Out in the gardens of the Grand Lodge

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A young barefoot tien man in an orange gi with the symbol of the open road on his back steps out on to the grass. He mutters something like 'let's do this' while adopting a low squatting stance.

"Aaaaaaah! he begins shouting as a sudden burst of wind envelops him, with the occasional spark of lightning shooting around him.

"AaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! The wind swirls with greater intensity around him, and the lightning sparks increase in frequency. Blades of grass and small pebbles get caught up in his wind-aura and fly into the air. Strangely, miraculously, the heels of his feet begin to lift off the ground.

AAAAAHH, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! As the wind intensity continues, he slowly lifts off the ground in his entirety.

"Ha ha! I did it!" he shouts. He cautiously starts flying around, uncertain of his newfound ability.
Fly check to move at less than half speed: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

He manages to keep his 'balance' in the air, despite almost loosing it a few times. Tentatively, he lands and takes a deep breath, his aura subsiding.

"Oh, man that is hard. Gonna have to train with that a lot more to get good with it."

Grand Lodge

A blue streak flashes down from the top of Skyreach and circles around Oocha before stopping a few yards in front of him. It resolves as a Tien Tiefling woman in a fine blue dress and mithral armor, with shimmering patches of metallic black scales over her body, and a thin silver halo floats above her head. Glowing orange tattoos of a variety of dragons ripple across the exposed skin on her arms and the deep blue membranes of her large draconic wings which flap rythmically to keep her aloft. Her imposing build should be intimidating along with her wild mane and six large horns that frame her face. However, her goofy smile gives away no ill intent but adds to the menacing look, revealing a mouth too full of crimson-stained, needle-like teeth.

"You look like you're having a lot of fun there! Wanna train and get stronger at flying together?"

Liberty's Edge

A man dressed in sky blue robes, with the symbol of Irori embroidered on one sleeve, pauses to watch the flying pair. He is not intimidating in build, but his movements seem graceful and efficient as if he had spent a great deal of time in physical training. Breezes blow through his hair that do not seem to affect the rest of the courtyard.

"Ah, to fly," he muses wistfully. "That is a form I have not yet mastered. One of you flies by strength of will, the other by the strength of her wings. Does it matter to the air? I hope it will not disturb your training if I sit and meditate on these matters."

He chooses an out of the way corner of the courtyard, and folds his legs beneath him to sit. He is nearly still, but for the wind still moving his hair, and a careful observer could tell that his eyes are always tracking the two fliers.

Grand Lodge

The man takes a few steps back upon seeing the venture captain.

"Oh, wow, I-uh, Wow. I didn't know you were watching venture-captain." He hastily bows to the hulking black-dragon like tiefling. "I'm not sure our two forms of flight work on the same principle, but sure, I'll, uh, I'll train under you. At least for a while, I've got to get to the field for some practice for an upcoming game tomorrow, but that's not for an hour or so."

With that he resumes his squatting position again and starts summoning forth his ki(netic) energy. First he is surrounded by the wind aura, then arcs of electricity start discharging around and near him. Gradually, as before, he lifts off the ground.

Silver Crusade

A man in Sarenite monk's robes that conceal his face (though they fail to conceal the twin embers of hellfire that are presumably his eyes) approaches. He gives a bow before speaking.

"Impressive. I may be light on my feet, but flight itself is, as of yet, beyond my abilities. Perhaps with practice, my skills may allow me to stay airborne."

With that, he retreats a small distance, tenses his body, and leaps forward.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 11 + 14 = 28
From his standing start, he manages to launch himself 28 feet.

"Hmm, not my best distance."

He tenses again, but this time jumps straight up.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 11 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 14 = 29
He flies up 7 feet above the ground before falling back and landing lightly on his feet.

"Better, but still not my best."

Grand Lodge

Mea watches the other pathfinders practicing. "Wow, that's some really good jumping. Way better than I can jump and I'm like...really strong. I bet you'll be flyin in no time!"

She looks over at Oocha and grins. "And as for you, see if you can follow me!" She takes off flying through the grounds with a series of aerobatic maneuvers, swooping under bridges, around the towers and weaving through trees with practiced ease, always just ahead of him.

Grand Lodge

Not thinking for a sec, Oocha looks over to see the robed figure jumping. He seems taken aback considering how well the creature can jump.

Fly check to hover: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Luckily he maintains his balance and tentatively starts to move forward, gradually faster and faster, until he's going along at a surprisingly decent clip, though he can't keep up with the venture captain.

fly check to do tight maneuvers: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

However he quickly gets the hang of it and manages to even do some tight aerial 90 degree turns.

"Wahoo! Check me out! I'm flying!"

Silver Crusade

Deciding to put his all into it, the monk tenses for a third time.

Taking 10 and burning a ki point.
Acrobatics: 10 + 11 + 14 + 20 = 55

This time his leap carries him 55 feet. He actually seems to have slightly exerted himself now.

Grand Lodge

Mea stops and claps delightedly for the other pathfinders. "You guys are getting better already!"

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