//ROUND 3//
Owlbear (-37 HP, Dazzled for 1 Minute)
Abi (Frightened 2)
Drogyn (Frightened 1)
Greyjay (Frightened 2)
Lavanna (Frightened 2)
Scarlett (Frightened 2)
No one seems able to hit the creature as fear courses through your veins.
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Esi waits for the new students to pick a room and return to her, "Excellent, now to show you some of the student that are also staying here and attending classes. Anchor should be here..." she says before a young Chelish male enters from a door as you all walk by. "O' I didn't see you all, you must be the new students, welcome. My name is Ignaci," he says with a polite smile.
Post coming tonight, just bought a new car
I shall try to add proper indications of doors or at the least try and find a way to get the maps on there.
Am I crazy, or does room 6 not have a door? Actually, it's not the only one. No they do have doors. Had to use a map I found online, none from the pdfs work.
Esi didn't seem to mind the bird snatching some of the mango away, not even attempting to swat it away, as if in a small daze, "You can sleep outside if you don't like it here," he says taking a bite of the mango. His eyes drifting towards the strange construct of Andra's. "I apologize, though I wasn't told we would have alumni. My name is Esi, Esi Djana, a pleasure to meet you all. This is of course the Spire Dorm, where you will be staying for the duration of your learning here," she gestures you all to follow her in, Chizire not moving from his spot partially in the way as you all likely follow her inside. You go through a long hallway to a commons room at the center back of the building that connects to two more hallways. The room is very open, a beautiful mosaic pattern flanking it from both sides, with couches, tables, and cushions everywhere. A door similar to the front that you entered is there but seems to be made more into a patio. "We have six rooms available and furnished down the east hallway, but your always welcome to furnish it how you please with your own personal effects. I know plenty of students buy all sorts of furniture from the city to adorn them, a few even bringing stuff from home," she says with a smile on her face, "This is the commons room. Great for group study and game night." She points down both hallways, "On both sides are restrooms and bathrooms at the ends of the hall. I would suggest before we continue you pick your rooms. I'd like to show you to some of the fellow students that also live here."
I am officially closing this game I apologize.
A young woman trots out from a one-story dormitory building, shielding her head with a silk umbrella reinforced with dry reeds. Four stone spires surround and rise above the building, “You’re the new students, o? You’ll be rooming with us in Spire Dorm. Come in, I’ll show you the place,” The woman gestures with her umbrella toward the door, taking a few steps back toward the building’s welcoming, dry overhang. A catfolk sprawls beneath the eaves of the dormitory building, a sliced and sticky mango laying on a cloth on his chest. He looks up from licking the juice off his fingers, his mouth spreading into a toothy smile, “Care for some mango?” he says cheerfully while gesturing idly to the fruit, “Or if you’d prefer something to cheer you up from the rain, I have some wine brewing back in my room.” “Don’t offer them your moonshine!” Esi scolds, before addressing the heroes again, “This is Chizire. Don’t become a slacker like him.” “I don’t need to study. Amurruns have the best magic, everyone says so,” Chizire says, “Esi here is trying to run the entire school. Even playing teacher for the new students, it looks like.” Esi blows out a sharp breath, “Koride told me to get them settled. Said that handling the new students was our jo.” “Fft. Do we look like attendants to her? Not yet, we aren’t,” Chizire replies, turning his attention back to peeling the skin off another slice of mango. Esi waits for a moment before scuffing her foot at the catfolk’s tail and then stepping over him to go inside.
The rain continues its beat, slowly cascading down as the skies at the moment greyed. The campus as you walk around is well tended to, with a variety of building using both native and foreign building techniques.
The bear is hurt bad but still stands even after taking the blow. It continues to assault the Dwarf, all of which miss or harmlessly scrape against metal.
//ROUND 3//
Can we stop the arguing and continue on, save this for the characters? Just be a little bit mindful alright, we are continuing onward. There is no need to argue the same point again and again.
"Fine fine, if you must insist to know anything I was married several years ago to his master. I still have a copy of the divorce papers my lawyer served him," she says taking a step back with arms up in a means of partial surrender to the officer, "A terrible husband and a lousy drunk, but I didn't have anything to do with his supposed disappearance. If anything, he likely skipped town on the poor boy." The boy shot back, "That can't be true!" "Shut up boy. I am done here officers. I have to go through what work he has destroyed. No magic will fix that. I'll be behind on my orders for several days from his damages," she speaks, scolding the boy before going into her establishment. "Good day officer, pray that your lawyer be better than a Chelish one." She slams the door, leaving you with the young apprentice in the somewhat quiet street, the sounds merry making only a block or two away.
We will be moving on a way from the scene in the next post, it has gone on too long I feel. You can talk about these action as you continue your beat.
Ok, players feel free to explore the campus then, I shall note things on the map and if you want you should be able to mark where you are on it. Once the weekend it over, I can get you all back to the dorm.
Yea I'm not really following you well Evindyl, I wasn't sure how to really put it, but the elven woman has nothing to do really with this story at all or the missing wizard.
I'll have to say it was a bit too much Evin.
"There is always plenty to learn, I would understand that would rather likely be what you are here for after all. Some of you might seek knowledge, other's answers. While you may not say what it is, I trust you all have their reasons," he says. The rain began to pick up, "To orient yourself, you are free to explore the campus at leisure. The Spire Dormitory shall be your home. Farewell and good day to you all young students." He says pulling out an umbrella, bowing to you all and making his leave. Your first day now begins.
Evindyl:
Much like the boy, you in your search don't turn up anything... if anything you have just created a potential enemy if her threats turned out to be true. "I hope you all will like the unemployment line, now get out of my home!" The boy just sort of watches, peeling back somewhat away, not sure if he was getting what he wanted it appeared.
The bear creature ignores the magic for the most part, withstanding the attack while it was still blinded. It even in its flailing avoided Abi's attacks, one skittering off its strong hide. This would make it easy enough for the Dwarf, Drogyn, to grapple the large creature from behind. Fading from its blindness it would screech aloud horrendously, it would try to escape the Dwarf's clutches before lashing out at him but missing.
Effects:
Critical Success The creature is unaffected. Success The creature is frightened 1. Failure The creature is frightened 2. Critical Failure The creature is fleeing for 1 round and frightened 3.
//ROUND 2//
"Easy to do when I'm not even home. Speak to me in Taldane officer," she says rather frustrated, "I don't have time for this damn it. You got him out and he is lucky I don't press charges. Expect a complaint to your boss." The boy stands looking rather happy.
"Three days ago at the docks when we got off the boat," he says looking increasingly upset, "I don't know where he could be anymore?"
With everyone ready, the group makes their move. The first from the Bard, striking the creature with her magic. The owlbear was struck quickly by it flailing around as it was blinded and dazed, flailing around after being struck.
COMBAT TIME
The owlbear is stunned, unable to perceive what attacked it. //ROUND 1//
"Master Kemeneles always said that she was no good, had a grudge against him," he says much to the elf's anger. She quickly responds, "Kemeneles was a drunken lout, boy. I haven't seen him in years. You're lucky I have not struck you down for invading my home."
Sorry, a covid case in the family. I'll have a post tonight.
"Very peculiar indeed but not too uncommon. Some find that they can do without such need for assistance," he speaks, noticing the tattoo with an interested look. “At the Magaambya, we seek to understand our differences. Where others might dismiss a trait as irrelevant or troublesome, we understand that the things that make us unique in life are key to who we are as people. And it is who we are as people that defines our magic. Sometimes, it is things that are different about us, things that societies have taught us to hate, that show what our talent will be. To the north, people say that children with white or red hair have strong potential for magic. Here in Nantambu, we recognize that left-handed people are skilled at undoing spells. One student of mine is terrified of butterflies, even though he considers it ridiculous. Yet in exchange for this fear of fluttering whimsy, he has one of the most orderly minds for games and strategy that I have ever seen." “Sometimes, we do not understand our magic, and that lack of understanding causes pain. People who are uncomfortable in their own skin are incredible shapechangers but often feel unsettled until they recognize the shape they were meant to be. Those who feel an urge to jump from high places often become frightened of themselves, but they are simply channeling the untrained will to fly." “Sometimes, our talents are not revealed by happy means,” Teacher Ot face becomes somber, and he continues, “One student here had a family who planned her life out from birth to death, punishing her when she deviated the slightest bit. She only found freedom in the thought of her grave, and as a result, the dead began to speak to her. Here, she has freedom to choose her own path, but her necromancy remains strong. You don’t have to share, but I want you to ask yourselves: what about you defines you, even if others rarely notice it? Is there something inside you that pulls at you, perhaps defying rational explanation? Thus, I return to my first question: who are you, and how can that person best be guided to grow?”
I understand, take your time.
Ot smiles, "Very well, and what about you. Does one with such a mechanical contraption gaze upon such sigils, does one catch your eye?" he says politely towards Andra.
Walking down the street and peering inside, you see another possible issue. Sitting amongst the now broken up aisle sat a large owlbear, chewing on gold wine-melons. It does not notice you, instead, someone else does. An elf woman looks from her hiding spot from the storage room door. Distraught, she whispers out, "Hey... help, me... this beast barged into my store... it doesn't seem to notice."
"Is that your choice?" Ot smiles, watching the bird try to swoop through the key loops.
The door is ajar, the sound of cans and something paper like being ripped upon. You could hear from the door something making chewing noises.
Felix:
Both seem to tell the truth Dario:
Both are telling the truth, though you feel the boy's belief seems to not be well based. Meanwhile the elven woman seems like she does know a little more than she lets on. "My masyter Kemeneles and I were both here for the festival. Said that we should split up to find a place to stay. We would meet in three days to see if we found anywhere to lodge," the young boy says, still distraught, "He never showed up, it's been two days and he didn't show up at the Heroes Fountain"
Ot smiles, "Good good, his tail is spikey, but nothing that would cause anymore trouble other than a small scratch. Otherwise, harmless," he says before letting the small snake down and letting it slither into a flower bed, "Now that we have for the most part introduced ourselves to one another let us get on with more important matters." His hands glow with a strange magic before raising his hands in the air. Symbols are conjured into the air, all different from one another. A flickering candle, a balanced scale, multipronged keys, pursed lips, an open hand with eye in the palm, and lastly a running hourglass, "Choose one if you wish."
What they mean: Flickering Candle: The hero gains dancing lights as a primal innate spell.
Balanced Scales: The hero gains guidance as a primal innate spell. Multipronged Key: The hero gains mage hand as an arcane innate spell. Pursed Lips: The hero gains message as an arcane innate spell. Open Hand with an Eye in the Palm: The hero gains shield as an arcane innate spell. Running Hourglass: The hero gains stabilize as a primal innate spell.
Jospeh:
This snake is completely harmless to humans. The actual secret this snake has is a little spike on its tail. Ot does not respond to Kijani's inaction, simply smiling as the snake coiled on his shoulder.
Parva nods, "Nothing magical, just standard assortment. You have to pay for things like that, my brother has a sister shop to mine near the colleges that do it for us." Lavanna: So many tracks it I'd hard for you to discern what is what. Most come from further south down the street. A few lead in and out of the next door building
Ot takes the other bird on his arm, able to hold the weight of both of them. The blue quail would hop around with Mischief, singing out in a language only birds could understand. That being of course that it was uninterested but thanked him for the dance as a loose feather feel away. It'd tweet one last time before fluttering away. "Very interesting young Curwen. I have met them awhile before, what excellent people and a great thing to see their child grow and follow in their footsteps while making their own path. Our own path here is very important, no student is a like after all." He nods to Andra while looking to the Gnome, "She is an excellent cook and I bet she will be very glad to see you." "I hope that you are all kind to snakes," he says, giving a look towards Kijani. A small skinny snake of his own slowly slithers out of Ot's clothing "Ah, why if it isn't Mr. Afram. Afram is shovel-snout snake local to the area. Utterly harmless, the only thing he bites is the small vermin in campus gardens, a service to our community. Have you all helped the community, in what way? There is no need to keep such good secret in fact, can any of you tell me what secrets Mr. Afram has?"
"Fine fine, I'll come out officers, I'll stop!" he says properly intimidated by Evindyl. Soon after removing what was in front of the door, blocking it, a young man steps out, barely sixteen from the looks of it as he seems rather flustered, his voice cracking as he speaks "That wicked woman has stolen away my master to somewhere officers!" "I did not!" the elven woman responds quickly.
"No one wants to give out a name, don't be shy, you are all among good company here at Magaamby," he says watching as the automaton bursts into flames on command. He seems rather impressed by the display, happily lighting his candle, "Excellent. Your mechanical skill will surely be well received here and no doubt a subject of a good paper." "Speaking of papers, what interests do you all have. Here at the academy we strive to have our pupils grow, to pursue all varieties of paths, even those non magical. For example I love nature, especially bird watching," he says making a call. Within a few seconds a bird appears on his raised hand. "Mwangi Blue Quail, beautiful red color, I have been hearing its song all day today," he says with a warm smile, "Can any of you get a feather from it without plucking one?"
"One moment please," he says while rummaging through the mess the now incapacitated creature had created. He finally finds a set sized for a Dwarf, "This should do roughly for you. Had customer never pickup. You have it for free. If you need it adjusted I can work with you later." "Things have gone far crazy, animals all over the neighborhood, terrible for business and our safety, I've heard all sorts of noise coming from the grocery next door."
"Now who are you whom follow in these footsteps? Many of you have likely traveled far and wide to so so. What strengths does one such posses to walk such a splendid path here, he smiles clearly loving this meeting. Only four of you stood there, all sponsored in some way or at the least proven to someoneone why you should be here. He pulls out a small candle from his robes, "Fire, a key to life, energy. Who amongst you can light this candle without the need of flint or match?"
O no, it appears I am the fool. It isn't me who is waiting for you but me who is waiting for me XD. I'll post tonight. Slides have a picture Ot as well and a map that shows progressively locations as you visit them.
Almost forgot about the flaw system myself. Anyway, waiting on one more introduction for the next post to happen.
Ok that is fine. Common would now be Mwangi, Taldane as a different langauge.
Yea, looks like ya just need to fix it a little.
Fun fact: Meantime, which is being used here for Common instead of Taldane, I'd also referred to as Polyglot. This language varies from tribe to tribe and region of the Expanse, but has shared common principles that make it easy for those that know one dialect of Polygot sub type to talk with another of a different type, sharing a root.
Abi checks the creature for anything of issue that would cause such a creature to be hostile. Naturally Rust Monsters tended to be only hostile when acted upon or when being discouraged from its favorite meal of metals. However you point out a black frothing at the mouth, something unnatural. "I, Parva, have been making arms and armor since I could hold hammer," he says taking it from her and starting to work on it like clock work before handing back after a minute or two a repaired buckler, almost brand new, "I don't know. I took my kids yesterday before the crowds of today came. Rusty they call it, I don't know the handler however." Meanwhile the Rust Monster is too big to be put into a sack. The size of a larger sized dog. Instead, Parva offers you rope to tie it to a nearby wooden support in order to keep it in place safely.
The strikes were far too much for it to take as it was pummeled by the group. It collapsed on itself, unconscious and severely hurt. The shop owner jumps for joy, thanking you all profusely. "Thank you, thank you! How could I ever repay such high debts from you saving my shop from vile creature as that? I'll make you anything you need, how about that hmm, I am after all one of the best of my land." ::Combat Over::
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