Theodore unclenches his fists and laughs out loud at the human. "Ha! you fluffy danish, trying pass off your counterfeit silks as the real thing. Maybe your parents were too stupid to notice and got ripped off thinking they were paying a high price for high quality. That stuff is cheap trash, just like you!"
Deception check 19
*Oh dear, temper Jack...temper...*
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
"Fluffy? Who are you calling fluffy, MR I'm a bunny rabbit. Besides, its not like your the best dressed here anyway. that title belongs to me and my "cheap trash"" The boy makes literal air quotes with his fingers, mockingly
And yes, if you couldn't tell, he was just blatantly racist towards Harengons
Venrys turns and regards the man with a subtle smile. "An excellent idea, my friend. Judging by your appearance you know of some quality second hand shops, perhaps you could point us in the direction of one?" His tone is warm and friendly, masking the venom of the insult. "Your outfit is quite handsome, you can hardly tell that's not real silk."
He turns to the podium and pulls the lever. A pendant falls from the plaque and into his palm. He frowns at its appearance. The book and quill of Silverquill stares back at him.
The boy sees the pendant. "Silverquill? YOU?" he asks, half incredulous, half laughing. "You are not cut out for MY college, I assure you. And if you wish to find secondhand clothes, I bid you look yourself in a mirror and find them. Then again, your HALF elf eyesight may not be good enough to find them, don't worry, I'm sure one of these other ragamuffins can help you"
Weaver makes her way over to the lever, and she squeals with delight. "Quandrix! I love it I love it I love it!" Her elation is tempered by seeing Theo getting upset, so her attention flicks over to the young human. Surprised that anyone could be so rude with so many wonderous things about, she says quietly to Elsenia "Cover me."
Hiding out of sight, but within 30 feet of the young man, she uses Druidcraft to create the smell of a skunk in his immediate area. Once the effect occurs, she'll loudly wonder to no one in particular, "Hey, something smells like skunk butt. I think it's that human kid!"
Eliae steps forward, her fingers curling around the lever as she retrieves her pendant, the golden scroll of Lorehold glinting in the light as it falls neatly into her palm. She flips it over, carefully studying the intricate design etched into its surface.
As the Silverquill man's words cut through the air, Eliae can feel her indignation rising like a tide within her. Her face flushes with heat, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks in response to his blatant insult. How dare he make such assumptions about her and her companions based on something as trivial as their attire? Her clothes, while perhaps not as extravagant as his, were certainly of fine quality - her father would accept nothing less. Yet even if they weren't, what did it matter? It seemed utterly absurd to judge another person's worth based on such superficial criteria.
Her anger bubbles beneath the surface at the man's undisguised disdain for half-elves, but she bites her tongue, refusing to stoop to his level. She may be new to situations like this, but she refuses to allow herself to be cowed by his arrogance. Instead, she moves to stand beside Venrys, silently offering her support as she fixes the Silverquill man with a withering glare. However, her resolve falters for a moment as a sudden foul odor wafts towards her, causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Letting out a giggle as she listens to the fairy's announcement, she continues to stare at the man, amusement replacing the anger in her eyes."My, my. I think you're right, Weaver. It seems that filth can't hide behind fancy clothes, after all."
Elsenia's excitement at finding the pendant is short lived as one of the students from before makes his cruel pronouncement. Her cheeks flush, and she again feels that sense of a pit in her stomach. She looks at the student and doesn't know what to say. To her horror she realizes she is on the verge of tears; this is not how she imagined her first day going at all. Why were some of the students so mean?
But then Weaver uses her magic to make the student smell like a skunk, and Elsenia can't help but laugh, the tears banished. She wrinkles her nose in disgust at the Silverquill student.
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The surrounding students begin to laugh at the boy and his newly unpleasant stench. They laugh long and hard, pointing mockingly.
"Filth?! Grayson Wildemere is anything but filth! I'm warning you, you don't want to cross me!" The boy yells, flushing and stamping his foot like a small child "Mark my words.You'll see. You'll see what happens to those who insult me! Watch. Your. Back." he snarls, his face curled in an ugly sneer. He then flounces away, returning to his little pack of cronies from before. he begins whispering to them, and one by one they run off on some unknown errand. probably to ruin your lives.
All the other students gasp and look afraid. Clearly, Grayson is not someone to be messed with. Slowly, they fade into the background, all except for one person: a beautifully pale girl wearing a silky red and black dress. She smiles, revealing fangs. She's a Dhampir. She shakes her long black hair out of her face as she greets you.
"That was quite a scene you made back there. Not the wisest move, insulting that prick, but an admirable one nonetheless. I'm Aurora. Apparently, I'm your roommate. I arrived late, so you were already on this dumb treasure hunt when I found you."
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Weaver pops out from behind Elsenia. "Aurora? Nice to meet you! I'm Weaver! Whose roommate are you going to be? Or- *gasp*are we all sharing one big room?" Weaver giggles, imagining Ooby and Dwal sharing a bunk bed. She comes back to the present conversation, remembering the skunkbutt boy. "My friends and I can't help it if he doesn't bathe. All we did was point and laugh," she says, with a slightly oversaturated air of innocence, betrayed by an impish grin curling at the edge of her mouth. "Also, the treasure hunt is super fun and and you get prizes and everything! Want to join us? I think we're on the 72nd clue, or maybe just the 3rd, I can't really remember."
OOC: I laughed at that. take an inspiration for good RP
"Oh, well, it certainly is nice to meet you. From what I've heard, its a small communal room, like to small to move around much, and then 2 rooms, one for guys and one for girls. 4 people a room. And yes, Grayson does need to bathe more" she chuckles softly "I guess I will help you. What clue is next?"
"That big stage thing looks promising or that bunch of plants? Ooby says he knows how to make music..." Theodore gestures in the direction of the theater and mini forest.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Ooboron stops in his tracks as he realizes an altercation is taking place. He is no stranger — he's a fan of, really — to being left out of things by others his age, but he's never been openly mocked like this. When it becomes apparent that Weaver uses magic to cause the other student embarrassment, Ooboron fights the urge to run away. He squeezes his trunk closed with one hand to avoid smelling the horrible stench, but stands very still, trying to avoid any unwanted attention. He watches with slight horror as the whole group of students disperses to who knows where. This isn't going to end well.
As Aurora approaches and introduces herself, Ooboron finishes crossing to the portrait and pulls on the lever. A pendant with the Silverquill logo lands in his hand. He looks at it and then puts it around his neck to hang along with the necklace his grandmother had given him. He looks up when Theodore speaks his name, his ears instinctively folding themselves as close to the sides of his head as possible.
Venrys watches the Silverquill sulk off with a discerning look. Wildemere. The name seems familiar. Had his family had dealings with theirs? He turns to Theodore and Elsenia. "I'm sorry you experienced that. That's no way for any decent person to behave, to say nothing of a member of the peerage. For what it's worth, Elsenia, I think your vestments have more dignity than anything that man showed us."
He bows to the Dhampir. "Charmed. I am Venrys Stradovari of Szarcozia." What an interesting group of companions they had gathered! Already this world was radically different from the gloomy rural reaches of his homeland.
With regards to Theodore's question, he adds, "The gardens are the nearest stop, I believe. 'These leafy beds aren’t always what they seem. Give them a pat and see what you glean.' The stage is just beyond. I for one am excited to hear Ooberon perform for us!"
Greeting Aurora with a big smile, Theodore bows, "I am Theodore, and these are my best friends! Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad there are some folk here that aren't so rude as that guy." He nods to Venrys and gestures to the gardens, he takes another glance at the girl with big pointy teeth.
*She looks dangerous, like she could pick me up and tear me apart with no effort...I kinda like it.*
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
"Oh believe me, if Grayson has one accomplishment in life, it is being more of a jerk than anyone else." Aurora turns to Ooboron "So, Ooby, you said your name was? From the sound of it, you're a performer. What do you play?"
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Elsenia gives Venrys a warm smile. "Thank you," she says. "That means a lot to me. I come from a small village where we make our own clothes."
A newcomer had approached them. Elsenia gives her a tentative smile as well. "Hello, I'm Elsenia Vesper," she introduces herself. She studies the woman's pale skin and pointed teeth. Dhampirs are at least a race she is familiar with as they are not too uncommon in the Shadowfell. Elsenia knew some people might fear or distrust dhampirs, but she thought they were mostly like anyone else. At least she had never had a bad encounter with one before.
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Ooboron turns his eyes on Aurora. He has no idea that she is a dhampir or even what a dhampir is. He just thinks she has big teeth. Who is he to judge? He has tusks!
"I, well, I play several stringed instruments: lute, lyre, viol and dulcimer. I had a wonderful tutor in my tribe, but he says I was a natural and didn't need much teaching." The loxodon's head ducks, and his shoulders fall in response to saying this, realizing it sounds very boastful. He lowers his eyes to the floor, and his ears flap once nervously. He wishes there was some way he could escape without making a scene, so he holds his breath and prays that someone else will start talking to draw Aurora's attention.
"4 instruments? quite impressive, I must say. I don't doubt you're a natural, you have a performers look about you. A vibe, if you know what I mean. Do you sing?" Aurora genuinely looks interested in Ooboron's answer and also impressed at his skill.
She waves to Elsenia, smiling with her fangs and giving a small wave, her eyes darting over Elsenia. Unlike some dhampirs Elsenia has met, Aurora does not hide her gift.
Theodore unclenches his fists and laughs out loud at the human. "Ha! you fluffy danish, trying pass off your counterfeit silks as the real thing. Maybe your parents were too stupid to notice and got ripped off thinking they were paying a high price for high quality. That stuff is cheap trash, just like you!"
Deception check 19
*Oh dear, temper Jack...temper...*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"Fluffy? Who are you calling fluffy, MR I'm a bunny rabbit. Besides, its not like your the best dressed here anyway. that title belongs to me and my "cheap trash"" The boy makes literal air quotes with his fingers, mockingly
And yes, if you couldn't tell, he was just blatantly racist towards Harengons
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Venrys turns and regards the man with a subtle smile. "An excellent idea, my friend. Judging by your appearance you know of some quality second hand shops, perhaps you could point us in the direction of one?" His tone is warm and friendly, masking the venom of the insult. "Your outfit is quite handsome, you can hardly tell that's not real silk."
He turns to the podium and pulls the lever. A pendant falls from the plaque and into his palm. He frowns at its appearance. The book and quill of Silverquill stares back at him.
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The boy sees the pendant. "Silverquill? YOU?" he asks, half incredulous, half laughing. "You are not cut out for MY college, I assure you. And if you wish to find secondhand clothes, I bid you look yourself in a mirror and find them. Then again, your HALF elf eyesight may not be good enough to find them, don't worry, I'm sure one of these other ragamuffins can help you"Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
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He tucks the pendant into his pocket. "I'm inclined to agree, if you're an example of their finest."
He looks the man over, trying to discern what family he belongs to.
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Weaver makes her way over to the lever, and she squeals with delight. "Quandrix! I love it I love it I love it!" Her elation is tempered by seeing Theo getting upset, so her attention flicks over to the young human. Surprised that anyone could be so rude with so many wonderous things about, she says quietly to Elsenia "Cover me."
Hiding out of sight, but within 30 feet of the young man, she uses Druidcraft to create the smell of a skunk in his immediate area. Once the effect occurs, she'll loudly wonder to no one in particular, "Hey, something smells like skunk butt. I think it's that human kid!"
Eliae steps forward, her fingers curling around the lever as she retrieves her pendant, the golden scroll of Lorehold glinting in the light as it falls neatly into her palm. She flips it over, carefully studying the intricate design etched into its surface.
As the Silverquill man's words cut through the air, Eliae can feel her indignation rising like a tide within her. Her face flushes with heat, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks in response to his blatant insult. How dare he make such assumptions about her and her companions based on something as trivial as their attire? Her clothes, while perhaps not as extravagant as his, were certainly of fine quality - her father would accept nothing less. Yet even if they weren't, what did it matter? It seemed utterly absurd to judge another person's worth based on such superficial criteria.
Her anger bubbles beneath the surface at the man's undisguised disdain for half-elves, but she bites her tongue, refusing to stoop to his level. She may be new to situations like this, but she refuses to allow herself to be cowed by his arrogance. Instead, she moves to stand beside Venrys, silently offering her support as she fixes the Silverquill man with a withering glare. However, her resolve falters for a moment as a sudden foul odor wafts towards her, causing her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Letting out a giggle as she listens to the fairy's announcement, she continues to stare at the man, amusement replacing the anger in her eyes. "My, my. I think you're right, Weaver. It seems that filth can't hide behind fancy clothes, after all."
Elsenia's excitement at finding the pendant is short lived as one of the students from before makes his cruel pronouncement. Her cheeks flush, and she again feels that sense of a pit in her stomach. She looks at the student and doesn't know what to say. To her horror she realizes she is on the verge of tears; this is not how she imagined her first day going at all. Why were some of the students so mean?
But then Weaver uses her magic to make the student smell like a skunk, and Elsenia can't help but laugh, the tears banished. She wrinkles her nose in disgust at the Silverquill student.
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd
The surrounding students begin to laugh at the boy and his newly unpleasant stench. They laugh long and hard, pointing mockingly.
"Filth?! Grayson Wildemere is anything but filth! I'm warning you, you don't want to cross me!" The boy yells, flushing and stamping his foot like a small child "Mark my words.You'll see. You'll see what happens to those who insult me! Watch. Your. Back." he snarls, his face curled in an ugly sneer. He then flounces away, returning to his little pack of cronies from before. he begins whispering to them, and one by one they run off on some unknown errand. probably to ruin your lives.
All the other students gasp and look afraid. Clearly, Grayson is not someone to be messed with. Slowly, they fade into the background, all except for one person: a beautifully pale girl wearing a silky red and black dress. She smiles, revealing fangs. She's a Dhampir. She shakes her long black hair out of her face as she greets you.
"That was quite a scene you made back there. Not the wisest move, insulting that prick, but an admirable one nonetheless. I'm Aurora. Apparently, I'm your roommate. I arrived late, so you were already on this dumb treasure hunt when I found you."
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Weaver pops out from behind Elsenia. "Aurora? Nice to meet you! I'm Weaver! Whose roommate are you going to be? Or- *gasp* are we all sharing one big room?" Weaver giggles, imagining Ooby and Dwal sharing a bunk bed. She comes back to the present conversation, remembering the skunkbutt boy. "My friends and I can't help it if he doesn't bathe. All we did was point and laugh," she says, with a slightly oversaturated air of innocence, betrayed by an impish grin curling at the edge of her mouth. "Also, the treasure hunt is super fun and and you get prizes and everything! Want to join us? I think we're on the 72nd clue, or maybe just the 3rd, I can't really remember."
OOC: I laughed at that. take an inspiration for good RP
"Oh, well, it certainly is nice to meet you. From what I've heard, its a small communal room, like to small to move around much, and then 2 rooms, one for guys and one for girls. 4 people a room. And yes, Grayson does need to bathe more" she chuckles softly "I guess I will help you. What clue is next?"
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"That big stage thing looks promising or that bunch of plants? Ooby says he knows how to make music..." Theodore gestures in the direction of the theater and mini forest.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Ooboron stops in his tracks as he realizes an altercation is taking place. He is no stranger — he's a fan of, really — to being left out of things by others his age, but he's never been openly mocked like this. When it becomes apparent that Weaver uses magic to cause the other student embarrassment, Ooboron fights the urge to run away. He squeezes his trunk closed with one hand to avoid smelling the horrible stench, but stands very still, trying to avoid any unwanted attention. He watches with slight horror as the whole group of students disperses to who knows where. This isn't going to end well.
As Aurora approaches and introduces herself, Ooboron finishes crossing to the portrait and pulls on the lever. A pendant with the Silverquill logo lands in his hand. He looks at it and then puts it around his neck to hang along with the necklace his grandmother had given him. He looks up when Theodore speaks his name, his ears instinctively folding themselves as close to the sides of his head as possible.
Venrys watches the Silverquill sulk off with a discerning look. Wildemere. The name seems familiar. Had his family had dealings with theirs? He turns to Theodore and Elsenia. "I'm sorry you experienced that. That's no way for any decent person to behave, to say nothing of a member of the peerage. For what it's worth, Elsenia, I think your vestments have more dignity than anything that man showed us."
He bows to the Dhampir. "Charmed. I am Venrys Stradovari of Szarcozia." What an interesting group of companions they had gathered! Already this world was radically different from the gloomy rural reaches of his homeland.
With regards to Theodore's question, he adds, "The gardens are the nearest stop, I believe. 'These leafy beds aren’t always what they seem. Give them a pat and see what you glean.' The stage is just beyond. I for one am excited to hear Ooberon perform for us!"
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Greeting Aurora with a big smile, Theodore bows, "I am Theodore, and these are my best friends! Thank you for the kind words, I'm glad there are some folk here that aren't so rude as that guy." He nods to Venrys and gestures to the gardens, he takes another glance at the girl with big pointy teeth.
*She looks dangerous, like she could pick me up and tear me apart with no effort...I kinda like it.*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"Oh believe me, if Grayson has one accomplishment in life, it is being more of a jerk than anyone else." Aurora turns to Ooboron "So, Ooby, you said your name was? From the sound of it, you're a performer. What do you play?"
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Elsenia gives Venrys a warm smile. "Thank you," she says. "That means a lot to me. I come from a small village where we make our own clothes."
A newcomer had approached them. Elsenia gives her a tentative smile as well. "Hello, I'm Elsenia Vesper," she introduces herself. She studies the woman's pale skin and pointed teeth. Dhampirs are at least a race she is familiar with as they are not too uncommon in the Shadowfell. Elsenia knew some people might fear or distrust dhampirs, but she thought they were mostly like anyone else. At least she had never had a bad encounter with one before.
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DMing: Curse of Strahd
Ooboron turns his eyes on Aurora. He has no idea that she is a dhampir or even what a dhampir is. He just thinks she has big teeth. Who is he to judge? He has tusks!
"I, well, I play several stringed instruments: lute, lyre, viol and dulcimer. I had a wonderful tutor in my tribe, but he says I was a natural and didn't need much teaching." The loxodon's head ducks, and his shoulders fall in response to saying this, realizing it sounds very boastful. He lowers his eyes to the floor, and his ears flap once nervously. He wishes there was some way he could escape without making a scene, so he holds his breath and prays that someone else will start talking to draw Aurora's attention.
"4 instruments? quite impressive, I must say. I don't doubt you're a natural, you have a performers look about you. A vibe, if you know what I mean. Do you sing?" Aurora genuinely looks interested in Ooboron's answer and also impressed at his skill.
She waves to Elsenia, smiling with her fangs and giving a small wave, her eyes darting over Elsenia. Unlike some dhampirs Elsenia has met, Aurora does not hide her gift.
Elsenia, roll me an insight check.
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Still looking at the floor, Ooboron shakes his head nervously.