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"No more outbreaks of rashes, at least," said in a dry tone, resisting the urge to scratch.
Well, hacking the thing apart seemed to be going well so far, so why stop a good thing? Mohk tried again.
"Trying!" Mohk agreed as he tried to keep out of the tendrils. He took another slash at the thing, hoping to fell it soon. Fighting was difficult, with so much sound and information coming from so many places...
Mohk tried to break free of the plant. The poison was difficult to resist, but he just about managed. Still, he was leaking a worrying amount...
Mohk moved up to support the teacher, attacking the spikier of the two plants if he could reach it.
"I, for one, would prefer not to die. But this feels like the kind of thing we need to try and resolve. Right?" Helping people was what Mohk was here for, at the end of the day. He had not gotten off to a good start. Killing what amounted to kids was probably not going to rest easy with him. Surely they could help what was left, right?
Mohk scratched his head. "I...guess that means we need to wait?" He wasn't sure that was the smart option, but he also knew he wasn't smart enough to find the smart option half the time.
Mohk paled to tomato red as he realized what they had done. That is...not a good thing.
Mohk nodded, cleaning off his glass sword and getting ready to follow.
Mohk was not good at these things, but tried to help anyway.
Mohk sighed as his pants were singed. "I liked these clothes," the tiefling said as the alchemical fire rolled off his skin. "They fit well, and were comfy to move in." He lashed out at the alchemy throwing little monster.
"So you're why I have lice," Mohk said as he moved up behind one trying to plunder the shelves. He flowed to them, the glass scimitar sweeping through the air aimed at the small creatures neck.
Mohk moved into cut off the advance on the flasks. Mezdev seemed to have the first one well in hand, or possibly on the end of a spear, so Mohk went for the second in line.
Mohk considered - did he go and stop the alchemist's fire stuff? Did he go for the runner? Mohk decided that the alchemist's fire was the bigger threat, and moved between them and it. Hopefully he could attack at least one as they passed.
"Unless one of us has got a real knack for necromancy, I guess we won't find out here," Mohk said considering. "Where to next?"
"On the plus side, I think it's really dead. Not pretending or undead," Mohk said slowly. "On the downside, no clue as to what it is."
"It smells like someone marinated their socks in sewage, I can tell you that much," Mohk said in obvious discomfort and checked the thing with Deathwatch to be safe. Nothing living should smell like that, but frankly most things dead should smell better too. Some things did cultivate a stench to defend themselves or make others believe they were dead when they weren't, after all.
Works for me.
"Artifacts?" Mohk asked, intrigued. "Probably better not to take them, but I wonder why they kept them down here?" It did rather add to whole 'security' idea...
"Does anyone know what we just splattered?" Mohk asked, curious a little too late. "It would be a problem if we just killed the security detail for the area."
"Ugh," the bard said, as he tried to chop the little snot again. He was very glad he could clean up once this fight was done.
Moving forwards, the bard attempted to engage the last one.
Feeling the creature move, Mohk grinned and tried to intercept.
Mohk attacked one of the ones closer, wrinkling his delicate nose at the smell of their 'attack'.
"So that's a 'no'?" Mohk asked, his glass weapon flashing through the air with surprising confidence for a blind man. As to accuracy...
Mohk raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to talk this out?" He had no idea what they were speaking, sadly.
Mohk moved into position, just in case whatever was behind the door was hostile.
Mohk tilted his head towards the day, trying to hear if there was anything beyond either of them.
"Is that what this is?" asked, holding it up. "I'm just holding it because it was given to me."
Mohk can hold the lantern. His fighting style insists he not have a sword or shield in that hand, but I think a lantern is allowed. Dervish Dance is a little kinder than Slashing Grace on that. Plus, the irony of having the blind guy with a lamp amuses me.
"I'm happy to grab my armour," Mohk said, considering. If they knew where the faculty were - or the custodians, he supposed, if the teachers general didn't stay on campus overnight - then it would be smart to rouse them to help. As it was, it might take too long. He knew where his armour was.
Mohk shrugged, hunting down and finding enough clothing to qualify as decent - for a given value of decent - and followed along. Given haste seemed important he didn't bother with the blindfold he used, and his eyes stared into space in slightly disconcerting fashion as he followed.
"They were odd lice, too, the wrong colour," Mohk noted. "Apparently it was an old colour they used to have, but maybe it was something to do with the alchemical mess like Jermaine says?"
The sun was no factor for Mohk, and he made a great saving on not needing candles, so he stayed up and listened as the others transcribed notes or talked about the lessons for the day. He sensed rather than saw the Master go by, obviously, but was just as confused as the others.
"Sensing spells for me," Mohk said cheerfully as he acquired a sandwich from his pouch. "I can Detect Magic already, and know which direction I'm going. Oh, and I can see people's...health, I guess, and know roughly what kinda condition they're in." He'd been told that trick actually sensed the state of someone's soul, but he wasn't certain on that himself. "But yeah, today has been enlightening. I didn't realize how much I had to learn. This stuff has always kinda just...been there, you know? Never really had to study it. Which is good, for me." Mohk shrugged. "I'm going to have to work out a few ways to study. Is there a spell that reads for you? Maybe I should learn that one if it exists." Or look more into the seeing-eye familiar idea.
Well, vomit wasn't fun. Mohk was kinda confused as to what it might have been. Maybe it ate something unfriendly in the alchemical supplies? the bard wondered. Mohk was, once again, finding himself outside of his element. It was starting to get ironically clear to the blind tiefling that he was going to have to put a lot of time and effort into making this work, or he'd rapidly be left behind. And not because he couldn't see what he was doing, although that was a factor. But because he didn't know enough. Still, he had some idea how to deal with food preparation. Potions and food were kinda alike, right? He tried to see how many of those skills were transferable.
Mohk moved towards the teacher. "Hi! I'm, uh, sorry to bother you, and be so forward, but there seems to be some kind of spill in the cupboard next door? It smells...unfriendly, so we thought it would be a good idea to mention it, just to be safe." Hopefully the teachers response wouldn't be 'well why didn't you go get a mop and bucket', but he wasn't holding his breath.
Mohk swallowed but kept his jerky in his stomach. He wasn't able to add much to the discussion.
Mohk had no idea what was up with the guy, but such was life. People got angry all the time and Mohk was not always in the know as to why, and since he wasn't even sure who this guy was it was a struggle to be upset over why he was annoyed. Hi finished nibbling on his jerky. "Oh, you know the angry guy? He seemed angry." [ooc]Step Two[/dice]
Following along with the others and reaching out to use the wall to guide himself, Mohk's head turned towards the closet as he passed. "I guess they keep some of the more impressive smelling stuff in there, huh?" Hopefully it wouldn't be too strong. Getting overwhelmed by scent was a pain in the tail, as it were. Not as bad as sound could be, but still...
Mohk had no idea who the family Midiccis were, but they sounded important. "You can help me study Necromancy, Jermaine. And everything else, really. I get the feeling my level of magical skill probably isn't the highest here." The tiefling shrugged cheerfully. His goal was to learn and to pass. Getting the best grade possible was far down his list of priorities, although it was a goal he wouldn't mind to achieve if possible.
"Specializations? Uh...I'm not really sure." Mohk sat, pondering how to avoid getting on the necromantic master's bad side. "My actual spells are pretty limited. I can do some healing, and I can make someone blind, along with a few cantrips - Detect Magic and Know Direction really help me get around. Most of my magic comes from dancing. I can make myself tougher and better in a fight, and I can ward everyone around me while I dance. Not at the same time, though, and only for about half a minute." He pulled some jerky from a pouch on his belt, pulling it out the waxed paper before devouring it.
Mohk smiled as the professor allowed them to not write the lines, but winced behind his blindfold as Gennie decided she was going to do so anyway. "Uh, for future reference, sir, I'm afraid I'll need an alternative punishment. I'm afraid I'm blind and unable to write in the traditional sense." Or any other sense, really.
Handing over his own note and smiling ruefully, Mohk's ears perked up at the mention of Dhampir. He'd been told about them, as one of the other races that tended to get, well, crap. He had no idea they didn't heal from positive energy like most folks did, though. That was kinda fascinating. He wondered how that quirk worked. Was it the necromantic energy in them 'rebelling' when faced with positive magic, or if it was biological somehow?
"Oh, I'm very pretty and dashing, yes," Mohk said with a grin, squeezing her fingers with the confidence of someone who'd never had to deal with a mirror. "But this isn't likely any more your fault than it is mine. I mean, everyone gets told they have bad luck sometimes, right? Even if you do have an excess of Karma it's not like you get a say in it, so it's no more your fault if a little spills over now and then it would be if some idiot hurled a rock at me for the whole 'horns and tail' thing and one of you guys got hit. I'd still feel awful about it, but I'm not at fault. And if you're right, then neither are you."
"So we've been infested by odd lice from a previous era?" Mohk scratched his head to try and resist scratching his back. His skin was unnaturally tough, far more so than most humanoids he'd been told, but scratching at it too much would still damage it eventually. He was mildly impressed the thrice-damned lice could manage it and would have been more so if they weren't on him. "Do they normally limit themselves to the, uh, lower back like this? It seems odd that we both got them at pretty much the same time, within minutes of meeting and starting class, and in the same place." Someone's idea of a hazing ritual? It wouldn't be the weirdest such prank he'd heard of - that involved a lot more fruit - but people were, if nothing else, oddities. On the plus side, he'd probably look just fine shaved smooth, if it came to it. "Is there a way to treat them a little faster, by chance? I'm not one for rumours, but having lice on your first day is going to be a bit of a stigma. Especially with the whole..." He gestured to the sweeping horns on his head. Although he'd had limited experience of it personally, he was well aware that some people did not like Tieflings.
Yup! Mohk will be going along, unless someone else decides to do something else. And apologies to everyone. I'm being slow and missing details thanks to work deciding that, since everyone is getting sick, I don't need time off. The joy of having the 'expert' tag.
Mohk is happy for people to look at his lower back, if they really want to. "Yeah, take a look. I mean, who hasn't seen a tail before, right?" Mohk grinned to tell everyone he was joking. "I'm guessing that it's something to do with the lessons? Will the faculty help with this kinda thing if so, or are we supposed to deal with it ourself?" Mohk paused. "Is this a lesson too?" That was a wild idea, but it made sense. Sorta. It depends on how the school liked to do stuff. "But given the itchies, I'd say we go see someone, yeah." Hearing the offer to help with the reading, "Oh, thanks Jermaine, that'll be great." The Tiefling shrugged. "I'm not sure how to deal with the reading. Maybe I'll need a seeing-eye Familiar?" He'd heard it was possible to look through a familiar's eyes, if you knew how, but he had no idea if it was true.
The irritating itch just above his tail made Mohk twitch slightly, his tail jerking furiously. "Yeah, I'm with Gennie. I've got a real itch right at the top of my tail." The tiefling paused at the mention of 'backsides', but this was one of life's mysteries that evaded the blind man. Backsides were fine to sit on, but his brothers had mentioned them being fun to look at as well. Given that wasn't an option... Mohk did use Detect Magic to see what he could pick up, however. For him it was like a...ping in the dark, a note. The longer he focused the more distinct the note became, giving him the information he wanted, and he could feel how far away from him they were.
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