Vera stands in front of the portal with a haunted look in her eyes. She's unable to respond to anything, or she is just unwilling to interact with her surrounding. Since her fellow batchmates are busy in chatting with each other, they won't be able to spot the sudden change in her mannerism. She will remain there frozen in time even if the rest of the members has decided to leave.
An old woman cuddling three eerie-looking dolls, one of the doll's head is replaced with a small knife. The figure morphs into a different creature with no distinguishable features, floating aimlessly inside the void. Darkness.
By the time Vera regains her conscience, the team of recruits are already in a different place. Her familiar bird 'Zodiac' has somehow sensed the feeling of dread through empathic bond. He croaks twice and flaps his wings like a hungry baby bird, trying to distract and prevent his companion from fuelling strings of negative thoughts.
"Madam Silentstep, may I ask a question?"-she lifts her hand upwards like a polite student to draw the attention of their towermaster. "How do we recognize our hallmaster? What happens if we lose our brooches? And..and... "
"Excuse me, but I still think that we're stuck inside a sweet dream. Everything is so beautiful and perfect, and these statues.. they look so much familiar!"
Vera will select a room from the second floor (final floor) and occupy it immediately. She is followed by a wooden chest containing her belongings that seems to be levitating, but it's actually being carried by Trova.
She will pluck the lavender flower from the pot and place it carefully inside her crown. "Ah, it's really a cozy place. Don't you think so, Trova?"She will take a quick shower to reduce the lingering effect of exhaustion, finally settling in for a good night's sleep.
"Well, young one. I do believe Thal'rin is the only loxodon on academy grounds. He certainly is not hard to find, though the majority of the time, you will be able to find him in his office in the Grand Hall." As she's handing the brooch to you "As for the brooch, you certainly don't want to lose it. Without the brooch, you won't be granted access to any of the buildings on academy grounds. You won't be able to summon your tower, and should security catch you without it, you could face major consequences. Of course, students lose them often. You can apply for a missing brooch. Though the applications take quite a while to process, and you're likely to miss weeks of classes before it gets approved or denied." As she looks towards the statues, she continues "Well, of course they look familiar. They are divine beings after all, surely you've read about them, or heard of them. This here" as she points to the human man "is Thul, The Loreweaver. He's the keeper of all. History flows through him." She points to the human woman "and this is Iris, The Oracle. She sees all. You cannot hide from her." Pointing towards the statue of the half-orc female "and finally, this is Sezira, The Architect. She built the observatory single-handledly." as she continues leading you towards your tower "You will learn plenty more about them in the coming days. One of your required classes is Founders101. Lots of important history to be learned there."
(OOC: It appears Mythe and Hin have taken the two rooms at the very top of the tower, Vera. So you'll have to take one of the three on the middle floor.)
Barburry quietly takes in the stone encased surroundings slowly, noting the kitchen area. Memories of his destoryed home fill his mind as he ascends the stairs to the second floor. Seeing Vera and someone he doesn't recognize ascend the stairs to the top rooms. He's sure that if Hin and the others didn't stop her then she is probably more faculty or something. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to divert much attention toward them anyway. Stepping into one of the rooms on the second floor, he looked to the small window in the wall. If this place had a sun like the other side of the portal, it would rise to greet him in this room. Placing down his wordly possessions he went down stairs to get a feel for the kitchen. Doing a small inventory, he began writing down a small shopping list of sorts and a recipe should shopping not being practical. He figured they may want to make something for the neighboring towers. Afterall, some friends amongst students might make life acclimating a bit easier. Making friends and relationships isn't his forte, but making food is. Perhaps it is the perfect bridge.
After feeling satisfied with the prep work, he went outside and dug up some grass turf gently and placed it into a small bowl he had taken from the kitchen. The smell of the dirt filled his nose and set his nerves at ease. He brought it up to his room and set the bowl balanced in the small round window sill. Sitting on the bed, Scritches came out and curled up in his lap. A couple minutes of gentle petting got the familiar to sleep. A small gesture of his fingers and a small whistle creates a gentle zephyr blowing through the window, bringing a brief scent of the grass he had placed there. He smiled to himself, leaning back against the wall thinking, "There might not be a place for me here still, but I believe that I can at least make one." He glided of to a loud snoring deep sleep shortly after, the magical [GUST] ending with his slumber.
There was a small shine every now and then through tufts of ferret fur, as the brooch laid attached to a workperson's apron folded in Barburry's lap. The firbolg out of his element was ready for the morning to come and get to work.
As you all wake in the morning and complete any morning rituals you have, you eventually all make it down stairs into the kitchen, study, dining room, living room mess of a room that we'll now coin the lounge. I'll now call the ground floor the lounge going forward. As you all make your way down to the lounge, you notice a piece of paper sitting on the edge of the table. As one of you approach and read it, it reads
I'm sorry my friends, but I can't do this. I apologize for leaving in the cover of the night, without even a goodbye, but this is not where I need to be. I've received magical word, and I'm needed elsewhere.
Best of luck on your studies,
Urtrogall
The brooch and brochure are left sitting on the table next to the note. You eventually hear a knocking at the door.
(OOC: If you wish to detail your morning rituals, this is a good time to do so!)
Rising early out of habit and perhaps a little anticipation, the elf gets ready for the day in a manner of minutes, donning an velvety navy skirt and rich white blouse onto which she fastens her assigned brooch. She grabs any items she knows she will need before heading downstairs into the lounge. Likely the first one there, ((OOC: though others may be there first if they wish)) she brews herself tea from her own ornate container of expensive leaves - a gift from one of the many suitors she had rejected back home. Taking a book from a nearby shelf, Mythe sits at the lounge table, leafing through the pages and taking occasional sips of her beverage. Here she remains, diligently waiting for the others to arrive and the orientation to begin.
Hin is lousy in her morning routine; she wakes up with ease relatively early (though not as early as Mythe), and as she makes the transition from her dreamscape to reality she yawns widely and tries to prepare herself for the morning to come. Too lazy to shift personas, she only really bothers to put on a clean pair of black trousers, a ruffled poet shirt, and the boots she had on yesterday, and to put her long hair in a loose, low bun. Lightly slapping her face as an attempt at chasing away the last remnants of sleep, she walks down the two flights of stairs to the lounge.
"Morning, Mythe." She yawns for the last time, the weight of the morning dissipating in thin air. Noticing the paper on the table, she picks it up and reads it. "Oh, how sad. I was looking forward to studying with him. Oh well," She picks up yet another book from the shelf and sits down across from Mythe at the table, already invested in the book's beginning.
(@DM, Vera will occupy one of the three rooms in the first floor.)
(Previous Night)
When the towermaster reveals the identities of the statues, Vera stares at the statue of the human woman with an expression of fascination, awestruck by the charm of a potential idol. The brooch that's being held firmly is suddenly encased in a little illusory figurine of the Oracle, then it's restored to the true form. [Minor Illusion]
"I'll try to be careful, Madame. Thanks for sharing information about the founders."
(Morning)
Vera is the last one to wake up since she's spent most of the night awake due to excitement about the orientation day. The dark circles around her eyes are now prominent when she repeatedly rubs her puffy eyes. She looks horrible with no trace of womanly grace, scratching the wild tangle of her dark brown hair. A true successor of green hag, by birth.
"Morning! Excuse me, I'll need more time to let my brain function properly. Where's Hin? Urtrogall?"
Mythe stares at Hin, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a person she does not recognise. Noticing the bronze brooch on the human girls chest and realising she is not faculty, she stands up from her chair in a jolt.
"Who are you? Why are you in our tower? And how do you know my name?"
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She chuckles a little, waving her hands in apologetic dismissal. "I'm Hin, I just look different." She pauses for a minute. "I'm a changeling, not an elf, or a human; but I'm still me." Just to prove her point, she changes to her previous persona, and back. "It just feels like this... body would suit this place better. I'll make sure to let you know when I change in the future, my apologies." She bows slightly, bending down at the waist.
“Oh.. I see.”Mythe slides back into her seat, taking a moment to regain her composure. Once the initial shock has worn off she looks at Hin again, a spark of curiosity lighting her eyes. “I have never met a changeling before.”
Upon Vera’s arrival, the elf gestures towards the figure sitting across from her. “That is Hin. As for Urtogall..” She shrugs. “He has left.”
Barburry slept remarkably well though he woke with a fair amount of drool. Using a wash basin he pours some water in from his waterskin and freshens himself up a bit. Changing into a bland pair of trousers and shirt, he throws his leather apron over his neck and ties it behind him. Scritches climbs up the firbolg to sit in an extra baggy pocket with a conveniently Scritches shaped contour. He then grabs the blank book, putting it into the satchel he carries before and heads on downstairs.
He catches the latter half of Hin's explanation to Mythe and demonstration, making last nights event make sense. He heads to the kitchen and uses some mushrooms and assorted wild root vegetables he had found on his way to the academy. Wishing now he had some eggs, he still manages to make a nice stiry fry with the spices and items available. Never start a day without a good meal if one can help it. He makes extra, though it's not an overwhelming amount of food he had carried. He dines in the kitchen and waves as Vera comes down. Only when Mythe mentions Urtogall does the firbolg realize that he was missing. Maybe his story is one Barburry will hear one day.
"I've extra food prepared if any yall like. Nothing fancy, and it's vegetarian. I plan on stocking us up so we never are in want of a meal. Despite my insecurities yesterday, I have no second guessing when it comes to cooking." He smiles a big dumb firbolg smile. "If any of you have some food preferences or allergies and care to share, I would love t he challenge of learning to make some new cuisine... seeing as I'm all worldly now." He laughs heartily at his sarcastic gibe at the end, but is genuine in his interest to cook for them. He seems much more comfortable in his skin today. His Brooch is adorned on the front of the chest pocket that Scritches is poking out of, munching on a raw mushroom.
"Oh, that smells heavenly, Barburry." She walks over to the kitchen, where Barburry is eating. She then serves herself a small portion, leaving some in case anyone else wants to eat. Countering him, she stands next to him and starts digging in. As she takes a bite, she realizes she's never had homecooked food quite this extraordinary. "This is amazing!" she remarks, taking another bite, "Absolutely exquisite. I've always wanted to learn how to cook good food myself. Could you perhaps teach me sometime?"
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Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin'sFrom Dusk to Dawn Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
Barburry shines like the sun. "Absolutely! We'll see what provisions they have around here and how to get fresh produce and meats, then you're in for a real treat! I personally only eat fish and eggs but have no qualms for those that prefer... other meats. Most meals in my repertoire are more desserts if I am honest. Thinking of making some kringles or pies for neighboring towers to start things off well. But not before treating my new companions first, of course!" Cooking is assuredly his sensory zen kind of past time, and he is loud and happy.
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(OOC: I'm going to assume one of you decides to answer the door. I'm still not used to us only have 4 people at the moment, and I was waiting for our 5th to post. Oops!)
Because I'm an evil DM -> 3 Barburry -> 1 Hin -> 2 Mythe -> 3 Vera -> 4
Hin, as you get up to answer the knocking at the door, you're greeted with a jolting "Oh!" You see a young female fire genasi. A child rather, definitely no older than 10 winters. "Hi! I - uh, I'm Lena and I'm Thal'rin's personal assistant, when I don't have schooling to attend to! He has sent me to collect you for or - ie - n - tation. So - uh, if you'd gather your things and come with me, that would be exc - excellent." She twirls around, as she does, her dress twists freely, before turning back around "Oh, I almost forgot. You all should have a book in your rooms. Please bring that with you." She then begins skipping away from your tower, leading you all to the Grand Hall. Where you meet a tall, older, loxodon gentleman. "Ah!" He expresses with a deep rumble in his voice "You are the newest recruits to the academy, I take it?" He looks over each of you, smiling as he does. He has warm, welcoming aura about him as he speaks to you. It almost feels as if you're standing next to and talking to your favorite grandfather that you haven't spoken to in years. "We can begin orientation and tours if you're all ready, but first" as he adjusts his spectacles "do you have any questions for me before we get started?"
Barburry grabs his personal book from his satchel and a lead stick for notes on the run. He looks up attentively, but decides to hold questions until after to avoid asking something that may be perceived as obvious.
Vera will dig into the food prepared by Barburry. After that, she will run towards her personal room hastily to collect her belongings and make herself presentable. Finally, she decides to start the orientation without expressing further concerns, and silently follows the lead of the hall master.
Upon opening the door, Hin is pleasantly surprised. She hasn't seen a child in so long. She waits patiently until she is finished speaking, and politely replies, "It's so nice to meet you, Lena! I'm Hin, and these are my roommates, Barburry, Vera, and Mythe. Nice to meet you! I'll be right over in a second, let me just get my stuff." She turns around and rushes quickly up to her room to gather her belongings and the book on her table, as to not waste any time. As she runs, her mind is running just as fast as she remembers the joy she would get from reading to children not unlike Lena during storytime at her parent's library.
I wonder if there are any more children at the Academy. I would love to meet them all, see what kind of stories they love the most...
As she makes haste back through the staircase, through the lounge, and out the door, she comes to an abrupt stop in front of the loxodon. She takes a minute to regain her composure, listening closely to what he has to say to the group. Once he is finished, she politely raises her hands and says, "I am assuming you are our hallmaster, Thal'rin? It is so very nice to meet you. I'm Hin." As he answers any questions that others may have, she follows him and the rest of the group to the Grand Hall.
(OOC: In the interest of allowing Vera to sneak another post in before it gets too late into the night (if she would like to) and to introduce our newest member, since they're now prepared, I'm going to push forward even though Mythe hasn't posted yet. (Please feel free to respond to my last post and this one Mythe))
"Yes, I am T -""YAY!" The cheer from Lena interrupts the hallmaster. You all look towards Lena who is pointing at the courtyard, where you see another beam of arcane energy rocketing towards the skyline. Just like what happened when Chatters had entered through the portal. You hear, in sync with each other, both Thal'rin and Lena say "new recruits already" Thal'rin in a questioning tone and Lena in an excited tone. "Well Lena, why don't you go find Edna and meet us in the courtyard." You watch as Lena skips away "Now that that's out of the way, Yes, I'm Thal'rin. We're going to do a bit of a special orientation today. Edna and Lena will need to be here for orientation, but it seems they are going to be preoccupied with some even newer recruits than you. So, we'll do a large group orientation. Please follow me" Thal'rin begins leading you towards the courtyard where you originally met Edna. As you all approach, you see what appears to be a hobgolin standing in the courtyard, holding an invitation, staring up at the three statues that dominate the courtyard.
(OOC: Please feel free to describe your character at this time and anything they might be doing or thinking at this moment. You can refer to post #58 or the spoiler below for a description of the statues you currently see.)
Directly in front of you, you see a marble statue. It stands about 14 feet tall. It has curled hair to the shoulders, large rubies inlaid for eyes, a billowing cloak, and set of ornate robes, both gold leaf gilded around the edges. The elbows tucked into the sides, arms in front, holding a large crystal orb. You can see raw arcane power swirling around within the orb. There appears to be two more statues of equal height, the three seem to be back to back to back, creating a triangle. The next statue is of a tall, handsome human man, also made of marble, ornate robes and cloak also gold leaf gilded. You see a mess of shaggy hair on his head, large sapphires inlaid for eyes, holding a tome in one hand, and a quill in the other. He's presented in a pose as if preparing to write something into the tome. The final statue is of a female half-orc. Long dreadlocks, billowing in the same direction as her fur mantled cloak, large emeralds inlaid for eyes. Beneath the cloak, you see furs covering the majority of her body. Similarly to the other two statues, the cloak and furs are gold leaf gilded around the defined edges. She holds a chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other, in a striking position, as if to be carving something from a block of stone. All three statues appear to be mystically lit.
Vera is a young-adult woman infused with eldritch magic that manifests itself through an energetic aura of fey presence and a living crown adorning her temples. Her dark brown strings of wavy hair are restrained with a scarlet piece of head band, her lips are full and the nose is a bit crooked with a nose piercing twinkling under broad daylight. She wears a semi-long burgundy skirt, a vintage floral corset top covers her torso. The common set of clothes had been modified during the previous night.
"Oh! It's such a heart-breaking news, we lost one of our batchmates. Trova, it must have been our fault... we couldn't make him feel at ease". She is still holding the letter left by Urtrograll along with the brooch and the brochure.
Vera stands in front of the portal with a haunted look in her eyes. She's unable to respond to anything, or she is just unwilling to interact with her surrounding. Since her fellow batchmates are busy in chatting with each other, they won't be able to spot the sudden change in her mannerism. She will remain there frozen in time even if the rest of the members has decided to leave.
An old woman cuddling three eerie-looking dolls, one of the doll's head is replaced with a small knife. The figure morphs into a different creature with no distinguishable features, floating aimlessly inside the void. Darkness.
By the time Vera regains her conscience, the team of recruits are already in a different place. Her familiar bird 'Zodiac' has somehow sensed the feeling of dread through empathic bond. He croaks twice and flaps his wings like a hungry baby bird, trying to distract and prevent his companion from fuelling strings of negative thoughts.
"Madam Silentstep, may I ask a question?"- she lifts her hand upwards like a polite student to draw the attention of their towermaster. "How do we recognize our hallmaster? What happens if we lose our brooches? And..and... "
"Excuse me, but I still think that we're stuck inside a sweet dream. Everything is so beautiful and perfect, and these statues.. they look so much familiar!"
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(Inside the towerhouse)
Vera will select a room from the second floor (final floor) and occupy it immediately. She is followed by a wooden chest containing her belongings that seems to be levitating, but it's actually being carried by Trova.
She will pluck the lavender flower from the pot and place it carefully inside her crown. "Ah, it's really a cozy place. Don't you think so, Trova?" She will take a quick shower to reduce the lingering effect of exhaustion, finally settling in for a good night's sleep.
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Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
"Well, young one. I do believe Thal'rin is the only loxodon on academy grounds. He certainly is not hard to find, though the majority of the time, you will be able to find him in his office in the Grand Hall." As she's handing the brooch to you "As for the brooch, you certainly don't want to lose it. Without the brooch, you won't be granted access to any of the buildings on academy grounds. You won't be able to summon your tower, and should security catch you without it, you could face major consequences. Of course, students lose them often. You can apply for a missing brooch. Though the applications take quite a while to process, and you're likely to miss weeks of classes before it gets approved or denied." As she looks towards the statues, she continues "Well, of course they look familiar. They are divine beings after all, surely you've read about them, or heard of them. This here" as she points to the human man "is Thul, The Loreweaver. He's the keeper of all. History flows through him." She points to the human woman "and this is Iris, The Oracle. She sees all. You cannot hide from her." Pointing towards the statue of the half-orc female "and finally, this is Sezira, The Architect. She built the observatory single-handledly." as she continues leading you towards your tower "You will learn plenty more about them in the coming days. One of your required classes is Founders101. Lots of important history to be learned there."
(OOC: It appears Mythe and Hin have taken the two rooms at the very top of the tower, Vera. So you'll have to take one of the three on the middle floor.)
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
Barburry quietly takes in the stone encased surroundings slowly, noting the kitchen area. Memories of his destoryed home fill his mind as he ascends the stairs to the second floor. Seeing Vera and someone he doesn't recognize ascend the stairs to the top rooms. He's sure that if Hin and the others didn't stop her then she is probably more faculty or something. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to divert much attention toward them anyway. Stepping into one of the rooms on the second floor, he looked to the small window in the wall. If this place had a sun like the other side of the portal, it would rise to greet him in this room. Placing down his wordly possessions he went down stairs to get a feel for the kitchen. Doing a small inventory, he began writing down a small shopping list of sorts and a recipe should shopping not being practical. He figured they may want to make something for the neighboring towers. Afterall, some friends amongst students might make life acclimating a bit easier. Making friends and relationships isn't his forte, but making food is. Perhaps it is the perfect bridge.
After feeling satisfied with the prep work, he went outside and dug up some grass turf gently and placed it into a small bowl he had taken from the kitchen. The smell of the dirt filled his nose and set his nerves at ease. He brought it up to his room and set the bowl balanced in the small round window sill. Sitting on the bed, Scritches came out and curled up in his lap. A couple minutes of gentle petting got the familiar to sleep. A small gesture of his fingers and a small whistle creates a gentle zephyr blowing through the window, bringing a brief scent of the grass he had placed there. He smiled to himself, leaning back against the wall thinking, "There might not be a place for me here still, but I believe that I can at least make one." He glided of to a loud snoring deep sleep shortly after, the magical [GUST] ending with his slumber.
There was a small shine every now and then through tufts of ferret fur, as the brooch laid attached to a workperson's apron folded in Barburry's lap. The firbolg out of his element was ready for the morning to come and get to work.
As you all wake in the morning and complete any morning rituals you have, you eventually all make it down stairs into the kitchen, study, dining room, living room mess of a room that we'll now coin the lounge. I'll now call the ground floor the lounge going forward. As you all make your way down to the lounge, you notice a piece of paper sitting on the edge of the table. As one of you approach and read it, it reads
The brooch and brochure are left sitting on the table next to the note. You eventually hear a knocking at the door.
(OOC: If you wish to detail your morning rituals, this is a good time to do so!)
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
Before the knocking:
Rising early out of habit and perhaps a little anticipation, the elf gets ready for the day in a manner of minutes, donning an velvety navy skirt and rich white blouse onto which she fastens her assigned brooch. She grabs any items she knows she will need before heading downstairs into the lounge. Likely the first one there, ((OOC: though others may be there first if they wish)) she brews herself tea from her own ornate container of expensive leaves - a gift from one of the many suitors she had rejected back home. Taking a book from a nearby shelf, Mythe sits at the lounge table, leafing through the pages and taking occasional sips of her beverage. Here she remains, diligently waiting for the others to arrive and the orientation to begin.
Hin is lousy in her morning routine; she wakes up with ease relatively early (though not as early as Mythe), and as she makes the transition from her dreamscape to reality she yawns widely and tries to prepare herself for the morning to come. Too lazy to shift personas, she only really bothers to put on a clean pair of black trousers, a ruffled poet shirt, and the boots she had on yesterday, and to put her long hair in a loose, low bun. Lightly slapping her face as an attempt at chasing away the last remnants of sleep, she walks down the two flights of stairs to the lounge.
"Morning, Mythe." She yawns for the last time, the weight of the morning dissipating in thin air. Noticing the paper on the table, she picks it up and reads it. "Oh, how sad. I was looking forward to studying with him. Oh well," She picks up yet another book from the shelf and sits down across from Mythe at the table, already invested in the book's beginning.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
(@DM, Vera will occupy one of the three rooms in the first floor.)
(Previous Night)
When the towermaster reveals the identities of the statues, Vera stares at the statue of the human woman with an expression of fascination, awestruck by the charm of a potential idol. The brooch that's being held firmly is suddenly encased in a little illusory figurine of the Oracle, then it's restored to the true form. [Minor Illusion]
"I'll try to be careful, Madame. Thanks for sharing information about the founders."
(Morning)
Vera is the last one to wake up since she's spent most of the night awake due to excitement about the orientation day. The dark circles around her eyes are now prominent when she repeatedly rubs her puffy eyes. She looks horrible with no trace of womanly grace, scratching the wild tangle of her dark brown hair. A true successor of green hag, by birth.
"Morning! Excuse me, I'll need more time to let my brain function properly. Where's Hin? Urtrogall?"
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Mythe stares at Hin, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a person she does not recognise. Noticing the bronze brooch on the human girls chest and realising she is not faculty, she stands up from her chair in a jolt.
"Who are you? Why are you in our tower? And how do you know my name?"
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry." She chuckles a little, waving her hands in apologetic dismissal. "I'm Hin, I just look different." She pauses for a minute. "I'm a changeling, not an elf, or a human; but I'm still me." Just to prove her point, she changes to her previous persona, and back. "It just feels like this... body would suit this place better. I'll make sure to let you know when I change in the future, my apologies." She bows slightly, bending down at the waist.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
“Oh.. I see.” Mythe slides back into her seat, taking a moment to regain her composure. Once the initial shock has worn off she looks at Hin again, a spark of curiosity lighting her eyes. “I have never met a changeling before.”
Upon Vera’s arrival, the elf gestures towards the figure sitting across from her. “That is Hin. As for Urtogall..” She shrugs. “He has left.”
Barburry slept remarkably well though he woke with a fair amount of drool. Using a wash basin he pours some water in from his waterskin and freshens himself up a bit. Changing into a bland pair of trousers and shirt, he throws his leather apron over his neck and ties it behind him. Scritches climbs up the firbolg to sit in an extra baggy pocket with a conveniently Scritches shaped contour. He then grabs the blank book, putting it into the satchel he carries before and heads on downstairs.
He catches the latter half of Hin's explanation to Mythe and demonstration, making last nights event make sense. He heads to the kitchen and uses some mushrooms and assorted wild root vegetables he had found on his way to the academy. Wishing now he had some eggs, he still manages to make a nice stiry fry with the spices and items available. Never start a day without a good meal if one can help it. He makes extra, though it's not an overwhelming amount of food he had carried. He dines in the kitchen and waves as Vera comes down. Only when Mythe mentions Urtogall does the firbolg realize that he was missing. Maybe his story is one Barburry will hear one day.
"I've extra food prepared if any yall like. Nothing fancy, and it's vegetarian. I plan on stocking us up so we never are in want of a meal. Despite my insecurities yesterday, I have no second guessing when it comes to cooking." He smiles a big dumb firbolg smile. "If any of you have some food preferences or allergies and care to share, I would love t he challenge of learning to make some new cuisine... seeing as I'm all worldly now." He laughs heartily at his sarcastic gibe at the end, but is genuine in his interest to cook for them. He seems much more comfortable in his skin today. His Brooch is adorned on the front of the chest pocket that Scritches is poking out of, munching on a raw mushroom.
"Oh, that smells heavenly, Barburry." She walks over to the kitchen, where Barburry is eating. She then serves herself a small portion, leaving some in case anyone else wants to eat. Countering him, she stands next to him and starts digging in. As she takes a bite, she realizes she's never had homecooked food quite this extraordinary. "This is amazing!" she remarks, taking another bite, "Absolutely exquisite. I've always wanted to learn how to cook good food myself. Could you perhaps teach me sometime?"
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
Barburry shines like the sun. "Absolutely! We'll see what provisions they have around here and how to get fresh produce and meats, then you're in for a real treat! I personally only eat fish and eggs but have no qualms for those that prefer... other meats. Most meals in my repertoire are more desserts if I am honest. Thinking of making some kringles or pies for neighboring towers to start things off well. But not before treating my new companions first, of course!" Cooking is assuredly his sensory zen kind of past time, and he is loud and happy.
(OOC: I'm going to assume one of you decides to answer the door. I'm still not used to us only have 4 people at the moment, and I was waiting for our 5th to post. Oops!)
Because I'm an evil DM -> 3
Barburry -> 1
Hin -> 2
Mythe -> 3
Vera -> 4
Hin, as you get up to answer the knocking at the door, you're greeted with a jolting "Oh!" You see a young female fire genasi. A child rather, definitely no older than 10 winters. "Hi! I - uh, I'm Lena and I'm Thal'rin's personal assistant, when I don't have schooling to attend to! He has sent me to collect you for or - ie - n - tation. So - uh, if you'd gather your things and come with me, that would be exc - excellent." She twirls around, as she does, her dress twists freely, before turning back around "Oh, I almost forgot. You all should have a book in your rooms. Please bring that with you." She then begins skipping away from your tower, leading you all to the Grand Hall. Where you meet a tall, older, loxodon gentleman. "Ah!" He expresses with a deep rumble in his voice "You are the newest recruits to the academy, I take it?" He looks over each of you, smiling as he does. He has warm, welcoming aura about him as he speaks to you. It almost feels as if you're standing next to and talking to your favorite grandfather that you haven't spoken to in years. "We can begin orientation and tours if you're all ready, but first" as he adjusts his spectacles "do you have any questions for me before we get started?"
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
Barburry grabs his personal book from his satchel and a lead stick for notes on the run. He looks up attentively, but decides to hold questions until after to avoid asking something that may be perceived as obvious.
Vera will dig into the food prepared by Barburry. After that, she will run towards her personal room hastily to collect her belongings and make herself presentable. Finally, she decides to start the orientation without expressing further concerns, and silently follows the lead of the hall master.
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Upon opening the door, Hin is pleasantly surprised. She hasn't seen a child in so long. She waits patiently until she is finished speaking, and politely replies, "It's so nice to meet you, Lena! I'm Hin, and these are my roommates, Barburry, Vera, and Mythe. Nice to meet you! I'll be right over in a second, let me just get my stuff." She turns around and rushes quickly up to her room to gather her belongings and the book on her table, as to not waste any time. As she runs, her mind is running just as fast as she remembers the joy she would get from reading to children not unlike Lena during storytime at her parent's library.
I wonder if there are any more children at the Academy. I would love to meet them all, see what kind of stories they love the most...
As she makes haste back through the staircase, through the lounge, and out the door, she comes to an abrupt stop in front of the loxodon. She takes a minute to regain her composure, listening closely to what he has to say to the group. Once he is finished, she politely raises her hands and says, "I am assuming you are our hallmaster, Thal'rin? It is so very nice to meet you. I'm Hin." As he answers any questions that others may have, she follows him and the rest of the group to the Grand Hall.
Jack, a Changeling Artificer/Bard/Cleric/Fighter/Rogue---RynnElocin's From Dusk to Dawn
Amon, a Fairy Arcane Trickster---ShieldHero_'s Fractum
I'M BACK
PFP credit goes to Mo Willems
(OOC: In the interest of allowing Vera to sneak another post in before it gets too late into the night (if she would like to) and to introduce our newest member, since they're now prepared, I'm going to push forward even though Mythe hasn't posted yet. (Please feel free to respond to my last post and this one Mythe))
"Yes, I am T -" "YAY!" The cheer from Lena interrupts the hallmaster. You all look towards Lena who is pointing at the courtyard, where you see another beam of arcane energy rocketing towards the skyline. Just like what happened when Chatters had entered through the portal. You hear, in sync with each other, both Thal'rin and Lena say "new recruits already" Thal'rin in a questioning tone and Lena in an excited tone. "Well Lena, why don't you go find Edna and meet us in the courtyard." You watch as Lena skips away "Now that that's out of the way, Yes, I'm Thal'rin. We're going to do a bit of a special orientation today. Edna and Lena will need to be here for orientation, but it seems they are going to be preoccupied with some even newer recruits than you. So, we'll do a large group orientation. Please follow me" Thal'rin begins leading you towards the courtyard where you originally met Edna. As you all approach, you see what appears to be a hobgolin standing in the courtyard, holding an invitation, staring up at the three statues that dominate the courtyard.
(OOC: Please feel free to describe your character at this time and anything they might be doing or thinking at this moment. You can refer to post #58 or the spoiler below for a description of the statues you currently see.)
Directly in front of you, you see a marble statue. It stands about 14 feet tall. It has curled hair to the shoulders, large rubies inlaid for eyes, a billowing cloak, and set of ornate robes, both gold leaf gilded around the edges. The elbows tucked into the sides, arms in front, holding a large crystal orb. You can see raw arcane power swirling around within the orb. There appears to be two more statues of equal height, the three seem to be back to back to back, creating a triangle. The next statue is of a tall, handsome human man, also made of marble, ornate robes and cloak also gold leaf gilded. You see a mess of shaggy hair on his head, large sapphires inlaid for eyes, holding a tome in one hand, and a quill in the other. He's presented in a pose as if preparing to write something into the tome. The final statue is of a female half-orc. Long dreadlocks, billowing in the same direction as her fur mantled cloak, large emeralds inlaid for eyes. Beneath the cloak, you see furs covering the majority of her body. Similarly to the other two statues, the cloak and furs are gold leaf gilded around the defined edges. She holds a chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other, in a striking position, as if to be carving something from a block of stone. All three statues appear to be mystically lit.
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Vera is a young-adult woman infused with eldritch magic that manifests itself through an energetic aura of fey presence and a living crown adorning her temples. Her dark brown strings of wavy hair are restrained with a scarlet piece of head band, her lips are full and the nose is a bit crooked with a nose piercing twinkling under broad daylight. She wears a semi-long burgundy skirt, a vintage floral corset top covers her torso. The common set of clothes had been modified during the previous night.
"Oh! It's such a heart-breaking news, we lost one of our batchmates. Trova, it must have been our fault... we couldn't make him feel at ease". She is still holding the letter left by Urtrograll along with the brooch and the brochure.
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Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer