The Avalon Chronicles

Game Master lynora

Near the edges of an ancient and powerful empire is world. The surface of this world offers nothing of interest. But within it much that has been forgotten has been preserved. And those inside have been here so long that they have forgotten there was ever any outside at all. This is the world of Agartha, protected from outside interference by strong magic.

Within this world sits an unassuming looking building with a small brass plaque on the side. Avalon Academy. A special school meant for training special students, children whose magical abilities need a little extra care, attention, and perhaps a rather large safety barrier between them and the rest of the world. At least until they learn to master those abilities.

Today is the first day of a new term and many new students are just arriving...

Hi everybody! *'Sima waves shyly*

Vakkler jumps. "Watch it, kid!" he snaps. "Running around like that will lead to fatalities!"

Nasima sort of ducks, chagrined, and immediately stops waving her hand and slowly pulls it back down to her side. She doesn't move anything except her eyes, which slowly scan back and forth to see if anyone spotted her faux pas. She gives a tight and embarrassed little smile as her cheeks flush.

Thunder can be heard in the distance.

The kobold glances towards the sound, and looks similarly abashed. He coughs. "Well, I suppose you're entitled to a little frivolity. Go on, wave and bounce as much as you like."
He slowly backs away.

'Sima's eyes go wide at the sound of thunder, especially since it's a gloriously sunny day outside. Oh no, not now, not HIM, not on the first day!
"hnnnnn...haaaaaaaa...hnnnnn...hhhaaaaaa" The teen closes her eyes and tucks her legs up into lotus position and begins breathing deeply in an effort to regain calm. If that was just some weather-kid or something pranking his friends I am gonna be SO embarrassed...

Ephebe squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. She had promised she would try. She tapped the new girl on the shoulder."I find that the cafeteria is a better place to meditate. There's this one spot nobody sits in cause Jimmy rigged the ventilation system for a prank and now nobody can fix it...well, they made the stink go away, but it still blows cold air right there....anyways, that's where I go when I need some alone time. So, you know, if you..uh, need to use it sometimes...that's uh, okay with me," she finished, suddenly staring at her feet and wishing she could just stop talking.

Nasima's eyes snap open. "Oh I wasn't...er..." well maybe i was meditating, good a word as any I guess that's a kind of 'deep thinking' or something i think right? "I don't wanna take your spot, I mean, that'ssuperniceofyou! Thank you! But...well if it's yours...uh...I'm Nasima by the way." Not knowing what else to do, and feeling completely stupid the whole while, 'Sima extends her hand. Shadows move on her chestnut skin like clouds over mountains, part of why she always wears sneakers, socks, pants, long-sleeve mock turtlenecks with arm warmers underneath to help cover her hands, and has her cloud-white hair in her face. Unfortunately her lineage means that various winds are constantly blowing her hair all over the place, but she can mostly keep it in her face if she concentrates.

"I'm from the Air plane." She winces. oh and that didn't sound moronic at all "I mean, not AN airplane, but the Plane of Air. Sort of an intersection of it really, but, uh, but where are you from?"

Vakkler watches the exchange from a distance. "I aught to demand a raise..." he mutters.

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.
Draconic:
"Do you know a less obscure tongue? I don't know where the dorms are, myself, but the others probably do. I don't know if they speak Draconic..."

resigned sigh
Draconic:
Understood...it's jsut that my common isn't that great

Vakkler smiles kindly.
Draconic:
"Don't worry, young one. You shall learn more of their crude tongue in time. In the meanwhile..."
"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."

A blond boy, apparently human, walks past reading a book about plumbingbe afraid, be very afraid and absently says in draconic,
"Down the hall, up the stairs, to your left."

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."

Nasima's eyes snap open. "Oh I wasn't...er..." well maybe i was meditating, good a word as any I guess that's a kind of 'deep thinking' or something i think right? "I don't wanna take your spot, I mean, that'ssuperniceofyou! Thank you! But...well if it's yours...uh...I'm Nasima by the way." Not knowing what else to do, and feeling completely stupid the whole while, 'Sima extends her hand. Shadows move on her chestnut skin like clouds over mountains, part of why she always wears sneakers, socks, pants, long-sleeve mock turtlenecks with arm warmers underneath to help cover her hands, and has her cloud-white hair in her face. Unfortunately her lineage means that various winds are constantly blowing her hair all over the place, but she can mostly keep it in her face if she concentrates.

"I'm from the Air plane." She winces. oh and that didn't sound moronic at all "I mean, not AN airplane, but the Plane of Air. Sort of an intersection of it really, but, uh, but where are you from?"

Ephebe reached out and shook the new girl's hand. She chuckled a little as Nasima tried to explain where she was from. "No, it's alright, I got what you mean. There's not a lot of people here who would. Either an airplane or the plane of air. Not a lot of planar traveling going on. But my family is...how should I put this? Totaly freaks?" she said with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm Ephebe Sunwake, and it was a sincere offer, you know. You're welcome to use the spot in the cafeteria to calm down whenever you want. I have a feeling the wind isn't even going to bother you."

Vakkler heads back to his shack.

Krays will follow the blonde boy's instructions and find his room, and unload H'Tor...

A group of girls walk past giggling and one of them throws a ball of sticky goo at Ephebe and it sticks to her hair. Ephebe sighed.

"Excuse me for a moment."

Same girls, same place, same action.
A group of girls walk past giggling and one of them throws a ball of sticky goo at Ephebe, but she ducks out of the way just in time and the good adheres to the wall. She glares at the girls who giggle more as the continue down the hallway.

Ephebe examined the goo. "Well, at least she found a good use for her failed alchemy lessons...."

Krays will follow the blonde boy's instructions and find his room, and unload H'Tor...

"Hey, short stuff," the blond boy said, peeking his head in the door, "you wouldn't happen to have a wrench would you? Mom freaks out when I borrow her tools."

Krays looks up at his visitor.
He hesitates a bit, then straightens and clears his throat.
"Oh! Umm...a...wrench? Is tool, no? What does one look as? I'm apology, my common is less good"

<watches the boy>

Krays looks up at his visitor.

He hesitates a bit, then straightens and clears his throat.
"Oh! Umm...a...wrench? Is tool, no? What does one look as? I'm apology, my common is less good"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. If I ever knew," he shrugged.

Draconic:

Krays wrote:

Krays looks up at his visitor.

He hesitates a bit, then straightens and clears his throat.
"Oh! Umm...a...wrench? Is tool, no? What does one look as? I'm apology, my common is less good"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. If I ever knew," he shrugged.

Draconic:** spoiler omitted **

Krays looks relieved and relaxes a bit, as does H'Tor.

Nasima's eyes get big as Ephebe ducks the stinky -- and sticky -- alchemical goo the other girl threw. Her face sort of crumples in an expression of confused distaste. "What's their problem?" she asks as the interlocutors giggle away down the hall.

Nasima's eyes get big as Ephebe ducks the stinky -- and sticky -- alchemical goo the other girl threw. Her face sort of crumples in an expression of confused distaste. "What's their problem?" she asks as the interlocutors giggle away down the hall.

"As far as I can tell they're just being jerks. The one who threw the goo used to be my roommate. I had to change rooms of course which means I'm currently rooming with my brother. Not exactly ideal, but at least I don't have to put up with her anymore."

narrator wrote:

Krays wrote:

Krays looks up at his visitor.

He hesitates a bit, then straightens and clears his throat.
"Oh! Umm...a...wrench? Is tool, no? What does one look as? I'm apology, my common is less good"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. If I ever knew," he shrugged.

Draconic:** spoiler omitted **

Krays looks relieved and relaxes a bit, as does H'Tor.

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H'Tor bows slightly to Jiminy.
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He looks around his belongings, which seem pretty much jsut adventuring equipment, like he packed for a trip but was unsure of his destination.
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Draconic:

Vakkler comes back inside and grabs the sack. He pauses, considering Jiminy's words. What a brat. I've half a mind to throw the wrench at his head.

Krays look a bit perplexed...

Krays look a bit perplexed...

** spoiler omitted **

Draconic:

He waved and went off in search of a wrench.

"As far as I can tell they're just being jerks. The one who threw the goo used to be my roommate. I had to change rooms of course which means I'm currently rooming with my brother. Not exactly ideal, but at least I don't have to put up with her anymore."

"Speaking of less than ideal situations involving brothers..." Taron whispers almost dangerously. "You might not want to let on that I'm related to you. I'm getting a lot of grief for rooming with Kam, enough that we had to change rooms too. He's even wearing a new face now."

He turns to Nasima, light glinting off of the black and purple highlights in his white-blond hair.

"I am Taron, pleased to meet you. Taron says politely "It is not often Ephebe meets someone who can agree with her about the other students." He teases his sister.

:: Squeek squee squeeeek :: squeek squee squee-eek ::

The battered washpail trundles squeakily over to the goo-ball smeared wall. The call of its rusty and rattling wheel attracting Sinh's attention. He nods to Marra, "Excuse me, Miss." before following his free-range washpail.

Sinh eyes the goo ball briefly, before pulling three collapsible yellow signs from the storage bag strapped to the pail. He places them in a cordon around the gooey wall. Each one bears a grim warning:

CAUTION!
Wet Floor

The old janitor pulls a small spray bottle with a deft grab from the storage bag, spritzes the ball, and with a deft spin 'holsters' the spray bottle on his pants pocket. He kicks the pail to the wall as the goo-ball drops. Bullseye! He follows up with a final bandana swipe across the wall and stands back satisfied.

A cantrip later, the wall is dry and Sinh is putting away his warning signs.

@Ephebe: Nasima sighs. "Random jerkery. Great. Because we all don't have enough going on. Hey, you know..." she looks back at Ephebe "'Sunwake' is a...it's a real pretty name. What do your parents do? Oh, uh, and could you...could you show me where this spot is? In the Cafeteria? I'll bet you're right, that I can just bend the wind around me. I...I might even be able to leave it that way if it'll help you, I mean if the wind bugs you when you use it. The spot, that is."

Vakkler hesitates. He looks at Mr. Sinh, considering something. Then he shrugs and turns away.

Nasima shakes Taron's hand. "Is your hair really those colors?" she asks wondrously. "I'm usually the only one with white hair and it's such a hassle." There is a noticeable color difference between Taron's blonde-white hair and 'Sima's cloud-white hair, but the average observer could never be blamed for not being able to notice it. "It's nice to meet you, by the way."

Ephebe wrote:

"As far as I can tell they're just being jerks. The one who threw the goo used to be my roommate. I had to change rooms of course which means I'm currently rooming with my brother. Not exactly ideal, but at least I don't have to put up with her anymore."

"Speaking of less than ideal situations involving brothers..." Taron whispers almost dangerously. "You might not want to let on that I'm related to you. I'm getting a lot of grief for rooming with Kam, enough that we had to change rooms too. He's even wearing a new face now."

He turns to Nasima, light glinting off of the black and purple highlights in his white-blond hair.

"I am Taron, pleased to meet you. Taron says politely "It is not often Ephebe meets someone who can agree with her about the other students." He teases his sister.

Telepathically:

Out loud:
"Well, you know, it's not everyone who recognizes that pretty doesn't equal nice," she shot back, grinning. "Stupid Nala and her club of like-minded morons."

@Ephebe: Nasima sighs. "Random jerkery. Great. Because we all don't have enough going on. Hey, you know..." she looks back at Ephebe "'Sunwake' is a...it's a real pretty name. What do your parents do? Oh, uh, and could you...could you show me where this spot is? In the Cafeteria? I'll bet you're right, that I can just bend the wind around me. I...I might even be able to leave it that way if it'll help you, I mean if the wind bugs you when you use it. The spot, that is."

"Well, my mom is the gym teacher and dad teaches firearms and advanced magic."

"And sure, I'd be glad to show you. The wind doesn't really bother me...I uh, tend to just step outside of time when I sit there," she added, blushing a little.

A young man sits at a table with the parts of two guns spread out before him. His short black hair spiky. His supple fingers cleaning and reassembling both guns leaving two beautifully crafted weapons. The guns themselves look like oversized desert eagles made of adamantine with mithrial accents along their sides.

He stands up and slides both guns in their holsters with a flourish revealing 4 spare clips set along each leg for quick reloading hidden inside his red trench coat. His clothing beneath is a black sleeveless outfit with red stitching. Just before he slips on custom made sunglasses his strangely colored crimson eyes seem to glow.

"Isn't that nice if it were me I'd have tried to kill her for that." He comments as he walks up to Taron and everyone else. "Or at least injure her." He says with a small grin revealing his pointed fangs.

To Ephebe
::Right now you only have to deal with pranks. Word has gotten around that the wards aren't always fast enough to stop an attack. It's just a rumor, but people have already tried things much more dangerous than goo.::

Out loud
"Yes, this is the way my hair is. The white is my own, while the black I believe came from my father's side of the family, and the purple from my mother's. The streaks grow in randomly of course, and fade much the same."

Taron looks down the hallway in the direction Nala and her 'club of like-minded morons' went and shakes his head.

"You would think being in a place where lineage, appearance, and background aren't supposed to matter would make things easier. Bad habits die hard I guess."

Krays will set up his room to his liking with what little he has, then head back down to the cafeteria, with H'Tor a step behind.

Telepathically to Taron:
::That's commone knowledge now? This is bad. Really, really bad.::

She looks jumpy and keeps glancing worriedly over her shoulder.

'Sima stands up out of her seat, ready to follow Ephebe to the cafeteria. Looking at Taron's hair, still, she says "Huh. That's really neat! I can't do anything with my hair because...well because it's not really hair." She gives an embarrassed and rueful smile. The white tendrils swirl about her head, covering her face when she blushes and pulling back when she's recovered composure somewhat.

She then turns to Ephebe again. "...wait; did you say 'slip out of time'?"

'Sima stands up out of her seat, ready to follow Ephebe to the cafeteria. Looking at Taron's hair, still, she says "Huh. That's really neat! I can't do anything with my hair because...well because it's not really hair." She gives an embarrassed and rueful smile. The white tendrils swirl about her head, covering her face when she blushes and pulling back when she's recovered composure somewhat.

She then turns to Ephebe again. "...wait; did you say 'slip out of time'?"

"Ummmm...yeah," she said, blushing and studying her toes again. "I'mkindaadivinegunslingerandaclericofKronos," she said, just a little too fast to be understood clearly.

"Hey let me show you that spot now," she said, turning rapidly and heading for the cafeteria and accidentally running into Asch coming out.

"Oof. Sorry," says the girl with the long brown hair wearing a school uniform with a gun belt slung low around the waist. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

She noticed the fangs, the guns, and his words finally sunk in.
"Ummm...killing or deliberately trying to harm is very much against the rules. Just sayin."

"So they keep telling me." He says with a sigh as he readjustes his glasses while wincing at the bright lights.

"Isn't that nice if it were me I'd have tried to kill her for that." He comments as he walks up to Taron and everyone else. "Or at least injure her." He says with a small grin revealing his pointed fangs.

Hmmm.......(-_-)

"Hehe, you really stepped in it this time, didn't you, Ephebe?" Taron taunts lightly. ::And don't worry, I've got Ammy linked to the house's crystals. You'll hear a ping before something happens. How long he can handle it without a break though...::

"As nice as it was to meet you, Nasima, I've been occupied by my little brother lately and have yet to unpack after changing rooms. I hope you enjoy your time here at Avalon." He turns to leave, calling over he shoulder after a few steps. "Try freezing it into strands and getting an evercold cord, that should help!"

Asch Redgrave wrote:

"Isn't that nice if it were me I'd have tried to kill her for that." He comments as he walks up to Taron and everyone else. "Or at least injure her." He says with a small grin revealing his pointed fangs.

Hmmm.......

Don't look at me! I never turned anyone!

"So they keep telling me." He says with a sigh as he readjustes his glasses while wincing at the bright lights.

"I find that the occasional illusion of the offending party during target practice makes great stress relief...just maybe don't mention to the teacher that I do that. Please?"

"I have no reason to say anything. The teachers are already upset with me for getting into a fight with a punk who messed with Amada." Asch says a shrug as he looks around. "In fact has anyone seen her?"

"I have no reason to say anything. The teachers are already upset with me for getting into a fight with a punk who messed with Amada." Asch says a shrug as he looks around. "In fact has anyone seen her?"

"I don't think I've met her yet. What does she look like?"

"She is a succubus who came here with me. Oh and my name is Asch Redgrave. Both of us are here as gunmages."

Nasima stands off to the side, still trying to figure out what Ephebe just told her she was. 'Gunslang'? 'Kruh-nuhs'? What? She hadn't noticed until now that Ephebe was wearing guns, just like this new boy. Guns. Ew. Why do people...why do they even have them? I mean, what good do they do? None! They just kill people! I didn't come here to learn to...k-kill... A dawning apprehension comes over the young sylph.

...did I?

Thunder roars in the distance, sounding alarmingly like laughter. 'Sima gulps.

"She is a succubus who came here with me. Oh and my name is Asch Redgrave. Both of us are here as gunmages."

"Oh, so we'll be in class together. Umm, I haven't seen any succubi around here, but I'll keep and eye out. Especially after the thing with Kam, it's ummm...a bit on edge around here about that sort of thing."

Nasima stands off to the side, still trying to figure out what Ephebe just told her she was. 'Gunslang'? 'Kruh-nuhs'? What? She hadn't noticed until now that Ephebe was wearing guns, just like this new boy. Guns. Ew. Why do people...why do they even have them? I mean, what good do they do? None! They just kill people! I didn't come here to learn to...k-kill... A dawning apprehension comes over the young sylph.

...did I?

Thunder roars in the distance, sounding alarmingly like laughter. 'Sima gulps.

She turns around.

"You okay, Nasima?"

"On edge? What happened?"

...did I?

Inconveniently, through the hallway comes a charging lion, with glowing green eyes. Vakkler is pursuing it. "SOMEBODY NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE DRUIDS!" he shouts as he runs by. "THEY REFUSE TO WAIT UNTIL CLASSES TO TRY CONJURATION, AND THEY'RE RATHER POOR AT IT!"

The lion runs upstairs. The kobold pauses to load his crossbow before following.

'Sima starts, broken out of reverie. She looks at Ephebe. "Me? Okay? Haha. Sure! Um..." Not fooling anyone, Nasima tries changing the subject anyway: "Sorry, was just thinking, I've, uh, I've known some succubi - " here she looks at Asch " - they visited my father's realm sometimes, for...uh...magic stuff I guess. They were nice...I guess. Um." Now that she's aware of them, she can't help staring at everyone's guns, her already-huge eyes getting a little bigger.

"I'm Nasima." she mumbles to Asch, sort-of absently extending her hand. "Nice-to-meet-you."

As the lion goes charging by, 'Sima lets out a little shriek and hides behind Ephebe, letting her books crash to the floor.

Nasima Shearskye wrote:

...did I?

Inconveniently, through the hallway comes a charging lion, with glowing green eyes. Vakkler is pursuing it. "SOMEBODY NEEDS TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE DRUIDS!" he shouts as he runs by. "THEY REFUSE TO WAIT UNTIL CLASSES TO TRY CONJURATION, AND THEY'RE RATHER POOR AT IT!"

The lion runs upstairs. The kobold pauses to load his crossbow before following.

A white blur streaks by the throng of students, following the ruckus upstairs.

"What the hell!" He curses as the lion comes charging through.

A shriek comes from above. "WOLF!"
However, the kobold's expression quickly goes from shock to embarrassment as he recognizes the wolf. "Anybody asks," he mutters to Rune, "That was the lion."

Krays empties out into the hallway from the stairs hurriedly
"Umm did you all see a large cat just now??"