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Gennie shakes her head quietly, but keeps watch on the portal. "I have so many feelings, but you're right this is above us. For now we should stay, as we have agreed in good faith. Sometimes, sometimes you have to face your troubles." Tai, tries to reassure Gennie, but doesn't get very far.
Gennie nods at the portal as the others speak, then explains to the Grimple Matron. "The portal's master is in the first world now, more's the damage. They should be moving back through in time to teach a morning class, in a turning or so. You might arrange yourselves to depart quickly, in case the portal is only open briefly. Meanwhile may we check on our friend?" GM notes: Gennie's diplomacy mod is +7 if you want to roll it privately. Also when/if the Grimples are leaving Gennie will try to detect evil the matron, but that's a "when the portal opens" moment in the future. I just don't want to forget.
Gennie just sighs, swallows a moment, then speaks roughly in perfect formal sylvan. ”You cannot trust us, nor can we you. This is the way of dealings between the fey and man, and has been for generations beyond counting. You have our friend, there, prisoner, and you are here, in our home, trespassing. This is not, and cannot, be disputed. You wish to return home, then do so. You have trespassed the boundaries between worlds, and in doing so you have broken accords old beyond writing. No matter the outcome here, there is almost certainly trouble ahead. Now I must ask, will you condemn your kidnapped prisoner to death, and in so doing doom yourself immediately, or will you come with us peacefully in hopes you may depart this place? We are taking whisken back from you, much like the harvest, this cannot be delayed. Your choices after this are to wither, or be transplanted elsewhere. I have no love of kidnapping fey, but I will turn you over to our academy’s authorities peacefully if you come peacefully. If not, I will see your bodies disposed of respectfully as possible. I know little of your kin but cruelty, spite, meaningless words and promises broken. Grief. A loss you cannot comprehend. Yet for all of that I would see you home to your children if possible. No child should suffer the loss of their mother. So no, you cannot trust us. Still, we will see you to what safety we may.” She shrugs, her features earnest but full of grief.
Fair enough. I’ll check back after lunch.
Gennie walks around the room, but seeing no sign of Whisken she moves to the next door. "Ok, that door was closed and I don't think whisken squeezed under, so do we backtrack or" She wrenches the next door open. "Check inside?"
Gennie looks over the room but doesn’t see whisken and moves onward to the next door. ”As long as you feel comfortable carrying those, we need to find Whisken. Once we know she’s safe we can explore the rooms more fully. I still want to see those runes.”
Gennie steps further away and at Tai's urging swings at the beast. "Pimple, Gimple, Grimple Gremlins? Who names these things anyways?"
"Ugh, this is going to be days of cleaning. I can already smell the astringents. It's going to do terrible things."
Gennie steps around and attacks once more. Aoo dice if needed:
"Augh, when I find out what these are I am going to remember it forever. How can they be so...ugh"
The blade misses the smaller creature, and she brings it around again to guard.
Gennie pushes gently on the door, and if it's unlocked she opens it and moves inside. "Well let's hope whoever is throwing around explosions is on our side."
We will definitely go back to investigate mysterious stuff but with prioritizing whisken seems in character for all of us.
Gennie pokes the corpse with Kindness, and Tai chitters about infection and scrubbing details. ”When we get whisken and get out of this I promise to study the bestiaries. What even is that?”
That works. Hallway us.
"Well it's certainly out of the way. Still, onward. Marz is right, we have whisken to find"
Gennie giggles. ”Are you volunteering the blind bard or me to go looking for traps? We’d be sure to find them, but perhaps not in the ideal way. Marz and Mezdav have done a good job looking out for us. Mohk and I will be ready to step in the way if more of these creatures appear.” She nods and nudges the corpse of one dubiously. ”I wonder what else is down here. Maybe we’ll find a utility closet? Knowing the masters, we’re going to be scrubbing the floors so if we come across any bleach we might as well pretreat.”
Gennie steps away from the creature bringing kindness around in a swirling motion.
”Jaida’s bounty what are these things?”
Gennie swings the scythe back all on her own, with no nudge from tai at all, and connects! It is much messier than she expected.
Tai chitters from within her pouch, clearly irritated by the smell, but Gennie simply holds her breath for the worst of it to pass. Unfortunately, she misses her swing as a result.
"Awful creatures, whatever these are."
Gennie steps to the right, slapping at the creature as it closes with Mezdav, but ultimately missing. "Bother. Get it away from him so I can swing properly!" She gestures with her scythe, clearly concerned about hitting her friend, before turning to the other creature nearby. game actions: free - 5' step move - to ready scythe
Tai might get into combat (She's a silvanshee agathion at heart) but it would be at a suitably cinematic moment not a regular occurrence and it probably won't come up outside of bossfights or us running away...
Gennie answers distractedly in fluent sylvan "Beth? Wedi'i alw? Pwy alwodd pwy?" She is entirely unprepared for their hostility. Sylvan/Welsh: "What? Called? Who called who?"
Gennie moves cautiously to the door on the left, and at marz’s nod that it isn’t locked or trapped, she pushes it open.
Gennie moves cautiously to the door on the right, and at marz’s nod that it isn’t locked or trapped, she pushes it open.
"I have a spell for that but it doesn't last very long yet. If someone else knows Acabod's Arcane All Illuminator, that would be helpful. Even a sunrod would work, this is going to be. Oh, Mohk has a lantern. Wait, why do you have a lantern?" Gennie looks at Mohk suspiciously and then shrugs and heads to the hall, whispering. "Marz, did you hear anything earlier? This is a surprisingly elaborate secret room"
Gennie swallows at the stairs, and the blood, and clutches her scythe closer whispering bits of encouragement to herself as she goes. ”We need to find whisken, even if it’s breaking the rules. This is probably a test. Probably. Anyways there will be time for explanations, apologies, and baths later. Just keep moving. The only way out is through. We can do this. Oh, I am going to have a bath with so many bubbles and Tai is going to let me manicure and fluff her.” . The last is said fervently, and a tiny indignant squawk is heard from Tai. ”You woke me up to adventure, I’m bathing you.”. Gennie’s voice is suddenly happier, and full of steel. She’s set aside her fear, for now, and found her happy thought.
@gm I see a simple dungeon room with Marz as the map in roll20. @party Gennie ideally wants to 2h her scythe, if someone else will either cast light on her or carry a lantern that would help. She has LLV.
I trust Tai. She wouldn’t have woken me up if she didn’t think we should be doing this. She is very wise. Let’s find our friend.
”Look. I don’t make the rules and neither does Tai, we just do our best with the karmic waves as they manifest and some of our professors absolutely love the idea of quests and portents. Tonight I was having odd dreams, Tai woke me up. Marz and whisken were gone. Mysteriously . Now there is an open secret passage. Either we’re having a pop quiz or something happened, either way the only way out is through. If it makes you feel better, this is at least indoors and it isn’t yet raining.” She bounces her eyebrows and then heads downward.
”Wake up. We have a mystery.” Gennie leads the boys to the stairs and points down them.
Gennie wakes up, looks around the room and then tries to interpret Tai’s distress. ”Marz? Whiskey? Maybe they went to the potty? No? You think they’re in trouble? Are you sure Tai?” After some consideration, she pulls on her clothing and grabs a lantern, not as quickly as Tai would prefer. ”This is going to take me a moment Tai, but I am not going to look for trouble in my pajamas. The first rule of helping others is don’t senselessly endanger yourself. Mother...”. She stops, then continues in a subdued tone ”I always say, better prepared to help and it’s not needed then the opposite.”. So saying, she gathers an extra blanket and tucks it into her bag. ”Ok, let’s wake the boys and then we can go look.”
I am enjoying the night time adventure while gennie sleeps. Looking forward to writing her Incredulous response. Btw, the faculty are generally not very available to students. You're not sure yet where they even sleep. Hilbert’s infinite hotel adapted as resident professor storage…
Genevieve dreams of haunted castles in the clouds, and flight on a laughing serpentine dragon, and a festival of otters building increasingly complicated waterslides. All in all, a satisfying dream. Tai dreams of the blood of her enemies.
If you want to be roguish feel free Marz, but I have to be away from the thread till Monday afternoon so going to keep Gennie sleeping.
Gennie is sound asleep, a bump under her covers, with a very cozy smaller bump on top of them. As Marz speaks, Tai’s eyes glitter in the darkness and she chitters once, softly, as if to say “Let her sleep or we will both be miserable. Go back to bed.” Then she turns and lays down again.
Washing up her gear, and then drying it at the station, she tucks it away in her pack then scruffs Tai into her pouch. ”Run time, then reading, then bed.” She nods, but Tai pokes her and pushes the parchment forward. “Ah, right. First stop, turn in the lines. Mohk, this is for you, if you want I can show you to the teacher’s offices, they’re in Old Oak?” As she walks she tries to explain what they pass, streams and carefully maintained greenhouses, separated by stonewall and hedge. Eventually, she stops in the shade of a willow and says quietly. ”This grove was here before the academy, and the path in begins at the Dark Willow. It always smells of salt, but I don’t know why. The path to the Oak is lined with ferns, don’t step past them or you will find the creek.”. She walks carefully, trying to explain the Oak as the path turns deeper into the gardens of the Acadamae, “It’s old. Not quite dead, not truly alive, a piece of work that was here but also somewhere else. We’d have to ask a heirophant to explain it, if any could. Some say it was an Elfhome, others a Worldtree. Whatever it was, it is not that now. Whoever conquered, preserved, or enchanted it must have been partly mad, for the place has grown to be a small labyrinthian fortress of offices and laboratories. The only saving grace is you can follow the grain to get in or out. We’re here.”. Stretching up and away to the heavens, the Oak looms before them. Where moments before an empty path continued, now suddenly a tree that should have been visible from the quad, with a stately door and a warm green glow in the lanterns that flank it, abuts the stream. Gennie places her wrist against the door, and winces a moment as it pricks her, then enters.
”Father’s father had an office here, and we came once. I’ve never seen it since, but the door opens at least.” she touches the grain at the wall, where a raised entry for Professor Elias briefly lights up, before the path grows textured and the light changes to a soft blue and moves down the hallway to a door, on the left. Shrugging, Gennie places her lines under the door, then turns to follow the grain back to the lobby. ”Done, and now the run.”
Gennie’s run is how she starts and closes the day. The evening run is loose and steady, except for a hard sprint right at the end. Finishing up, she considers the gates from the inside, enjoying the feeling of accom0lishment before walking back to the dorm. [ooc]At the dorm, Gennie pulls out her notes and begins going over them. An hour later, when last bell rings, she tucks them away, and turns in, so she will be well rested.
That sounds reasonable. You can come back and deride the soup and offend the owl, or compliment the soup. Dealer's choice.
Here you go, cooperative worldbuilding time. Someone else gets to describe madame Owlexandria.
Gennie looks up then and blushes. ”Oh Tai you could have warned. Wait, I didn’t show anyone the soup! I’m sorry, you all feel so much like friends already I didn’t remember you aren’t familiar. Well there is still time, come along. As part of your dues you should have a meal plan, and Madame Owlexandria is a fantastic cook. Just don’t comment on the feathers please.”. So saying, Gennie stands up and after taking a last bite of her soup leaves it with Tai then heads towards a wall covered in a lush mural of ivy, trees, and now that you look closer, a small recessed hall. She turns and steps along quickly then gestures to the line, which stretches into the next room. ”There you are, and remember don’t say anything about her feathers. She is very particular, but you won’t find better food in the city if you stay on her good side. I like the fish, the only trouble is so does Tai. Oh drat. Tai!”. She smiles apologetically, then heads back towards her meal at a quick walk. Too late, Tai has already started slurping. With a sigh, she munches on the cracker.
Gennie finds a place for herself at the dining hall and sets down her soup. Taking a small plate, and a sealed jar, she sets the plate next to her on the bench, and empties Tai’s meal onto it. ”There, just as you like it”. She gives the ermine fur a scratch, and turns back to her soup and reading. ”I never did find out how they are supposed to use ice without their fingers freezing off. Maybe they have specialty gloves?”. After some time reading, the soup is gone and Tai curls back up in Gennie’s cloak. Without lifting her nose from the book, she gathers the dishes in a stack.
It was no trouble, I’m used to help…ing.”. She stops abruptly, breathes deeply, then continues with a somewhat forced smile. ”Anyways, you did most of the work. I’ll need to study harder so I can do more.”. She glances across the room and sees Midicci’s sour expression, but doesn’t comment. After a moment she goes back to her lines, fingers white on the quill, agitated by some other thought.
Busy days happpen. Hope it resolves calmly.
Gennie helpfully sets flasks to just barely enough heat to melt the ingredients as needed. "This is almost like working with Mithral, though much cooler melting, perhaps Indium, or even one of the salts we use to temper is closer? No but this is much less explosive. Fascinating." After a moment she raises her hand to ask the teacher a question "Sir? The reading said that mages could use this as a focus, but it seems much too cold to touch. How would that work?"
Gennie looks up as Mohk enters, ready to wave him to a seat then blushes and starts to speak instead, just in time for him to address the teacher. ”Mohk, down here. Steps on the left!”. As she calls out, she notices the teacher, and winces. ”Sorry sir, I didn’t notice you. Genevieve Silversoul, Master Crenshaw It is an honor. Your treatise on simple distillation and recombination made the entire process so clear.” she gushes. Tai, startled awake by her charges sudden changes in posture and volume pushes her head out from under Gennie’s hair, then chitters scoldingly and curls back up. Gennie snaps her mouth shut and let’s Mohk speak, only now processing that something might be wrong.
Gennie didn’t know! Telling the teacher and Gennie is fine by me. Of course the paizo dicebot is determined for this to be a comedy sketch.
I don't think there's much point in Gennie rolling, she's untrained and has a good motivation to work hard at what she's doing. (She'd like to give an extra set of lines to Mohk to turn in since he walked with her to the clinic). If you want a roll anyways, the best she could do is get guidance from Tai and that is not enough. Sometimes the undergrads stare at the fire rather than pouring the sand bucket on it.
Gennie shrugs, pulls out her lines and continues writing. After a moment, she pulls a second set of parchment out and begins copying out an additional set leaving room for a larger signature at the end of each. "I wonder why class hasn't started. Oh well, more time to get caught up. I don't suppose you've a magical solution for itching, Tai?" Tai licks Gennie's ear, then curls up to go back to sleep.
Sadly none of that is Gennie/Tai, so I think you four get to be primary on this.
I liked Jermaine's sister. Thanks for the fluff, it's always nice.
Someone else’s scene. Perhaps the dice deities will finally bless mez.
It isn’t until he stomps off in a huff that Gennie even recognizes him, but she startles as she recognizes the sulking. She stares a moment at the retreating form, then gives herself a shake and asks the obvious question. ”Tai, when did Anthony get accepted to the Acadamae? Did you know he was going to be here? I thought he said he was going to study abroad?” The mongoose doesn’t stir, she’s drifted off for a nap. Gennie shrugs and walks faster to class.
Arriving at the artifice room, she sweeps past the supply cabinet and it’s gathered students without a single concern, her thoughts still caught up in the rush to secure a good seat and have one class go well. Tai stirs in her sleep and buries her sensitive nose further in her sack, but as they are quickly into the classroom the scent does not bother her either.
”This will do. Wait, Tai? Where is everyone?”. The mongoose’s sleepy head pokes out of the bag on her back and surveys the space.
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