A thunderous explosion shakes the ship, filling the air with splinters of wood. Bodies are hurled into Wildspace—and then everything stops. Wreckage hangs motionless. Reavers freeze in the middle of their attacks. Even the stars stop twinkling.
The illusion of Wildspace melts away, and you find yourselves in one of the magical chambers of the Simulations Deck, your memories slowly fitting back into place. You recall being warned that your first experience of a Wildspace simulation would be disorienting—to test your ability to function under pressure.
A hulking figure emerges from the center of the explosion: a hadozee with a missing wing flap wearing a military uniform bristling with medals. The air around her smells like cigar smoke. “As you can see,” Boatswain Tarto growls, “the battle of H’Catha didn’t go so well for Captain Sardax and her crew. But her last battle makes a good testing ground for new recruits. End simulation!”
Ivor had resumed a crouched position after diving out of the rigging’s way. His eyes shut tight and his arms around his head, he was screaming---in fact, he continued screaming even after the simulation’s end. It wasn’t until he could smell the cigar smoke that he stopped screaming and opened his eyes. He clears his throat. “Well. That was an awfully terrifying experience.” He stands up with great effort, and puts his shield and hammer on his back. Looking around at the frozen wreckage around him, he grimaces.
(ooc: Man... just before my turn!)
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Beaivi was dodging a reaver’s attack when all suddenly fell still. He stumbled and watched in disbelieve how the illusion melted away. Still trying to find his composure, he surveys the room to see how the other cadets had fared. “Did we pass the test?”
Khilos 'blinked', the nictitating membrane, sliding over and then back again. He didn't have his weapons in his hands any longer, or were they ever in his hands, he wasn't sure now. "Iss that what we have to look forwardsss to?" he asked of the crippled hadozee
"Yes," Boatswain Tarto replies. "You passed the test, although I would have liked to have seen a little more teamwork out of some of you," she says as she sizes up each of you. "That is only one of the many simulation scenarios you may experience during your time here at Spelljammer Academy. Now, let's get you new recruits situated."
You arrived this morning on Belligerence, a chartered galley out of Waterdeep, which picked up passengers and crew in the Moonshae Isles, Baldur’s Gate, Candlekeep, and Port Nyanzaru. You’ve come to seek fortune and glory at Spelljammer Academy: a secret enclave of spellcasters and swords-for-hire on the mysterious isle of Nimbral. Graduates from the academy join the Spelljammer Fleet, a magical navy sworn to protect Toril and explore worlds far beyond.
The academy is carved into a two-thousand-foot-high column of rock that juts up from the cliffs of the island’s west coast, its multiple levels connected by stairs, ramps, and magical lifts. After docking in a sea cave at the base of the column, you marched to the Simulations Deck midway up the academy spire. Your mettle has been tested, and now it’s time to settle in!
Beaivi, noting that he was the only one that was even hurt by the reavers, intends to withdraw to the Gymnasium and refresh himself in the washroom before entering the Gymnasium. He needs to practice more. "Anyone wants to spar? I'll head to the Gymnasium and do some extra rounds but a little melee experience would do me good, too. That reaver just hit me too easy." He departs for the stairs down into the Gymnasium waiting a little to see if someone wants to join him.
"Seemsss I'm off to collect the welcome package from Adminissstration." Khilos said with a toothy grin. "Hopefully it will contain sssomething to eat" he held his belly with his hands as he said the last thing, feeling it rumble beneath his scales.
Gyronimus Jawn rubs at his throat with a massive, clawed hand. He clears his throat hard and gives a gravely "aye, aye," to Boatswain Tarto. The tattooed dragonborn looks over the list and gently claps Beaivi on the back.
"You did well, Mister Beaivi. That scratch will heal up pretty. I will join you in the gymnasium later if you wish, but first I think we ought to follow Mister Khilos' example and gather everything we need, claim our bunks, and get a bite to eat."
As the party is deciding what to do, he will take the time to acknowledge what he saw done well.
"Impressive bit of magic, Miss Danirith. Well done." "That was a fine shot, Mister Xarlax." "Mister Ivor, I can honestly say you surprised me. We'll make a sailor out of you yet, you wait and see." "Mister Flash, that spell that blew the cyborg down was well timed, sir."
"Oh, right, Gyronimus, thanks," Beaivi startled. "I should get those. I just felt I still have to go such a long way to go to get ready for a real fight. I don't know where to start! Guess that list is a good starting point, though."Beaivi waits for others to go and pick up the welcome pack, impressed by Geronimus' attention to the happenings in the simulation. "I've been so lost in there, totally absorbed in trying to survive. I barely could tell friend from foe and just fought off those who attacked me."
Beaivi takes the list and salutes the Boatswain. "Thank you Sir!" Then, he goes with the others to the administration for their welcome package and a bite, excusing himself a moment for a quick refresh in the lavatories while queued.
Danirith looks at Gyronimus, trying to determine if his flattery is an attempted manipulation, but chastises herself for being so distrustful. After a moment, she simply smiles and accepts the compliment.
"Yes, I'm curious to see what these 'welcome packages' are about... lead the way - Khilos, was it?"
Flash seems a bit lost in his thoughts, but perks up on hearing his name. "Hm? Oh! Yes, thank you. I'll uh. Well, it looks like I was on the right path anyway, so I'll be heading to administration with you all. Good to have company. Anyone from anywhere interesting?"
Ivor gives Boatswain a quick salute, and takes the list with a "Thank you." He pockets the list. Glancing over at his companions, a wave of immense relief washes over him. "I surprised myself, Gyronimus." He looks down at his scruffy, calloused hands, rubbing them over one another. "Thanks, mate. You all did amazing, well done. Beavi," He turns around to face the half-elf in question, "I know what you mean, I don’t do too well in that kinda chaos either. But it worked well in the end, though, eh? An' if we've got some extra time on our hands, I'll take you up on that sparring offer. Mother of Safety knows I need it. In the meantime, I could heal up that gash quite nicely, if you'd like." He crosses over to Khilos, following him to Administration, and pats him on the back. "Thanks for havin' my back. You're a good fighter." He whips around to address the entire group, "And that goes for the lot of you. You were all incredible." Turning back around, he sighs heavily. "Now. I could use some good food. I wonder what they serve here in the Nexus."
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Okay. Flash, it's your turn.
Who's left?
Flash will fire a ray of frost at the nearest
Attack: 20 Damage: 8
Paladin - warforged - orange
As Flash's ray of frost hits, everything stops.
A thunderous explosion shakes the ship, filling the air with splinters of wood. Bodies are hurled into Wildspace—and then everything stops. Wreckage hangs motionless. Reavers freeze in the middle of their attacks. Even the stars stop twinkling.
The illusion of Wildspace melts away, and you find yourselves in one of the magical chambers of the Simulations Deck, your memories slowly fitting back into place. You recall being warned that your first experience of a Wildspace simulation would be disorienting—to test your ability to function under pressure.
A hulking figure emerges from the center of the explosion: a hadozee with a missing wing flap wearing a military uniform bristling with medals. The air around her smells like cigar smoke. “As you can see,” Boatswain Tarto growls, “the battle of H’Catha didn’t go so well for Captain Sardax and her crew. But her last battle makes a good testing ground for new recruits. End simulation!”
Ivor had resumed a crouched position after diving out of the rigging’s way. His eyes shut tight and his arms around his head, he was screaming---in fact, he continued screaming even after the simulation’s end. It wasn’t until he could smell the cigar smoke that he stopped screaming and opened his eyes. He clears his throat. “Well. That was an awfully terrifying experience.” He stands up with great effort, and puts his shield and hammer on his back. Looking around at the frozen wreckage around him, he grimaces.
(ooc: Man... just before my turn!)
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
Danirith flutters down from mid-air, rubbing her temple. "What did you do to our heads...?"
Beaivi was dodging a reaver’s attack when all suddenly fell still. He stumbled and watched in disbelieve how the illusion melted away. Still trying to find his composure, he surveys the room to see how the other cadets had fared. “Did we pass the test?”
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Khilos 'blinked', the nictitating membrane, sliding over and then back again. He didn't have his weapons in his hands any longer, or were they ever in his hands, he wasn't sure now. "Iss that what we have to look forwardsss to?" he asked of the crippled hadozee
"Yes," Boatswain Tarto replies. "You passed the test, although I would have liked to have seen a little more teamwork out of some of you," she says as she sizes up each of you. "That is only one of the many simulation scenarios you may experience during your time here at Spelljammer Academy. Now, let's get you new recruits situated."
You arrived this morning on Belligerence, a chartered galley out of Waterdeep, which picked up passengers and crew in the Moonshae Isles, Baldur’s Gate, Candlekeep, and Port Nyanzaru. You’ve come to seek fortune and glory at Spelljammer Academy: a secret enclave of spellcasters and swords-for-hire on the mysterious isle of Nimbral. Graduates from the academy join the Spelljammer Fleet, a magical navy sworn to protect Toril and explore worlds far beyond.
The academy is carved into a two-thousand-foot-high column of rock that juts up from the cliffs of the island’s west coast, its multiple levels connected by stairs, ramps, and magical lifts. After docking in a sea cave at the base of the column, you marched to the Simulations Deck midway up the academy spire. Your mettle has been tested, and now it’s time to settle in!
Flash heads for administration, looking to find out what his ship assignment might be
Paladin - warforged - orange
Beaivi, noting that he was the only one that was even hurt by the reavers, intends to withdraw to the Gymnasium and refresh himself in the washroom before entering the Gymnasium. He needs to practice more. "Anyone wants to spar? I'll head to the Gymnasium and do some extra rounds but a little melee experience would do me good, too. That reaver just hit me too easy." He departs for the stairs down into the Gymnasium waiting a little to see if someone wants to join him.
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
"Before you go anywhere," Boatswain Tarto explains, "you all have a few tasks to complete." With this, she hands each of you the following list:
At the bottom of the list is the following warning:
"Seemsss I'm off to collect the welcome package from Adminissstration." Khilos said with a toothy grin. "Hopefully it will contain sssomething to eat" he held his belly with his hands as he said the last thing, feeling it rumble beneath his scales.
Gyronimus Jawn rubs at his throat with a massive, clawed hand. He clears his throat hard and gives a gravely "aye, aye," to Boatswain Tarto. The tattooed dragonborn looks over the list and gently claps Beaivi on the back.
"You did well, Mister Beaivi. That scratch will heal up pretty. I will join you in the gymnasium later if you wish, but first I think we ought to follow Mister Khilos' example and gather everything we need, claim our bunks, and get a bite to eat."
As the party is deciding what to do, he will take the time to acknowledge what he saw done well.
"Impressive bit of magic, Miss Danirith. Well done."
"That was a fine shot, Mister Xarlax."
"Mister Ivor, I can honestly say you surprised me. We'll make a sailor out of you yet, you wait and see."
"Mister Flash, that spell that blew the cyborg down was well timed, sir."
“Yes, perhaps we can go through these together. Shall we start with our welcome packs?”
The Dragonborn stows his bow, recovers his spent arrows and relaxes a bit.
"Oh, right, Gyronimus, thanks," Beaivi startled. "I should get those. I just felt I still have to go such a long way to go to get ready for a real fight. I don't know where to start! Guess that list is a good starting point, though." Beaivi waits for others to go and pick up the welcome pack, impressed by Geronimus' attention to the happenings in the simulation. "I've been so lost in there, totally absorbed in trying to survive. I barely could tell friend from foe and just fought off those who attacked me."
Beaivi takes the list and salutes the Boatswain. "Thank you Sir!" Then, he goes with the others to the administration for their welcome package and a bite, excusing himself a moment for a quick refresh in the lavatories while queued.
|| Tryncaryn - Halfling Monk/Wizard - Dragon of Icespire Peak || Berry - Fairy Barbarian - Deathworld: Lost Mine of Phandelver || Taya - Mysterious Fighter - Echoes of Empire || Myrla Stardust - Wood Elf Rogue - After the Fall ||
Khilos stopped as he realized others might be joining him, turning about on his heels, "You are all welcome to join me, happy to have the company"
Danirith looks at Gyronimus, trying to determine if his flattery is an attempted manipulation, but chastises herself for being so distrustful. After a moment, she simply smiles and accepts the compliment.
"Yes, I'm curious to see what these 'welcome packages' are about... lead the way - Khilos, was it?"
Flash seems a bit lost in his thoughts, but perks up on hearing his name. "Hm? Oh! Yes, thank you. I'll uh. Well, it looks like I was on the right path anyway, so I'll be heading to administration with you all. Good to have company. Anyone from anywhere interesting?"
Paladin - warforged - orange
Ivor gives Boatswain a quick salute, and takes the list with a "Thank you." He pockets the list. Glancing over at his companions, a wave of immense relief washes over him. "I surprised myself, Gyronimus." He looks down at his scruffy, calloused hands, rubbing them over one another. "Thanks, mate. You all did amazing, well done. Beavi," He turns around to face the half-elf in question, "I know what you mean, I don’t do too well in that kinda chaos either. But it worked well in the end, though, eh? An' if we've got some extra time on our hands, I'll take you up on that sparring offer. Mother of Safety knows I need it. In the meantime, I could heal up that gash quite nicely, if you'd like." He crosses over to Khilos, following him to Administration, and pats him on the back. "Thanks for havin' my back. You're a good fighter." He whips around to address the entire group, "And that goes for the lot of you. You were all incredible." Turning back around, he sighs heavily. "Now. I could use some good food. I wonder what they serve here in the Nexus."
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