OOC -> (OOC:) This should always be at the bottom of my posts, though sometimes there will be one at the top. Character names -> Mythe NPC chatter -> "My name is Kaelen, what's yours?" NPC thoughts -> "What a wonderful meal." My NPCs won't have inner thoughts often (typically my NPC inner thoughts is used for telepathy). I do however wish for your characters to have inner thoughts, so that I can better appeal to you and write a better story as we go. If there is a spoiler with a player character's name above it, that spoiler is information specifically for said character. If you read it and it's not your character's name, you're only ruining the fun for yourself. If there is a spoiler with a skill and number above it (typically only applies to passive perception) if your skill reaches or succeeds it, that spoiler contains information for you. Information in spoilers, you are free to share with the group. Either OOC tell them they may open your spoiler and read it, or share the information organically through roleplaying.
Last night was a varying degree of fun for each of you. For different reasons. You all got to socialize with other students that you don't normally see. Hulrus, there wasn't any ale that meet your dwarven fancy, but there was plenty of wonderfully strong high elf clear liquors. Aodh, you played cards, and there were many attempts at sleight of hand, with and without magic assistance. And those were just the ones you caught. Eventually you met a dwarf by the name of Hulrus and spent some time socializing with him. Mythe, you spent the evening surrounded by your normal group of noble ladies. Kaelen, you visited, but knowing you had classes at the wee hours of the morning, you said your congratulations, and found an escape from the party. Twigmund, you made your way into the party and spent some time wandering around. Right as you were about to leave, you got pulled into conversation by Nalista Sai, a dark purple skinned tiefling who you know from your transmutation classes, and her group of friends. Hin, you spent your time traversing throughout the party.
Eventually you all made your way back to your towers for rest. Before you knew it, it was early morning. Who has a big party like that on a Yeren? Those of you who stayed late drinking and having a good time; you're now dragging you feet as you wake and make your way to your classes. You spend your early day in your classes, studying, taking notes, and practicing your spells.
Twigmund & Aodh
How well do your two characters know each other? You're both transmutation wizards, so the two of you share a lot of classes together. Especially your specialty classes. Time to decide!
As you get into mid noon, and classes are over, you all begin making your way to your towers to drop off any supplies you carry, before carrying on with your typical evening activities on campus. Mythe and Hin, Your tower has been rather lonely since the rest of your towermates have left the academy, or transferred to a different tower. However, as you enter your tower you find all of your belongings piled in separate piles in the commons room. You also notice several other piles of belongings that you don't recognize. Hulrus, Kaelen, Twigmund, and Aodh, the four of you head to your own towers. As each of you approach where your tower is located, it begins to appear in front of you and you enter as normal. The difference this time is, Hulrus, as you enter, you notice two figures standing in the commons area of your tower. Kaelen, you enter your tower and notice three figures standing in the ground floor. Twigmund, there are four figures standing in your tower that you do not recognize. Lastly, Aodh, you enter your tower and find five figures in your tower. One of which you recognize; Twigmund from your specialty classes. Looking around, each of you notice a pile of your belongings on the ground floor of this tower.
Everyone (explanation of the tower)
The towers are magical. The interior of the towers are a demiplane of their own. It allows the limited area of the tower grounds to house an unlimited amount of students and faculty. As you approach the towers, if your brooch is visible, when you attempt to open the door of the tower, you will walk into your specific tower. The first floor of the tower contains a kitchen, a library nook, a commons area, and a study, all in an open floor plan. Each additional floor of the tower contains three bedrooms and one bathroom. Because there are 6 of you, the two is three stories high. The towers are magical and you can find all kinds of common cooking ingredients so you can cook meals as they wish. You also have access to common books and study material in the library nook. However, for specialty materials, you need to visit your specific hall's library. Anything created by the tower poofs out of existence if you attempt to take it out of the tower.
It's been a grueling day, especially for those who overdid it last night, and now the 6 of you are standing on the ground floor of a tower together. Most of you likely not knowing each other.
(OOC: Everyone please take this time to introduce your characters to each other and describe what they look like. Claim your room within the tower. Welcome to A Graduation to be Remembered!)
"Yeah, I know, Calo. You're hungry. I'll get you something to eat when I put my stuff down," Hin says to the tiny octopus in his hand, pushing open the door to the shared tower with his hip. "I could get you some... what in the world?" His face scrunches up in confusion as he walks into the common room. Brushing the brown and white curls out of his eyes, he walks up to the pile of his belongings in the middle of the floor.
Hin appears to be a half-elf of average height, a mop of brown curls atop his head. A single white-hot curl of hair bolts down the side of his head. His skin is of a warm, olive tone, freckles speckled across his face and arms.
"Okay. Who did this, and who are you all?" He squints his eyes at each of the others, except for his good friend Mythe, whom he already knows. A small dot of red jumps down from his hand and into the pile of his belongings. It squeaks and squabbles the whole way down. Hin wastes no time, brown eyes scanning for where his familiar might be. Eventually, he gives up and starts rummaging through his stuff to find it. "Dang, they even took down my posters? All my books are here, too." He starts sorting through his stuff methodically, sitting crosslegged. His green cloak is bunched up in a crumple next to the books that are now starting to pile high on the floor. "I don't think I've met too many of you, but I'm Hin." Shifting in place, he adjusts his linen shirt, which the collar had begun to ride up on his neck. Other than his shirt and cloak, he's wearing a pair of brown, skinny, high-waisted pants that his shirt was tucked into. Black cuban heels make it clear that today, he was feeling a fair bit fancy, which is in direct contrast to the sleepy, sloggy mess that came into the tavern earlier in the wee hours of the morning after the party. His spellbook is attached to his hip, and a silvery rod is secured on top of the spine of his spellbook. "I'm assuming the other piles are each of yours?"
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Kaelen walks into the common room, his violet eyes scanning the area with keen observation. He is a half-elf with shoulder-length black hair and a beard, wearing a black and purple outfit that consists of a long-sleeved tunic with a high collar, black pants that are tucked into black boots, and a purple belt. The tunic has intricate silver embroidery around the collar and cuffs, and the belt is decorated with silver filigree. The sleeves of the tunic are loose and flowy, ending in tight cuffs. The fabric of the tunic is soft and slightly iridescent, catching the light in a subtle way. Overall, Kaelen's outfit is stylish yet functional, with a touch of elegance that suggests he takes pride in his appearance. As he enters, a small floating purple crystal, Kaelen's arcane focus, follows him in and hovers near his hand.
As he takes in the scene before him, he notices Hin and Hin's familiar, a tiny octopus.
Kaelen strides over to Hin and introduces himself. "I'm Kaelen, a pleasure to meet you."He says as his violet eyes scan the pile of belongings in the center of the room, trying to identify where his own things might be. He just walks over and grabs the pile
Aodh is there, sorting his pile with vague interest, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor. "Good morning sir," says Aodh, "It wasn't me, I appear to be in the same predicament myself." He's so tired keeping his eyes open it looks like he's lifting fishing weights with his eyelashes. "I'm Aodh by the way, I don't believe I've previously made your acquaintance."
Aodh appears to be a human of a height slightly above average. He has rich dark brown hair that falls to his shoulder, a thick moustache, and a renaissance style goatee. His eyes are a sparkling brown so dark they're nearly black. He has fair and unblemished skin, but his hands are perpetually covered in ink stains and graphite. He wears a white canvas shirt with a ruffled collar and pants that grow baggy around the calves before cinching tight around his ankles. Simple, comfortable leather shoes belie he is not feeling fancy on this particular day. A simple silver signet ring sparkles from his left ring finger. His wide sleeves (pulled up to his elbows and folded in) sag with the weights of a wand and what the discerning eye can divine is a dagger, respectively. His spellbook is slung on a leather strap at his side like a satchel. His belongings seem to be comprised mainly of fine and only slightly less fine clothing. "Bodykins..." he mutters beneath his 'stache "It'll take days to get all these wrinkles ironed out."
"Nice to meet you both," Hin tosses over his shoulder, throwing his clothes into a separate crumple next to his cloak. "If it wasn't the three of us, I doubt it would be a stretch to say that anyone else here is also not at fault. Would you have even the faintest idea of who else would do this, or why?" Hin graciously accepts Kaelen's offer. And apparently so does Calo, the tiny red octopus no larger than a penny, as it crawls onto Kaelen's boots with a bubbly chirp. Hin's belongings include clothes for a wide range of occasions, books, and a lot more notebooks than would be considered normal. And a large chest to put most of their belongings into.
Once they're done, Hin returns the favor by offering to sort through and organize Kaelen's belongins.
"I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest," says Aodh, carefully folding his clothing and rummaging through the pile for his books, jewelry, and a few other odd knickknacks.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Twigmund Moss is a hungover human, somewhere in his early twenties, with tousled blonde hair and dark eyebrows. He wears a simple blue vest with a high collar over a simple white shirt. A plum-colored alchemist's scarf wraps round his neck (Aodh knows he uses it to cover his nose and mouth during experiments). Plain work trousers, patches on the knees, and shabby steel-toed boots nearly complete his look. The only fancy items on him are his ornate spellbook secured by iron clasps to his belt and his elaborate components pouch, optimized for quick access.
What's all this now?
Twigmund was about to go upstairs to his old room when his hungover mind caught up to his new situation. He squints through a headache at the unexpected scene of strangers in the common room. He inspects his school brooch. Yes, that was his name. He notices his meager pile of possessions next to the fellow from his specialty classes. What was his name? Adoh? No, no Aodh. That was it.
He quietly bundles his belongings into his backpack and heaves it onto his back. He sways unsteadily, but manages to remain vertical.
"Hullo everyone," he says weakly. "I'm Twigmund. Studying transmutational magics. Good stuff. Learning loads. If you'll excuse me, I need a short rest and a strong cup of tea, though maybe not in that order. Anyone mind if I take a top-floor room? Makes me feel claustrophobic to be squished between floors. Know what I mean?"
Without another word, he staggers up to the third floor and claims an unoccupied room. He leaves his backpack there and staggers back down to the kitchen, where he sets to brewing a strong, strong cup of tea. As the kettle comes to a boil, Twigmund glances round and offers to make a cup for anyone else who may want one. Taking his own cup, he slumps in a comfy chair in the common room and continues to blink away the haze of the last few hours. He appears groggy, but approachable for now.
As Hulrus enters what he presumes to be his tower, his eyes go wide with frustrated surprise. He suspiciously eyes the unfamiliar elf and half-elf standing in the common room, taking note of their initiate-level brooches. After he enters, a bat flutters in through the door, though whether the creature is a familiar or merely expertly misplaced is unclear.
Hulrus is, unabashedly, a dwarf. His brown beard is long, though the top of his head is clean-shaven. His voice is deep and gravelly, like... well, gravel. He is clad in simple attire, and while he holds no visible spellbook, a bound set of relatively large stone slabs is held in a specially-made holster at his waist, along with a set of tools that could be for masonry. It almost looks like he got lost on his way to work, though one would have to be very lost indeed to accidentally stumble into the Thearrothen Academy.
"Alright, what's going on here? Either of you here for a reason, or did some kid think it'd be funny to swap people's brooches again? And who put all this stuff on the floor? My stuff?!" He begins to go to the pile of his belongings when the door opens and yet another stranger, a half-elf in what Hulrus estimates to be a far-too-over-the-top purple outfit, enters the room. Hulrus clocks his initiate brooch and the fact that he doesn't seem to have much more a clue than anybody else. "By Sezira's hammer, what the hell is this?"
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Mythe enters the tower behind Hin, her mind still turning over today's lessons. Had she missed anything? She needed to ensure she was top of her class, else what would her family think?
Upon entering the building and seeing her belongings heaped in a pile on the ground her eyes widen, and she rushes over to the stack of possessions. "Have they no idea how much gold these items are worth? To heap them on the ground so thoughtlessly-!" She reaches in and picks up an ornate jewellery box, cradling it against her chest as if it were a precious child.
The door opens and she whirls around, still grasping the box tightly. Her eyes narrow as students she doesn't recognize file into the room, frown deepening at the arrival of each new person.
Her icy blonde hair is braided out of her face, crowning the top of her head in a circlet before being left to fall down her back in perfect waves. A few stray pieces are left to frame her face, curling around long, pointed ears and complimenting her unblemished, fair skin. Slender and elegant facial features are only highlighted by the elf's unusual eyes, one a deep golden, the other a shimmering silver, both shining with the sharp, cutting beauty of polished gemstones. She wears an elegant white blouse adorned with a hint of lace under a long navy blue skirt that matches the ribbon that adorns her pale hair. The outfit itself is simple enough, but it’s textiles are rich and luxurious enough to mark her as noticeably wealthy, as is the jewellery she wears with it.
She moves to stand next to Hin, he being a comforting presence in this room of strangers, despite his strange cephalopod companion. Her expression softens slightly at the strangers' polite introductions, but her eyes remain cold, frozen in their contempt. "Mytheaian, heir to the house of Kaethius. I suppose you may call me Mythe. Everyone else does." Her introduction is curt, but surprisingly not hostile. "I presume you are our new roommates? I assumed it was only a matter of time until the academy threw Hin and I in with a new group." She looks at her pile of belongings discarded so forlornly on the floor. "Still, they did not have to be so discourteous about it."
While Twigmund is stumbling back down the spiraling stairs from the top floor where he claimed a room. The rest of you that are digging through your personal piles of possessions, find that everything you've purchased since arriving and everything you had on you when you arrived is currently here, save your belongings you had on you for classes today. Nothing is missing. You also notice the tower is rearranged to exactly how it was on all of your very first days arriving. All those rearrangements you've made to things in the tower, be it moving your basket of fruit from one counter to another or rearranging the order of books on the bookshelf have reverted. It feels as if the academy has dumped all of you into a new tower together. And you know what that means, for the time being you are towermates. Whether you like it or not, the academy has stuck you together and you all remember very vividly what Towermaster Edna said on your very first day here "you will be housed together, you will study together, you will attend your general classes together, and you should always know where each other are while on academy grounds. I sure hope that works for you or else this will be a grueling and painful experience for you. Should you choose you can't handle that, you shall be expelled and never allowed to return."
Aodh, Twigmund, Hulrus, & Kaelen
There will likely be some things that only Hin and Mythe will understand, because they have been here since 'The Loreweaver's Sanctuary' my first adventure that took place at the Thearrothen Academy. When those things come up, I'll be sure to include a spoiler like this one to try and bring you up to date. Towermaster Edna Silentstep is an elderly halfling, who is in charge of the tower grounds. Your characters would have met her instantly upon entering the academy. She is the one who welcomed you to the academy, gave you your Thearrothen Academy Initiate Brooch, and showed you to your own towers. You would have had towermates, but since you've been lumped into this new group it's safe to assume your previous towermates for one reason or another have left the academy and are no longer students here.
(OOC: It's is midday, and you are out of class for the day. Today will pretty much be do any RP or anything you'd like then go to bed.)
Kaelen listens to Aodh talk, and as he mentions getting the wrinkles out “Pleasure to meet you Aodh. You could probably use prestidigitation if you know it, or know someone who does, to get those out for you.”
Kaelen just reaches down picking up a bag filled with books thanking the others for their help with the few that fell out. As Twigmund walks in mentioning his choice for picking the room he just adds “I don’t mind. If this tower has a study, I would like to take a room near it. I tend to lose time while reading and studying so it makes it easier to get more sleep in that room.”
As he finishes and Hin and Mythe walk in Kaelen just keeps quiet as the two speak. When Mythe makes here presumption he just responds with “It would appear we are..." He stops speaking as the Towermaster begins to talk “Well that also confirms it…” He says in response and then completes his other train of thought off what Mythe had said “What happened that you would assume that they would give you new roommates?”
Twigmund raises a weak hand of welcome to Hulrus and then to his aching head as he sets up the kettle in the kitchen.
"Not so loudly, please. We're all in the same cauldron. Must be a mixup with the tower magics... or something. Who knows. Perhaps we should pay a visit to Towermaster Edna before supper. For the moment, I plan to drink this tea, take a nap, and then investigate. Would you all like to go together? They may require our brooches."
He winces through Mythe's justifiable complaint and looks at the bothered faces of his fellow students. He looks to the bubbling kettle, to his one cup, and up to some teacups on a convenient shelf. He looks back to the group.
"We used to have old towermates, but they all left at one point or another." Hin shakes his head, looking a little bittersweet. "I miss Barburry and Scritches, Vera, and the others," he sighs. "We were the only two that stayed, and the towers are a bit big for just two people." He gestures to himself, then to Mythe, then to the tower around them as he speaks. "It makes sense that they moved us. A little advance notice would have been thoughtful." He stands up, dusting himself off. "Now, if no one else minds, I'll take one of the other two rooms on the top floor." He begins by picking up as many of his belongings as he can, employing the help of a disembodied hand to carry a bit more. Making his way up the stairs as slowly as he can, he leans over to listen for any signs of protest. If there are none, he'll carry the rest of his items up and return to the main floor. "Tea sounds wonderful, thank you. Mythe, would you like help carrying your things up to your room?"
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Kaelen just looks at Twigmund "I am going to vote no on that option. She made it clear that there was no mix-up and no negotiation, the only option is expulsion if we disagree with it. So I say we just take the day to get adjusted and get to know each other. I won't lose my chance to study here over something as small as this. Excuse me for a moment as I go claim my room I guess."
With that Kaelen just picks up his bag and begins to walk up the stairs looking for the room that is closes to the stairs so it isn't to far of a walk from the study. He walks in and plops the bag onto his bed and let's out a sigh "I'll fix up my room later."He'll just grab his spell-book from the bag and attach it to his belt dangling from the left side. Reaching back into his bag he pulls out a book on the history of graviturgy and just make his way back to the common area reading as he walks. When he comes back he will just sit in an available chair and wait to see what the others wish to do.
Hin looks over at Kaelen with great interest. "What are you reading? That books looks interesting." He sits down on a nearby chair. Calo climbs up the leg and back of the chair, jumping onto the table and settling down in a squishy heap. "I hope you don't mind it if we sit here."
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Kaelen just nods as he shifts to make more room "Not at all, it's your tower just as much as mine. I'm reading a book around graviturgy right now, I like to keep fresh on fundamentals and try to read this once a month or so."he keeps his face in the book as he talks "So what do you study here?"
"Graviturgy? Sounds interesting." He props his chin up on his palm. "I'm a scribe mage, studying with Professor Mazhulli'maameq'zall'lulath. Who do you study with?"
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"It's just the manipulation of gravitational forces. I like it because you need to understand a lot about the world around us to be efficient in it, Professor Krilkelaar teaches those of us who specialized in it."he just keeps reading as they talk "Why did you decided on being a scribe mage?"
"My parents worked as scribes as well. I want to get closer to them." Suddenly seeming a little bashful, Hin leans a bit more into his palm. "And you? What drew you to Graviturgy magic?"
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Upon hearing Mythe's noble introduction, Aodh's posture seems to visibly improve. He stands, dusts himself off, and gives a sweeping bow so low his hair is inches from brushing the hardwood floor, with one hand over his midriff and his other arm extended behind him. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mytheaian of Kaethius." He rights himself, straightening the hem of his shirt. "I concur, the discourtesy does seem to be rather atypical. Perhaps there is some further explanation, odd circumstances perhaps."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Simple background
World: Weskeilia
Continent: Aelira
Kingdom: Amithia Kingdom
Location: The Thearrothen Academy, Thearrothen Isles
Date: Cyndell 30th, 1419 U4
My posting key
OOC -> (OOC:) This should always be at the bottom of my posts, though sometimes there will be one at the top.
Character names -> Mythe
NPC chatter -> "My name is Kaelen, what's yours?"
NPC thoughts -> "What a wonderful meal."
My NPCs won't have inner thoughts often (typically my NPC inner thoughts is used for telepathy). I do however wish for your characters to have inner thoughts, so that I can better appeal to you and write a better story as we go.
If there is a spoiler with a player character's name above it, that spoiler is information specifically for said character. If you read it and it's not your character's name, you're only ruining the fun for yourself.
If there is a spoiler with a skill and number above it (typically only applies to passive perception) if your skill reaches or succeeds it, that spoiler contains information for you.
Information in spoilers, you are free to share with the group. Either OOC tell them they may open your spoiler and read it, or share the information organically through roleplaying.
Last night was a varying degree of fun for each of you. For different reasons. You all got to socialize with other students that you don't normally see. Hulrus, there wasn't any ale that meet your dwarven fancy, but there was plenty of wonderfully strong high elf clear liquors. Aodh, you played cards, and there were many attempts at sleight of hand, with and without magic assistance. And those were just the ones you caught. Eventually you met a dwarf by the name of Hulrus and spent some time socializing with him. Mythe, you spent the evening surrounded by your normal group of noble ladies. Kaelen, you visited, but knowing you had classes at the wee hours of the morning, you said your congratulations, and found an escape from the party. Twigmund, you made your way into the party and spent some time wandering around. Right as you were about to leave, you got pulled into conversation by Nalista Sai, a dark purple skinned tiefling who you know from your transmutation classes, and her group of friends. Hin, you spent your time traversing throughout the party.
Eventually you all made your way back to your towers for rest. Before you knew it, it was early morning. Who has a big party like that on a Yeren? Those of you who stayed late drinking and having a good time; you're now dragging you feet as you wake and make your way to your classes. You spend your early day in your classes, studying, taking notes, and practicing your spells.
Twigmund & Aodh
How well do your two characters know each other? You're both transmutation wizards, so the two of you share a lot of classes together. Especially your specialty classes. Time to decide!
As you get into mid noon, and classes are over, you all begin making your way to your towers to drop off any supplies you carry, before carrying on with your typical evening activities on campus. Mythe and Hin, Your tower has been rather lonely since the rest of your towermates have left the academy, or transferred to a different tower. However, as you enter your tower you find all of your belongings piled in separate piles in the commons room. You also notice several other piles of belongings that you don't recognize. Hulrus, Kaelen, Twigmund, and Aodh, the four of you head to your own towers. As each of you approach where your tower is located, it begins to appear in front of you and you enter as normal. The difference this time is, Hulrus, as you enter, you notice two figures standing in the commons area of your tower. Kaelen, you enter your tower and notice three figures standing in the ground floor. Twigmund, there are four figures standing in your tower that you do not recognize. Lastly, Aodh, you enter your tower and find five figures in your tower. One of which you recognize; Twigmund from your specialty classes. Looking around, each of you notice a pile of your belongings on the ground floor of this tower.
Everyone (explanation of the tower)
The towers are magical. The interior of the towers are a demiplane of their own. It allows the limited area of the tower grounds to house an unlimited amount of students and faculty. As you approach the towers, if your brooch is visible, when you attempt to open the door of the tower, you will walk into your specific tower. The first floor of the tower contains a kitchen, a library nook, a commons area, and a study, all in an open floor plan. Each additional floor of the tower contains three bedrooms and one bathroom. Because there are 6 of you, the two is three stories high. The towers are magical and you can find all kinds of common cooking ingredients so you can cook meals as they wish. You also have access to common books and study material in the library nook. However, for specialty materials, you need to visit your specific hall's library. Anything created by the tower poofs out of existence if you attempt to take it out of the tower.
It's been a grueling day, especially for those who overdid it last night, and now the 6 of you are standing on the ground floor of a tower together. Most of you likely not knowing each other.
(OOC: Everyone please take this time to introduce your characters to each other and describe what they look like. Claim your room within the tower. Welcome to A Graduation to be Remembered!)
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
"Yeah, I know, Calo. You're hungry. I'll get you something to eat when I put my stuff down," Hin says to the tiny octopus in his hand, pushing open the door to the shared tower with his hip. "I could get you some... what in the world?" His face scrunches up in confusion as he walks into the common room. Brushing the brown and white curls out of his eyes, he walks up to the pile of his belongings in the middle of the floor.
Hin appears to be a half-elf of average height, a mop of brown curls atop his head. A single white-hot curl of hair bolts down the side of his head. His skin is of a warm, olive tone, freckles speckled across his face and arms.
"Okay. Who did this, and who are you all?" He squints his eyes at each of the others, except for his good friend Mythe, whom he already knows. A small dot of red jumps down from his hand and into the pile of his belongings. It squeaks and squabbles the whole way down. Hin wastes no time, brown eyes scanning for where his familiar might be. Eventually, he gives up and starts rummaging through his stuff to find it. "Dang, they even took down my posters? All my books are here, too." He starts sorting through his stuff methodically, sitting crosslegged. His green cloak is bunched up in a crumple next to the books that are now starting to pile high on the floor. "I don't think I've met too many of you, but I'm Hin." Shifting in place, he adjusts his linen shirt, which the collar had begun to ride up on his neck. Other than his shirt and cloak, he's wearing a pair of brown, skinny, high-waisted pants that his shirt was tucked into. Black cuban heels make it clear that today, he was feeling a fair bit fancy, which is in direct contrast to the sleepy, sloggy mess that came into the tavern earlier in the wee hours of the morning after the party. His spellbook is attached to his hip, and a silvery rod is secured on top of the spine of his spellbook. "I'm assuming the other piles are each of yours?"
Kaelen walks into the common room, his violet eyes scanning the area with keen observation. He is a half-elf with shoulder-length black hair and a beard, wearing a black and purple outfit that consists of a long-sleeved tunic with a high collar, black pants that are tucked into black boots, and a purple belt. The tunic has intricate silver embroidery around the collar and cuffs, and the belt is decorated with silver filigree. The sleeves of the tunic are loose and flowy, ending in tight cuffs. The fabric of the tunic is soft and slightly iridescent, catching the light in a subtle way. Overall, Kaelen's outfit is stylish yet functional, with a touch of elegance that suggests he takes pride in his appearance. As he enters, a small floating purple crystal, Kaelen's arcane focus, follows him in and hovers near his hand.
As he takes in the scene before him, he notices Hin and Hin's familiar, a tiny octopus.
Kaelen strides over to Hin and introduces himself. "I'm Kaelen, a pleasure to meet you." He says as his violet eyes scan the pile of belongings in the center of the room, trying to identify where his own things might be. He just walks over and grabs the pile
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Aodh is there, sorting his pile with vague interest, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor. "Good morning sir," says Aodh, "It wasn't me, I appear to be in the same predicament myself." He's so tired keeping his eyes open it looks like he's lifting fishing weights with his eyelashes. "I'm Aodh by the way, I don't believe I've previously made your acquaintance."
Aodh appears to be a human of a height slightly above average. He has rich dark brown hair that falls to his shoulder, a thick moustache, and a renaissance style goatee. His eyes are a sparkling brown so dark they're nearly black. He has fair and unblemished skin, but his hands are perpetually covered in ink stains and graphite. He wears a white canvas shirt with a ruffled collar and pants that grow baggy around the calves before cinching tight around his ankles. Simple, comfortable leather shoes belie he is not feeling fancy on this particular day. A simple silver signet ring sparkles from his left ring finger. His wide sleeves (pulled up to his elbows and folded in) sag with the weights of a wand and what the discerning eye can divine is a dagger, respectively. His spellbook is slung on a leather strap at his side like a satchel. His belongings seem to be comprised mainly of fine and only slightly less fine clothing. "Bodykins..." he mutters beneath his 'stache "It'll take days to get all these wrinkles ironed out."
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I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Nice to meet you both," Hin tosses over his shoulder, throwing his clothes into a separate crumple next to his cloak. "If it wasn't the three of us, I doubt it would be a stretch to say that anyone else here is also not at fault. Would you have even the faintest idea of who else would do this, or why?" Hin graciously accepts Kaelen's offer. And apparently so does Calo, the tiny red octopus no larger than a penny, as it crawls onto Kaelen's boots with a bubbly chirp. Hin's belongings include clothes for a wide range of occasions, books, and a lot more notebooks than would be considered normal. And a large chest to put most of their belongings into.
Once they're done, Hin returns the favor by offering to sort through and organize Kaelen's belongins.
"I'm afraid I haven't the foggiest," says Aodh, carefully folding his clothing and rummaging through the pile for his books, jewelry, and a few other odd knickknacks.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Twigmund Moss is a hungover human, somewhere in his early twenties, with tousled blonde hair and dark eyebrows. He wears a simple blue vest with a high collar over a simple white shirt. A plum-colored alchemist's scarf wraps round his neck (Aodh knows he uses it to cover his nose and mouth during experiments). Plain work trousers, patches on the knees, and shabby steel-toed boots nearly complete his look. The only fancy items on him are his ornate spellbook secured by iron clasps to his belt and his elaborate components pouch, optimized for quick access.
What's all this now?
Twigmund was about to go upstairs to his old room when his hungover mind caught up to his new situation. He squints through a headache at the unexpected scene of strangers in the common room. He inspects his school brooch. Yes, that was his name. He notices his meager pile of possessions next to the fellow from his specialty classes. What was his name? Adoh? No, no Aodh. That was it.
He quietly bundles his belongings into his backpack and heaves it onto his back. He sways unsteadily, but manages to remain vertical.
"Hullo everyone," he says weakly. "I'm Twigmund. Studying transmutational magics. Good stuff. Learning loads. If you'll excuse me, I need a short rest and a strong cup of tea, though maybe not in that order. Anyone mind if I take a top-floor room? Makes me feel claustrophobic to be squished between floors. Know what I mean?"
Without another word, he staggers up to the third floor and claims an unoccupied room. He leaves his backpack there and staggers back down to the kitchen, where he sets to brewing a strong, strong cup of tea. As the kettle comes to a boil, Twigmund glances round and offers to make a cup for anyone else who may want one. Taking his own cup, he slumps in a comfy chair in the common room and continues to blink away the haze of the last few hours. He appears groggy, but approachable for now.
As Hulrus enters what he presumes to be his tower, his eyes go wide with frustrated surprise. He suspiciously eyes the unfamiliar elf and half-elf standing in the common room, taking note of their initiate-level brooches. After he enters, a bat flutters in through the door, though whether the creature is a familiar or merely expertly misplaced is unclear.
Hulrus is, unabashedly, a dwarf. His brown beard is long, though the top of his head is clean-shaven. His voice is deep and gravelly, like... well, gravel. He is clad in simple attire, and while he holds no visible spellbook, a bound set of relatively large stone slabs is held in a specially-made holster at his waist, along with a set of tools that could be for masonry. It almost looks like he got lost on his way to work, though one would have to be very lost indeed to accidentally stumble into the Thearrothen Academy.
"Alright, what's going on here? Either of you here for a reason, or did some kid think it'd be funny to swap people's brooches again? And who put all this stuff on the floor? My stuff?!" He begins to go to the pile of his belongings when the door opens and yet another stranger, a half-elf in what Hulrus estimates to be a far-too-over-the-top purple outfit, enters the room. Hulrus clocks his initiate brooch and the fact that he doesn't seem to have much more a clue than anybody else. "By Sezira's hammer, what the hell is this?"
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Mythe enters the tower behind Hin, her mind still turning over today's lessons. Had she missed anything? She needed to ensure she was top of her class, else what would her family think?
Upon entering the building and seeing her belongings heaped in a pile on the ground her eyes widen, and she rushes over to the stack of possessions. "Have they no idea how much gold these items are worth? To heap them on the ground so thoughtlessly-!" She reaches in and picks up an ornate jewellery box, cradling it against her chest as if it were a precious child.
The door opens and she whirls around, still grasping the box tightly. Her eyes narrow as students she doesn't recognize file into the room, frown deepening at the arrival of each new person.
Her icy blonde hair is braided out of her face, crowning the top of her head in a circlet before being left to fall down her back in perfect waves. A few stray pieces are left to frame her face, curling around long, pointed ears and complimenting her unblemished, fair skin. Slender and elegant facial features are only highlighted by the elf's unusual eyes, one a deep golden, the other a shimmering silver, both shining with the sharp, cutting beauty of polished gemstones. She wears an elegant white blouse adorned with a hint of lace under a long navy blue skirt that matches the ribbon that adorns her pale hair. The outfit itself is simple enough, but it’s textiles are rich and luxurious enough to mark her as noticeably wealthy, as is the jewellery she wears with it.
She moves to stand next to Hin, he being a comforting presence in this room of strangers, despite his strange cephalopod companion. Her expression softens slightly at the strangers' polite introductions, but her eyes remain cold, frozen in their contempt. "Mytheaian, heir to the house of Kaethius. I suppose you may call me Mythe. Everyone else does." Her introduction is curt, but surprisingly not hostile. "I presume you are our new roommates? I assumed it was only a matter of time until the academy threw Hin and I in with a new group." She looks at her pile of belongings discarded so forlornly on the floor. "Still, they did not have to be so discourteous about it."
While Twigmund is stumbling back down the spiraling stairs from the top floor where he claimed a room. The rest of you that are digging through your personal piles of possessions, find that everything you've purchased since arriving and everything you had on you when you arrived is currently here, save your belongings you had on you for classes today. Nothing is missing. You also notice the tower is rearranged to exactly how it was on all of your very first days arriving. All those rearrangements you've made to things in the tower, be it moving your basket of fruit from one counter to another or rearranging the order of books on the bookshelf have reverted. It feels as if the academy has dumped all of you into a new tower together. And you know what that means, for the time being you are towermates. Whether you like it or not, the academy has stuck you together and you all remember very vividly what Towermaster Edna said on your very first day here "you will be housed together, you will study together, you will attend your general classes together, and you should always know where each other are while on academy grounds. I sure hope that works for you or else this will be a grueling and painful experience for you. Should you choose you can't handle that, you shall be expelled and never allowed to return."
Aodh, Twigmund, Hulrus, & Kaelen
There will likely be some things that only Hin and Mythe will understand, because they have been here since 'The Loreweaver's Sanctuary' my first adventure that took place at the Thearrothen Academy. When those things come up, I'll be sure to include a spoiler like this one to try and bring you up to date. Towermaster Edna Silentstep is an elderly halfling, who is in charge of the tower grounds. Your characters would have met her instantly upon entering the academy. She is the one who welcomed you to the academy, gave you your Thearrothen Academy Initiate Brooch, and showed you to your own towers. You would have had towermates, but since you've been lumped into this new group it's safe to assume your previous towermates for one reason or another have left the academy and are no longer students here.
(OOC: It's is midday, and you are out of class for the day. Today will pretty much be do any RP or anything you'd like then go to bed.)
A Graduation to be Remembered | A Village Bathed in Crimson
Kaelen listens to Aodh talk, and as he mentions getting the wrinkles out “Pleasure to meet you Aodh. You could probably use prestidigitation if you know it, or know someone who does, to get those out for you.”
Kaelen just reaches down picking up a bag filled with books thanking the others for their help with the few that fell out. As Twigmund walks in mentioning his choice for picking the room he just adds “I don’t mind. If this tower has a study, I would like to take a room near it. I tend to lose time while reading and studying so it makes it easier to get more sleep in that room.”
As he finishes and Hin and Mythe walk in Kaelen just keeps quiet as the two speak. When Mythe makes here presumption he just responds with “It would appear we are..." He stops speaking as the Towermaster begins to talk “Well that also confirms it…” He says in response and then completes his other train of thought off what Mythe had said “What happened that you would assume that they would give you new roommates?”
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Twigmund raises a weak hand of welcome to Hulrus and then to his aching head as he sets up the kettle in the kitchen.
"Not so loudly, please. We're all in the same cauldron. Must be a mixup with the tower magics... or something. Who knows. Perhaps we should pay a visit to Towermaster Edna before supper. For the moment, I plan to drink this tea, take a nap, and then investigate. Would you all like to go together? They may require our brooches."
He winces through Mythe's justifiable complaint and looks at the bothered faces of his fellow students. He looks to the bubbling kettle, to his one cup, and up to some teacups on a convenient shelf. He looks back to the group.
"Tea, anyone?"
"We used to have old towermates, but they all left at one point or another." Hin shakes his head, looking a little bittersweet. "I miss Barburry and Scritches, Vera, and the others," he sighs. "We were the only two that stayed, and the towers are a bit big for just two people." He gestures to himself, then to Mythe, then to the tower around them as he speaks. "It makes sense that they moved us. A little advance notice would have been thoughtful." He stands up, dusting himself off. "Now, if no one else minds, I'll take one of the other two rooms on the top floor." He begins by picking up as many of his belongings as he can, employing the help of a disembodied hand to carry a bit more. Making his way up the stairs as slowly as he can, he leans over to listen for any signs of protest. If there are none, he'll carry the rest of his items up and return to the main floor. "Tea sounds wonderful, thank you. Mythe, would you like help carrying your things up to your room?"
Kaelen just looks at Twigmund "I am going to vote no on that option. She made it clear that there was no mix-up and no negotiation, the only option is expulsion if we disagree with it. So I say we just take the day to get adjusted and get to know each other. I won't lose my chance to study here over something as small as this. Excuse me for a moment as I go claim my room I guess."
With that Kaelen just picks up his bag and begins to walk up the stairs looking for the room that is closes to the stairs so it isn't to far of a walk from the study. He walks in and plops the bag onto his bed and let's out a sigh "I'll fix up my room later." He'll just grab his spell-book from the bag and attach it to his belt dangling from the left side. Reaching back into his bag he pulls out a book on the history of graviturgy and just make his way back to the common area reading as he walks. When he comes back he will just sit in an available chair and wait to see what the others wish to do.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Hin looks over at Kaelen with great interest. "What are you reading? That books looks interesting." He sits down on a nearby chair. Calo climbs up the leg and back of the chair, jumping onto the table and settling down in a squishy heap. "I hope you don't mind it if we sit here."
Kaelen just nods as he shifts to make more room "Not at all, it's your tower just as much as mine. I'm reading a book around graviturgy right now, I like to keep fresh on fundamentals and try to read this once a month or so." he keeps his face in the book as he talks "So what do you study here?"
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Graviturgy? Sounds interesting." He props his chin up on his palm. "I'm a scribe mage, studying with Professor Mazhulli'maameq'zall'lulath. Who do you study with?"
"It's just the manipulation of gravitational forces. I like it because you need to understand a lot about the world around us to be efficient in it, Professor Krilkelaar teaches those of us who specialized in it." he just keeps reading as they talk "Why did you decided on being a scribe mage?"
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"My parents worked as scribes as well. I want to get closer to them." Suddenly seeming a little bashful, Hin leans a bit more into his palm. "And you? What drew you to Graviturgy magic?"
Upon hearing Mythe's noble introduction, Aodh's posture seems to visibly improve. He stands, dusts himself off, and gives a sweeping bow so low his hair is inches from brushing the hardwood floor, with one hand over his midriff and his other arm extended behind him. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mytheaian of Kaethius." He rights himself, straightening the hem of his shirt. "I concur, the discourtesy does seem to be rather atypical. Perhaps there is some further explanation, odd circumstances perhaps."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"