caused the janitor to quit, if he hadn't just been eaten.
"By the way, I can safely say that although the previous exterminator did not get the job done. I did. And I doubt anybody will even notice the burn marks."
He pulls his crossbow back out. "Forgot to unload it...." he mutters. "So, has someone had a temper tantrum? Looks like a storm's been brewing."
Krays |
Looks amazed at the havoc...then gets a serious look on his face
He motions to his companion
Vakkler Relkav |
Looks amazed at the havoc...then gets a serious look on his face
** spoiler omitted ** He says to Vakkler.
He motions to his companion
** spoiler omitted **
*Now, don't say that, Vakkler, you're a teacher.
....
....I hate mind readers.
In case it's unclear, italics are what he's restraining himself from saying out loud. :P
Krays |
Krays wrote:** spoiler omitted **Looks amazed at the havoc...then gets a serious look on his face
** spoiler omitted ** He says to Vakkler.
He motions to his companion
** spoiler omitted **
He turns, pondering the comment, then nods at Vakkler in acknowledgement, and bows as he departs to his room
Marra Ironbound |
Marra opens her eyes and yawns as the chaos dies down and Sima runs off, she takes a quick look around a bit confused as to what everyone is talking about and why her 'skin' feels tingly. "Did I miss something?" She asks as she finally beings to move about showing off that she is not in fact a statue.
(( Oh dear... I just realized that Marra is a living lightning rod, this is going to be quite amusing xD.))
Vakkler Relkav |
I just updated H'Tor's profile so you'd get an idea of what he is...dunno why it didn't occur to me to do so when I made the alias <boggle>
Ah, that's more or less what I figured. I'm assuming his actual race is concealed from most? Because if Vakkler knew Krays was a necromancer, he'd have a rather different attitude towards him....
Kryzbyn |
Kryzbyn wrote:I just updated H'Tor's profile so you'd get an idea of what he is...dunno why it didn't occur to me to do so when I made the alias <boggle>Ah, that's more or less what I figured. I'm assuming his actual race is concealed from most? Because if Vakkler knew Krays was a necromancer, he'd have a rather different attitude towards him....
Oh no Krays is definately a kobold, with markings heavily favoring a black dragon. His doesn't carry himself as a necromancer, but either he is (after seeing H'Tor) or someone else has provided the companion...
H'Tor cannot bypass close scrutiny, but wears a heavy hooded cloak to try to blend in as much as he can. He appears to just be a beefed up medium sized kobold skeleton. When he turns to look, you can clearly see two firepoint eyes staring out of the darkness of the hood...Kobold Catgirl |
Vakkler Relkav wrote:Kryzbyn wrote:I just updated H'Tor's profile so you'd get an idea of what he is...dunno why it didn't occur to me to do so when I made the alias <boggle>Ah, that's more or less what I figured. I'm assuming his actual race is concealed from most? Because if Vakkler knew Krays was a necromancer, he'd have a rather different attitude towards him....Oh no Krays is definately a kobold, with markings heavily favoring a black dragon. His doesn't carry himself as a necromancer, but either he is (after seeing H'Tor) or someone else has provided the companion...
H'Tor cannot bypass close scrutiny, but wears a heavy hooded cloak to try to blend in as much as he can. He appears to just be a beefed up medium sized kobold skeleton. When he turns to look, you can clearly see two firepoint eyes staring out of the darkness of the hood...
Yeah, I was referring to the latter.
Vakkler hasn't realized H'Tor's nature, I think. Otherwise, the previous interaction doesn't make as much sense. :PKryzbyn |
Yeah, I was referring to H'Tor.
ok yeah, sorry. Should have been more descriptive.
I'm sure the headmaster(s) are aware of his abilities, and H'Tor's true nature. Krays doesn't know who sponsored him to this school, or how he got there, exactly. So "who knows what or why" is unknown to him, atm. He just knows it's in his best interest to benefit from the knowledge this place has to offer.Mr. Sinh |
:: Squeek squee squeeeek :: squeek squee squee-eek ::
Odd rhythmic squeaking comes from outside the room. It is preceded through the doorway by a relatively thin and decidedly middle-aged gentleman wearing a frown, rolled trousers held up by suspenders, and a work shirt that is possibly the drabbest shade of grey ever created. A small name-tag is pinned to the shirt; it's message is hand-written in a spidery text: Mr. Sinh, MCA
:: Squeek squee squeeeek :: squeek squee squee-eek ::
In one hand, the old gent bears (with quiet competence) something that looks to be a stiff-bristled mop. His other hand pulls a bright red bandana from a back pocket. He proceeds to dust items in odd ways according to some obscure custodial logic.
:: Squeek squee squeeeek :: squeek squee squee ::
The heretofore unseen 'squeaker' makes its appearance - a battered and stained metal washpail on wheels. It stops in the doorway, then pivots and enters the room, stopping close to the janitor.
lynora |
Okay, I love the detail of the mop bucket following him. Very cool. :)
It looks like most people have their concept done or almost done. Weekends tend to be a bit scattered for me, but I think we can get the main thread started on Monday. Anyone who's not quite ready by then can just go ahead and jump in whenever they are ready. Either as a late arrival or they've been there all along and just hadn't interacted with the other PCs yet. It's a big school after all. Can't meet everyone right away. :)
Mr. Sinh |
With a final swipe of his red bandana across the tentacled bust of a Mind Flayer, Mr. Sinh casts a professional eye around the room for more items in need of dusting. His eyes light on the statuesque and statue-like Marra. "I don't suppose you'll be needin' a dusting will you, Miss?"
Vakkler - is that sack empty or in need of clean-up? :)
Vakkler Relkav |
With a final swipe of his red bandana across the tentacled bust of a Mind Flayer, Mr. Sinh casts a professional eye around the room for more items in need of dusting. His eyes light on the statuesque and statue-like Marra. "I don't suppose you'll be needin' a dusting will you, Miss?"
Vakkler - is that sack empty or in need of clean-up? :)
It's empty. Vakkler hasn't bothered to pick it up, seeing it as a bit inconsequential (considering the damage the elemental did).
Marra Ironbound |
With a final swipe of his red bandana across the tentacled bust of a Mind Flayer, Mr. Sinh casts a professional eye around the room for more items in need of dusting. His eyes light on the statuesque and statue-like Marra. "I don't suppose you'll be needin' a dusting will you, Miss?"
Vakkler - is that sack empty or in need of clean-up? :)
Marra lets out a gravely chuckle as she turns to face Mr.Sinh "No thank you." she says finding it a bit amusing that the first real contact she has had here is with presumably a janitor of some sort if his request was any indication. Spotting the squeaky little bucket Marra tilts her head a bit before kneeling down next to it regarding it with a look of interest. "This is an interesting little thing. It moves on it's own. Does it only follow you?" Marra asks prodding the bucket once to see what sort of reaction she can get out of it.
Mr. Sinh |
Sinh scratches his head at Marra's question, "Well, Miss, it doesn't exactly move on its own. That is to say, the magic isn't in it, if you follow me. The pail is just a pail. I've just got a friend pushin' it." He seems frustrated by his poor explanation.
"Oy! Little Sinh, please lean Betsy against that wall." After a moment, Sinh lets his mop go and it float/bounces slowly over to a wall where it comes to a rest. "See, Miss, now he's over there. He's a capable fellow. I could ask him to push the pail around after you, carry books, or whatnot. He can do a bit more than moving the pail."
Marra Ironbound |
Marra looks back up at Mr.Sinh with a look of mild confusion as he explains to her that the bucket it not propelling itself, as he has whatever was propelling the bucket move the mop she seems to gain some sort of understanding "So... you have an invisible companion then? That is interesting in of itself though I am a bit saddened that the bucket is not magic itself. If I was right and you do have an invisible companion is it always as such?" she asks as she takes a long look at the area around the mop trying to spot whatever moved it.
Mr. Sinh |
Sinh seems gratified and surprised by her interest. He calls to his invisible companion to give her a better look. "Little Sinh, please bring Betsy over here."
The mop is again lifted by unseen hands and brought over towards Marra and Sinh. "I call him a 'him' but really he's just a spell - not a real person or anything like that." He concludes awkwardly.
Bluff 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Marra sees nothing of the creature/force moving the mop, it seems entirely invisible.
Marra Ironbound |
1d20 ⇒ 15
Marra tilts her head at Sinh a bit as she listens to him she then gives him a grin before looking back to the mop as it is brought back over by whatever spell Sinh is using. "Magic has never been one of my strong areas, I believe my abilities are perhaps tied to some mystic force but I suppose learning more about them is why I am here, perhaps you could tell me a bit more of your magical abilities or perhaps display more of your abilities? I enjoy watching people who can preform magic at work." she says as she attempts to poke at whatever force is moving the mop.
Mr. Sinh |
Sinh shuffles uncomfortably under her gaze. "I just dabble a little with magic, Miss... to help out a bit at work, see? You'd be surprised how often the sorcerous and janitorial arts complement each other. Still..." he frowns, deep in thought. "I might remember a little spell that is maybe magicky enough to interest you. It isn't custodial magic but I don't really have much to clean here so..."
Mr. Sinh weaves a spell. His body shrinks to 4' tall, his features become more coarse and angular as his skin turns to cracked grey granite and his eyes become bright, flinty, gemstones. He appears to be a small earth elemental.
He looks up at Marra, who now dwarfs him even more than before, "Sometimes, it's safer to clean really big messes with tougher skin."