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The Avalon Chronicles

Game Master lynora

This is a high level rules light game set in a school for magical kids, kinda a mash-up of Soul Eater, Harry Potter, and X-Men. :)


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Female Halfling Teenager
Anahita bint Tariq wrote:

Anahita's expression goes through a few variations, including annoyance and then calmness, the default when merely present to the world around her.

"So you chose your subject based on ...reactions in others? Interesting." With a glance back up at Illy again, after the last question, she replies.

"A world named Golarion, based on the majority of the population. Specifically, in a nation called the Padishah Empire of Kelesh. I suppose you can place me in that off planet category along with a few others. Not sure how relevant that is, though in the grand scheme of things ..." There's a pause of thought on her face as she seems to consider her words.

After a few moments, she looks off in consideration, then back to Illy. "Have you ever sat to ponder the point of your existence? The actual... divine, or something beyond your own thinking, purpose? Destiny, perhaps?"

She seems pretty casual about the topic, in tone and manner.

"'S one way of learning 'bout people. Put pressure on them and see out they react." Illithia replies with a shrug before hopping down off the table and returning to her seat.

Illithia looks as though she about to say something in response to Anahita talking about Golarion when she changes the subject to the highly existential.

Illithia just smiles, her tone a match for Anahita's casual statement. "Heavy s%$+, huh?" she takes a bit of deep-fried potato into her fingers and toys with it for a moment, seeming to idly consider it. She then pops it into her mouth, and speaks while chewing. "Way I see it, whatever's out there..." she makes a vague gesture upwards, "Like... gods, the divine, whatevs you wanna call it, you gotta wonder if they're just like us. The future's just this thing, y'know? Jus' cause they have more power, more wisdom, all that, doesn't mean that they always know what's going on. Doesn't mean they control everything. If dentisy's like, real or whatever, they'd be subject to it too, y'know?"

Illithia just shrugs, grabs another fry to munch. "I dunno, I guess I'm not too worried about it? What about you? I'm pretty sure I've got a few coppers for your thoughts."

She starts idly rooting through her pockets, reclining so her hands slide in more easily.


Male Firebird Monk (Master of Many Styles, Martial Artist) 16 // Firebender 8/Earthbender 8
Raelle del Sol wrote:

Raelle went pale, unable to speak. She could barely breathe. She felt like someone just kicked her in the chest. Her sister....she could hardly deal with losing her friends and now this.....No, this was different. Vai wanted to come back. She was going to come back.

The only outward sign of her inner turmoil was her 'tattoos' shifting and moving across her skin. She took a deep breath, trying to get past that feeling of not being able to get enough air.
"So we fix this thing with the end of the universe and then she comes back? Come on, we need to hurry and fix this as soon as possible," she said, grabbing his hand and heading towards the lab even quicker.

Ardiente feels a fierce flash of pride at Raelle's reaction, at her own determination to help. The feeling is jarred shortly as Raelle dragged him the first step or two towards the lab.

Once inside the lab, Ardiente looks utterly lost, having been left standing next to Tamrin as Raelle goes to work. The young firebird glances over at Aananda, working studiously away at her station, and back to Tamrin.

"So... uh... uncle? Is feeling left out normal?" he asks quietly.


Figment Narrator 20
yet nameless. wrote:

she pets him a little more.

"It'll be alright. I'll get rainbow's wing fixed, even if it takes a while."
she smiles a bit, then wanders over to one of the fallen trees, and starts breaking some branches off.

he snorts "just be quick about it, " honestly what kind of healer doesn't use magic, sounds more like... Slow torture... With a bit of psych warfare thrown it... Huh that still sounds pretty useful the paradox changed creature waits at the waterside and looks over his new body, this body is... Acceptable, not the perfection of my old one, but there is power in it, a new and interesting one, it will do just fine for now when the healer comes back with branches, leaves or whatever she can find to bind or brace the wing, he snorts and puts his wing in as convenient a position as he can for her.

When she gets to work he sniffs the air, smelling a familiar scent and asks "do you smell something burning?"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

she sets the wing in place. Naturally, this is far from pleasnt, but she keeps it as painless as possible.
"Uhm. What's burning?"


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Djalos Tyon wrote:
Miss Jones wrote:
Djalos Tyon wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

Outwardly, Djalos appears deep in meditation. He's utterly serene.

** spoiler omitted **

** spoiler omitted **

On the outside, Djalos' face gradually turns ashen, and in an instant, he hunches over and begins sobbing violently....

Mindscape:
Miss Jones remained calm and unruffled in spite of the tidal wave of emotions that washed over her. She should have known better than to use water imagery. It was her strongest ability so naturally it took out the wall much faster than she had intended. She was getting sloppy. She needed to stay away from water as much as from music. She couldn't afford to get distracted or she'd have even more to pay penance for.

She turned around and examined the now colorful space, taking care to forget the memories she had seen. She hadn't had permission to look so it wasn't right to remember them. The storm still raged overhead. He was going to kill himself if he didn't stop chaining it up. She sighed. It would be better if she could give Djalos time to adjust to all of these memories and feelings, but of course things had built up in more than one place. She approached him, gently tapping him on the shoulder.
::Djalos. We are not done yet. I would like to give you time to rest and process, but there are other issues,:: she added pointing up at the storm.


Male Elf Slayer 16

Mindscape:

Djalos remains huddled in his little safety bubble. His form constantly flickers and changes in accordance to the memories currently flickering through his mind. A scared, bloodied little boy. Djalos much as he is in reality, except with multiple cuts and bruises, and his tattered coat even more torn. A flash of gay yellow-again corresponding to the memory which Djalos, even now, is putting behind closed doors-that quickly disappears.

A psychic analyst of Miss Jones' talents would quickly realize two things: One, that Djalos, without the framework of his carefully ordered mind and assassination job, doesn't know who he is. Two, the closed memory is somehow integral to Djalos psyche, as it keeps popping up despite the storm.

"Y-yes..." Djalos whispers, terrified.

On the out side, Djalos is still sobbing. He repeats "So many... So... many..." over and over again.
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More later.


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Male Elven (reincarnated - originally Human) Fighter 5 / Wizard 10 / Arcane Gunslinger 10 / Arcane Gunmaster 5
Ardiente wrote:

Ardiente feels a fierce flash of pride at Raelle's reaction, at her own determination to help. The feeling is jarred shortly as Raelle dragged him the first step or two towards the lab.

Once inside the lab, Ardiente looks utterly lost, having been left standing next to Tamrin as Raelle goes to work. The young firebird glances over at Aananda, working studiously away at her station, and back to Tamrin.

"So... uh... uncle? Is feeling left out normal?" he asks quietly.

Tamrin looks up again from his datapad quizzically.

"Oh, right." he mutters to himself as he pulls something up on his screen and types quickly. "I really need a spreadsheet to keep track of all this..."

"You have to subscribe to the Circle of Usefulness mentality in this family - you may not feel like a contributor right this second, but it'll come around to you sooner than you think. Trust me," he replies with the first small chuckle he's had in a while.

"Besides, sometimes being the one looking in from the outside yields fresh perspectives on things, as Raelle just demonstrated. I think." (^-^)


Figment Narrator 20

The larger voidwalker blinks how do you even explain burning "uh, something is burning when it's being consumed by fire? And smoke cones out, Hence the smell?"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

the woman pauses a moment.
"fire?"


Figment Narrator 20

what the hell, how can someone not know what fire is, it's like not knowing what air is.. "I'm not sure how to describe fire.. Uh, it's kinda like air, but it's hot, and it glows, usually red orange and yellow, but sometimes other colors, it moves and consumes stuff, sometimes it's alive, but sometimes it isn't uuuuh..." he looks around for the source of the smell and spots a couple of bushes that had ignited from the embers, with fire that was now spreading to an adjacent tree "that, that is fire"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

the woman sort of paws at the air, as if struggling to remmber what that was.
"Hot? Is that the horrid feeling that gets worse near the fire?"


Figment Narrator 20

"Horrid feeling? I guess so, I don't feel it myself... Though it doesn't feel as good as I remember... We should probably start moving away from it, or get into the water, will these bindings hold up in the water?"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

she pokes at the water a bit.
"In there? Why? Uhm. I don't know if they'd hold."


Figment Narrator 20

"Then we'll walk the other way, since you don't seem to like the fire, maybe we'll find someone who can properly fix my wing soon,"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

"I... Nevermind. let's go, then. If this... Fire eats stuff like you said, maybe we should have somone deal with it, if we can?"


Figment Narrator 20

He shrugs "I guess, but I don't really care about trees, so I'm not in much of a hurry, my first de- that is the first thing I'll ask for is a proper white Mage"


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

"Alright then. I guess. Uhm."
she starts walking Through the forest, away from the fire.


male goo dragon alchemist 16(spellhammer) / synthesist 16

"Yes, but I'll need to know where we are going now. I can contact Mr. Jiminy on my datapad. He can tell Jeran where to meet us. But I have to tell him from the school. There's no relay anywhere else."

Mentioned earlier that he knows Jiminy and has his contact because he had his ooze crafting pit fabricated at his factory. I figure datapad communication wouldn't work outside the school.

He draws the pad and stands poised to type, message already addressed to Jiminy.


Female Firebird Oracle 7

Archena looks at the door to the psych room.

She had actually only promised to help him find the room... she hadn't said anything about watching him cry while the teacher spaced out with her hands on his head...

She debates internally at what point she should or shouldn't leave...


Male Kitsune Witchblade 16/Arcane Archer 10, Fighter 6

Shoshin sits in his class, listening to the teacher while spacing out every now and again when various topics are brought up, before returning to reality and scribbling notes or important information in his journal


Male Human (Paragon) Gestalt Monk 14 / Fighter (Unarmed) 7 / Elemental Fist 5 / Enlightened Scholar 2 / [CLASSIFIED] 6 (^-^)
Vai Emkar wrote:

Excellent.

** spoiler omitted **

** spoiler omitted **

Fei has not yet taken an action. Darth Vai has total concealment, though Fei can pinpoint her square without having to roll against her Stealth thanks to the sensors available to him.

And one more roll that I thought was in Fei's last post but was not...

Knowledge (Arcana) check: 1d20 + 35 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 35 + 2 = 52

(Fireclaw, please let me know if that number does not meet or exceed Vai's effective CR.)

Realizing that he is still fighting on his opponent's terms, Fei ends his scrutiny and finally commits to this engagement.

His Lace immediately extinguishes all of the lights in the laboratory, plunging the room into darkness. Knowing that her draconic heritage will still allow her to see in the dark, the young monk wastes no time in trying to put her on the defensive.

With a helpful 'nudge' from the kinetic energy stored in his body (and tapping into his Champion abilities), he adjusts his grip on the table....then hefts the whole thing up and hurls it at his adversary's true position.

Attack Roll, using the Throw Anything feat, kinetic boost for leverage and Valor's Mantle to ignore Vai's concealment (as per True Strike):

1d20 + 45 + 20 ⇒ (11) + 45 + 20 = 76
Damage (utilizing Kirin Strike for extra damage, and ignoring all damage reduction): 2d8 + 30 + 20 ⇒ (7, 3) + 30 + 20 = 60

Kinetic force damage: 1d20 ⇒ 14 = 14d6 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 4, 5, 4, 2, 2, 4, 6, 6, 1, 2, 6) = 46


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Melody Waverider wrote:

Mel looked at Raelle and gave a smile, she seemed to know everything she was saying.

I think it will be up to us two, also, I suggest you look again, at my work, you will find that there are in fact all dimensions you need, however, due to something going on, 4 are masked. I went ahead and worked out the details over here.

she shows raelle some other work she was working on. You see these? there is something inside that rift that is attempting to mask its presence.

Mel also whispers to her, I'm glad to have someone here on my level.

Lyn PM coming your way

"Okay," Raelle said, examining the new printouts, so absorbed in the work that she didn't really register the comment about being on Melody's level. She would have argued if she had heard it. After all, Melody and Arthur were geniuses. She was just good at math. Totally different thing. "Well, this at least makes more sense now. But it's still full of errors. Here, I'll show you," she said, pulling a smokestick from her belt and lighting it with a small lighter she'd taken to carrying. Since her psychic powers started she hadn't been able to reliably manage to cast Spark. Well, to be honest, it hadn't been that reliable before that, but she could do it most of the time instead of not at all.

As the smoke curled up she fashioned it into an elaborate illusion and soon numbers and mathematical symbols were swirling around Raelle and Melody in what seemed like total chaos, but was actually a carefully written equation.
"Here are the parts that are just plain wrong," she said, parts of the equation lighting up in red. "And here are the blank spots that should have something there, but don't," she added, different spots lighting up in green. "And here is your potential interference pattern," she added, a whole section at the center lighting up in blue. "Now, truthfully, with as many errors as there are in the base equation I can't actually be sure if it is an interference pattern or what kind of pattern it even is. But it is probable that if this rift is a potential end of the world scenario that whoever is on the other side is also doing something to try to close it. Or hold it open if they don't actually understand the potential consequences. I can't tell you more without seeing actual data on the actual rift."


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

the woman keeps walking for a while. It isn't too long beofre a large building comes into view.
"Hmm? What's that?"


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Phaezeriel wrote:
Ginni wrote:
What was left of Ginni's mind had no sense of self. That would have required cohesion, and everything that made up her was blasted apart. Memories drifted across her mind like bubbles with no connection to each other or to when or where they might have happened. There are three anchor points, but they couldn't be more different than each other. The first anchor is jagged and cut. The pieces near it fall apart faster and they cannot be put together here. The third anchor is whole, but every piece that makes up Ginni is rejecting it. None of the bubbles linger here and it's as if her mind were trying desperately to eject it. The second anchor, on the other hand, was solid and the pieces of Ginni's mind gathered around it. This connection point seems like a good place to start, somewhere that he can at least begin to find pieces that went together.

In that way he cannot entirely explain, Phaezeriel moves through the chaos that is, in a very real sense, all that is left of Ginni. It seems that the only stable points are the involuntary connections she forms to others, and of those, only one seems a viable place to start.

Phaezeriel spends some time looking at the memory fragments that are nearest to this stable point. Three of them stand out amongst the others. They are not memories that fit together, and there is no way he could explain why they stood out, but they are the starting point. Somehow.

After a while, Phaezeriel collects the three memory fragments and holds them in place near the most stable point. shifting them this way and that until he has them in what seems like a chronological order. He exerts his will to tether them to the anchor nearby, and to hold them in the correct order. The small child huddled in the ally first, the girl being bullied in the orphanage second, and the memory of hurrying to a performance last. Phaezeriel imposes some distance between them to allow space for the missing memories, and watches to see if they will stay or if...

The bubbles are formative memories for Ginni. I actually gave them to you in chronological order to start with. :)

Bubble 1 was when she was four and was the first time she internalized the message that no one would ever want her. Bubble 2 was when she was six and was her first time running away from the orphanage and living on the streets. Bubble 3 was when she was 13, and was right after she joined the circus and thought that she'd finally found someplace to belong. The next few bubbles will be along the same lines.

Once the first three bubbles are anchored, a different set of bubbles lit up, as if trying to draw attention to themselves. Meanwhile, smaller bubbles were starting to stick to the first three. It wasn't going to be fast, but once he got enough of the larger bubbles anchored it looked like the rest of her would form around them.

Bubble 4:
She was watching a family eat dinner through their window. Her mouth watered as she saw the roast meat they were eating. She wished more than anything that she could have a family to love her. Someone saw her and she ran, but not fast enough. A big, scary man caught her and shook her while he yelled at her, telling her to stay away. He hit her and kicked her. An older boy ran out of an alley and threatened the man with a knife. When the man was gone the older boy told her to follow him so she did. How Ginni ended up as a temporary member of a street gang.

Bubble 5:
She shivered with the cold. The water she was scrubbing the floor with wasn't helping. In spite of her best efforts she was soaked and she couldn't stop shivering. She missed Telev, but he was dead now and there wasn't anybody out there who cared about her at all. Or anybody in here for that matter. She cried while she worked. It wasn't like anybody was going to notice. Ginni at age 9, back at the orphanage.


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Arthur Barren wrote:

Arthur grits his teath at the condescension, but as much as he wanted to argue and extole his own virtues and worth, he had a job to do, and it was more important than his fragile pride, and besides they were right that stuff went mostly over his head, espically when it was aching so much, damn this headache! he turns back to his computer screen and begins working anew on the shields and heat sinks, putting asside the notion of charging it with temporal energy for the moment until he can get the proper numbers for the simulations.

** spoiler omitted **
** spoiler omitted **

Aananda's bracelet started flashing red and she quickly started looking for the source of the trouble. Once she found it she left the nanite tank working on fabricating the next part she needed and walked over to Arthur.

"You need to center yourself. Find something that calms you. I find deep breathing helps," she said quietly so as not to be overheard. "But whatever works for you. Preferably soon. I don't exactly have an infinite supply of nanites and I need them to work on this project," she added, nodding towards the pile of dust that was accumulating around Arthur.


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Djalos Tyon wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

On the out side, Djalos is still sobbing. He repeats "So many... So... many..." over and over again.
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More later.

Mindscape:
She sighed. "Djalos, I can't put you back together again. That is going to take time. But I can help, at least get enough of you together to let you function. But this will require access to your memories. Do you want me to do this? Or shall I simply try to help you get that storm under control? It is your choice. I will not look at anything in your mind without your permission, nor alter anything against your will."

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Keme cursed under his breath as they navigated the last couple of turns. Thankfully the kitchen had hovercarts to use to carry all this food. Unfortunately the carts had terrible steering and he was certain they were designed for the maximum number of collisions with the wall.

"I said left.....other left!" he yelled back to Repp who was helping steer the unwieldy chain of carts from the back.


Male Elf Slayer 16

Mindscape:

A tiny spark drift through the bubble and passes through Djalos. His form solidifies, and a semblance of order is restored to his form. Centering himself, Djalos turns his eyes-a deep blue-to Miss Jones.

He nods once. "I grant you permission. But... I don't think that the mass of energy above is a collection of memories. At least, not all of it. It looks like... like..."

A powerful memory flashes in the mindscape:

The sound of trumpets flares over the roaring din of the crowd on the streets. A large processions of musicians precedes the arrival of King Monsalos, clad in respledent scarlet robes and with the Crown of Ages resting on his head. The exact crown that the contractor wanted.

Djalos hides on the roof of a huge church dedicated to Abadar. Slowly, without care, he assembles a strange weapon-Miss Jones may have seen the like toted by Professor Royston in the lounge. Carefully lining up his shot, Djalos' soldier's sense flared at the base of his neck, and he twisted out of the way of a flash of golden light.

Twisting around, Djalos fires his gun-but right at that instant, the mage casts a spell. In a flash of light, Djalos’ reality is distorted. Time literally slows down, and objects hurtle towards him. Then, strange blue flame erupts from his every pore, devastating the church.

The citizenry flees quickly as Djalos disappears, and reappears back in the local Anonemuss cell, promptly destroying the warehouse-and killing everyone in it. The family that took him in and trained him like no one else would.

”...that.”

Djalos turns to Miss Jones. ”Whenever I see anything, that energy explodes into the real world.” Despite what he says, Miss Jones can clearly sense a huge memory, one that would help put Djalos back together.


Figment Narrator 20
yet nameless. wrote:

the woman keeps walking for a while. It isn't too long beofre a large building comes into view.

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I don't know, but it's the first sign of civilization we've had all day, so we're going in." By this point the forest fire has progressed to be rather noticeable to say the least


Female "Voidwalker" with 16 Abberation HD

"Uhm. Alright."
she glances back at the fire, a little worried.


Male Human (half forged) 11 invincable iron man/11 generator

Arthur does as instructed and closes his eyes, breathing deeply in and out, and as he does so, the energy levels around him slowly drop. When he opens his eyes a miniute later, the nanites are still agitated but not nearly as much as before, and they aren't randomly self destructing, he turns to her and smiles weakly "sorry... And thanks"


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Djalos Tyon wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

Mindscape:

She nodded. "Yes, I know. That storm is your power. But you can't contain it with chains. You're killing yourself trying. And unless we can help you process enough of your memories to be at least mostly coherent, you don't have the strength to do what is necessary to fix it. Or at least begin the process. I suspect it will be a very long process indeed. One that must be begun as soon as possible for the sake of your continued health."

She reached out and grabbed a few memories, drawing them to her like the tide. "These are important to you, but there is one that is especially important. You keep trying to hide it from me even though you have given me permission to see. Are you rescinding your permission? I will not look if you do not wish me to. But you must."


Male Elf Slayer 16

Mindscape:

Djalos looks like he's about to lose it-again-before he pulls himself together. "Yes, I'll let you look at that memory. On one condition: you forget it immediately after we leave the mindscape. It's... personal. Very much so." If she agrees:

With great trepidation, Djalos opens up the memory...

Djalos had never seen so much luxury in all of his seventeen years.

All around him, buffed wooden arches swooped, and candles flickered warmly. His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, and Djalos simply could not stop staring at the human gentleman leading him on.

He wore noble clothes, and walked with the grace that can only be gained by knowing everything around him was his and his alone, yet he bore innumerable scars. And hard eyes, the kind of eyes Djalos had always seen staring at him on the streets of Thalei.

The man chortled, and Djalos jumped, preparing to bolt for the exit. "I know it's a bit intimidating, but you'll get used to it." The man intoned, his voice a deep, gravelly baritone. "Over here," he gestured, "is the door to your room."

Djalos' eyes widened. A room of his very own! Abandoning all caution in favor of glee, he scampered over to the polished oak door and wrenched it open. Inside, there was luxury-no more than the rest of the estate, but it was [i]Djalos' luxury-his.[/i]

The man chuckled again. "I'll leave you to it, then," he said, then left and closed the door. As soon as he left, Djalos' eyes turned to the wardrobe. Racing up to it, he threw upon the door. There were clothes of all qualities and genders, for every race, in there. In the back of his mind, Djalos realized that there was no way that all of those clothes could fit in his wardrobe, but he was too awestruck to care. His eyes wandered, then stuck on a beautiful, yellow dress with white trim. Djalos reached out to it like it was a wild beast, before she finally decided to snatch it.

It took a little while, but Djalos figured out how to get into the dress. And it felt [i]right, righter than anything else. She just laid there on her massive bed for an hour, before the man opened the door once again.[/i]

To his credit, he didn't even blink, just said, "Get your proper clothes back on, you need to see Laen." Djalos scampered over to his discarded pile of boy clothes, then put them back on hurriedly.

As they exited the bedchamber, the man muttered, "Going to need to talk to Laen about that... See if I can get it fixed..." But Djalos was too embarrassed to notice.

At the end of the memory, Djalos sat there, looking a little pale. "You can see why I would want to keep that private," she whispers. Her mindscape form has change to reflect what happened in the memory-and it seemed more natural, somehow. Like that form she had taken was to hide herself from... well, herself.


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Mindscape:

Miss Jones massaged the bridge of her nose. It was moments like this when she almost understood the justifications her sisters had used for why the landwalkers were only food animals. They could be so uncivilized. It could be difficult to believe that they qualified as sentient. She sighed. She needed to shut those thoughts down. Her past was too near the surface. She needed to add more layers or this child would see and be frightened. This one was still afraid of monsters, not like the other child who made bargains with them. She had enough penance to serve already without adding more by damaging the psyche of a patient.

"Why do you believe that this memory is shameful?" she asked patiently, hoping to gain some insight into this aspect of landwalker culture. "I am afraid it is not at all obvious to me why you wish to hide this part of yourself."


Female Human (Single tailed Kitsune) 16 Eldritch Scion Magus/16 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler

Sits and thinks a bit...then looks around the table...
"No other ideas?" she asks...


Swarm of Bees Tactician 16

"I'm... Uncertain what I could contribute, really."


"I don't particularly like getting attention, but I'll do this for the school. If needed."


Female Human (Single tailed Kitsune) 16 Eldritch Scion Magus/16 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler
Gavott wrote:
"I'm... Uncertain what I could contribute, really."

"What did you think you'd contribute when you volunteered to represent the school here? You must have had some idea?"

Ahti wrote:
"I don't particularly like getting attention, but I'll do this for the school. If needed."

"Yeah...I dunno. Most i can do is some kind of martial and magical display. Like have them summon something for me to defeat, maybe?"

She sighs...


Image Male Fuzzy Little Squirrel Warlock/Sorcerer

"I can provide a summoned creature should you choose to walk this path."


Swarm of Bees Tactician 16

"Well. I used to be able to to arcane magic. My current state doesn't... Support that well. I don't have anything flashy to show. I'm good at telling people how to organize themselves in stressful situations... And can give brief visions to help them avoid bad things happening... But nothing I can really show off."

she pauses a moment.
"I guess fighting could work. Even if it... Is kinda something that may not be the best thing to be known for."


Female Human Teenager
Illithia wrote:

"'S one way of learning 'bout people. Put pressure on them and see out they react." Illithia replies with a shrug before hopping down off the table and returning to her seat.

Illithia looks as though she about to say something in response to Anahita talking about Golarion when she changes the subject to the highly existential.

Illithia just smiles, her tone a match for Anahita's casual statement. "Heavy s++%, huh?" she takes a bit of deep-fried potato into her fingers and toys with it for a moment, seeming to idly consider it. She then pops it into her mouth, and speaks while chewing. "Way I see it, whatever's out there..." she makes a vague gesture upwards, "Like... gods, the divine, whatevs you wanna call it, you gotta wonder if they're just like us. The future's just this thing, y'know? Jus' cause they have more power, more wisdom, all that, doesn't mean that they always know what's going on. Doesn't mean they control everything. If dentisy's like,...

looks like I did miss this.

Anahita's thoughtful contemplation continues while looking towards nothing in particular.

"I have only known the life devoted to the divine. While not a predetermined devotion, at least so I believe, recent events make me dwell on this further with the looming threat of ...anger, were I to find out it is one truth versus another."

Her brow furrows in thought.

"Your manner fills me with the desire to ask this. You are quite free spirited, I perceive you. I cannot help but consider everything these days, were before I would not have given too much thought on it. Would you recognize your metaphysical Heaven if you arrived? Or the opposite?"

Anahita looks over at Illithia again now, the spot that-a-way no longer holding her attention.


Baboon
Sara and Bee wrote:

"All of the babies are really sweet. I don't know how to pick between them..."

Sara keeps petting all of them, trying to think of what to do.

Sun looks at her an smiles, There is no need to pick right away, and all three will have a good home. but one of them will be your personal responsibility, well as long as you are here.

Sun moves to help Sara out of the nest, well at least indicating that it is time to go.


male human monk 16

Lang lands nearby Sara and Sun at the Owl nursery. everyone, this is one of the three Owl nurseries we have.

He looks to Sara, Sara, I hope you like the gift I had for you, one of these owls was to be yours. I am sure you will take good care of it.

He then turns to Sun, did you remember the rest of the stuff? he asks.


Coco perks up, ya know, when I was out learning all about the local cultures, I discovered that there is a lot of un tamed wilderness around here. and I am sure there are incursions of monsters or other not so nice things into the to people's homes.

coco is a little nervous, but combating monsters was her specialty, we could prove that our presence would provide a degree of security to the locals.

she looks about to everyone, well maybe, it was just an idea.


Baboon

Sun goes to see one of the other monks and talks to him briefly. The other monk hands Sun pouch and another object wrapped in black silk.

Sun returns, I got them right here.

he hands the two items to Lang.


male human monk 16

taking the items, Lang first goes to Grim. he hands him the pouch.

inside the pouch is an amulet with a small medallion inscribed with this symbol engraved on it.

Grim, I wanted to thank you for being a friend and to thank you for coming out here with me. I don't always show it, but I am grateful to and honored to call you my friend. This medallion does not contain and magical powers. but it is a symbol of our friendship. and know that you will always be welcome in any of the air temples so long as you wear this.


male human monk 16

Lang then turns to Midori and hands her the black silk wrapped item.

I know how much you cherish your weapons, they are very much a part of your culture, well at least that is the way I see it. I asked Master Hito to teach me what he knew of your culture.

he hands the present to Midori.

If and/or when she opens it. it is a beautifully crafted Ninja-to sword

it is a masterwork sword and appropriately sized for Midori

I do hope that it may never have to be used in anger.

Lang bows to Midori as he presents her the gifts.

Midori, Thank you for everything that you have done, you were there when I needed someone the most, you trusted me and I returned that trust as best I could. I am honored to call you friend.


Swarm of Bees Tactician 16
Coco Liquor wrote:

Coco perks up, ya know, when I was out learning all about the local cultures, I discovered that there is a lot of un tamed wilderness around here. and I am sure there are incursions of monsters or other not so nice things into the to people's homes.

coco is a little nervous, but combating monsters was her specialty, we could prove that our presence would provide a degree of security to the locals.

she looks about to everyone, well maybe, it was just an idea.

gavott pauses for quite a while.

"That's... A good idea, really. And it's something I think we all can help with."


Female Human (Single tailed Kitsune) 16 Eldritch Scion Magus/16 Inspired Blade Swashbuckler

"That's not a bad idea at all! Problem is, how do we do that in front of the Deans at the university?"

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