"Probably a sensible choice, good night to you all and remember I apologised in advance for the snoring." Without further ado, the gnome slips the dagger under his pillow, wriggles in under the covers and is asleep in moments, the room-shaking snoring begins shortly afterwards.
The dragonborn will lay in his bed, clutching his pillow to his ears as his golden eyes slowly become more and more bloodshot. Frustration building as the snoring begins to grate against his brain like a wheel of cheese to a cheese grater... eventually falling asleep... probably..... he doesn't know for sure.
The chest close to Aura's bed hasn't been opened yet, instead she's still resting in the same position she was when she first laid down, arms crossed and looking up, no one in the group has heard anything from her side too, and the fact that she has her eyes closed point to the possibility that she's been sleeping already for at least the last few minutes, despite all the noise of chests moving, being opened, and general chatter.
With a big yawn, Necey doffs her robe and tosses it on the bed. She removes a sheet and pillow and tosses them on the floor. "Goodnight," she calls to the room. The halfling curls up on the floor near the window and allows the storm outside to coax her to sleep.
Sleep finds the party easily. It's odd. Even if you usually find sleeping in a new place strange the dorm room around you is relaxing and warm. As the storm continues to rage outside it doesn't even bother you sleeping through the night until waking by a nudge from your feet.
The dwarven attendants are back! They hand each of you hearty breakfast before gesturing to put on the robes but leave everything sace your spell focus and scroll behind. If pressed they don't speak. You're unsure if tge simply won't or can't. They then file out as Grint appears at the dormitory door to lead you out but he stands blocking the door as if to check each of you over first.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver, hearing that we have to wear the plain looking robes will make a large drawn out show of changing out of his fine clothing. "uuuGGGHHHH, I can tell you right now... this robe was not made by a dragonborn... that much is for sure!" The gold and silver scaled dragonborn would say as he squeezes his horned head through the the head hole of the robes. After putting on the robe, Golver would put on his Cloak of Many Fashions and as he does, the designs on the cloak would change so that the color scheme on the cloak would better compliment the robe. He would then pick up the dagger that he pulled out of the robe the night before and slip it into the robe before attempting to leave the room. with his orb hanging around his neck from its silver chain.
Necey rises from the floor and stretches to work out the light stiffness from the evening's rest. "Oh, breakfast in bed! How neat!" She begins to hum a cheery tune as she eats the breakfast. "This place certainly has good food,"she says trying to make some small talk.
Once done with her meal she quickly gathers the requested items and makes for the door. "Good morning, Grint."
"Fine, fine I understand, I'm leaving the blade here OK? Now back off and let a gnome finish his breakfast, eh!" Caerlan continues eating until there isn't a crumb left and then dresses quickly in readiness for the day "Fussy lot aren't they? Still, not worth getting upset about it I suppose, ready when you are my hirsute friend". He adds the last to Grint as he prepares to leave the room.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Aura wakes up from bed unceremoniously, just plain get up and look at the breakfast. She doesn't seem to be thinking a lot as she's having her breakfast, because of her blank expression, a sign that she might not be that much of a morning person. Once she's done, she gives a nod to the one who gave the commands, and follows them through, opening the chest, taking the magical robe which she puts on top of the cloak that she was already wearing, which looks a bit silly, but either she didn't notice it, or she simply doesn't mind it. After that, she takes the scroll and the Sprig of Mistletoe she brought with her.
Considering herself ready, she stands up, and waits so she could actually follow Grint to their next destination.
"Not my rules," Grint grumbles. "Follow me," he adds struggling forward.
The party files out down the spiral staircase and down a cooridor then another before another finally returning to the dining hall. Once there, the tables are missing but the four other groups wearing the gray iridescent patched robes have gather there waiting. All the four other groups have mixed expression. Some eye the party suspiciously, some greedily, some curiously, and some just look terrified. The party is feeling a mix of emotions too but none have any idea what is to come!
"Hello," a deep voice echoes every where on the crowded dining hall.
The tallest figure from the night before still wearing all white robes and a falcon mask has appeared. They still carrying a staff topped with a turquoise colored gem that winks in the flickering candlelight of the dining hall still darken from the storm still raging outside the tall windows.
"I hope you've Al slept well and taken time to get to know your fellow group members strengths and weaknesses. Each of you will work together to achieve a goal this task bit no two tasks ate tge same. Each task will challenge different aspects of your skill, accountability, humanity, and creativity in adversity. These areas we feel these central themes will gain us true insight into your potential," the gravelly male voice explains his voice oddly not muted but amplified from beneath the falcon mask as his heavy footfalls echo on the black flagstone floor. As a silence rolls over the crowds of prospective students. Every eye is then drawn to the masked falcon figure who continues to speak. "The group to come with me is,"....he pauses putting a hand in the air as the number two appears in the palm of his gloved hand in a fire burst. Once he's removed his hand the number two remains in the air. "Group two please step forward," he adds nodding his head as the group the party can only assume is two begins to move. "There will be another professor here shortly to gather another group," he adds before leading group two out.
A couple scatterings of cheers break out for group two but die out as the party watches the prospective students disappear through the doors the party walked through led by the masked falcon figure. After they've gone conversations erupt All over the room. The sounds carries into a fever pitch as the party begins to feel the tension in the room strong with anticipation of what is to come.
"Psst..." the party then he hears as a red skin tiefling gets their attention from a nearby group. She has a beautiful heart shaped face and brilliant smile. She gives each of you a look before staring at the fish folk curiously distracted, who is still with the party, before returning her gaze to the party. "First task whattda think," she asks. "I bet it's illusions or fighting a beast," she says quickly looking around as if she isn't certain talking to your group is allowed but daring to try!
Golver would stand and watch the specticle with his thick arms folded in front of him, leaning against a nearby wall. "Well I sure hope it doesn't take long to get our assignment... They could have let us eat a little more and not rushed us down here for no reason!" Golver would grumble as his stomach does the same. Hearing the pretty teifling speak to the group and then Smee's response in infernal, Golver would push off the walk and approach the two woman. "No need to try intimidating the pretty girl with your scary voice there Smee Jez!" Golver would say with a grin and a wink to the tiefling, not trying at all to be quiet or subtle.
The dragonborn would move to put a hand on the shoulders of both Smee and the Tiefling before crouching down a bit and sticking his large golden head in between the two of them. "I don't think we will be competing against each other for a while at least so there is no need we all cannot be friends in the meantime" Golver would say with a large toothy grin. "I mean I am a strong, powerful, and super smart dragonborn...I am basically the best friend you could ever ask for" The dragonborn would continue. "Smee has already shown that she recognizes greatness when she sees it and you my tiefling friend I would assume appreciate fire... I appreciate fire.. we are like best friends already....fire friends!" Golver would say releasing the two of them from his huddle hug. "What is your name anyway?" The gold and silver dragonborn would ask, adjusting his cloak to make sure it didn't get messed up a moment ago. "My name is Golver Shimmerscale, I am sure you have heard of me.. The way I look at it, you cannot lose! Either we don't have to compete and you gain a new best friend! Or we do compete and I crush you and you have NO SHAME! You can spend the rest of your days telling your friends about how you were bested by Golver Shimmerscale!" Golver would say looking up towards the ceiling waiving his hand through the air slowly.
"I am humble and great aren't I... You are right Smee! Are you sure you don't have some dragonblood flowing through your veins too" Golver would say with a wide smile, as he offers her what he considers a very large compliment. "I am interested to see type of magical abilities you have to go along with your..." The dragonborns eyes would move down and up the womans frame before locking eyes with her again. "Impressive intellect" Golver would say with a grin. "It is good to know that I might not have to secure our teams victory all on my own!" Golver would shout with his shoulders thrown back and head held high as he lets out a loud laugh. His ornate cloak flowing behind him changing ever so slightly... adding a few more subtle and ornate designs to those already covering the garment.
"Strength and Vigor... Why.. that was what they called me back in my soldier days... " The dragonborn would boast aloud "Although my soldier days didn't last too long before getting recruited for this elite magic school.... I uhh.. hmm.." The large smile on the dragonborns face would fade into a look of concern replaces it. you notice the colors in his orb seem to twist and turn more violently inside the orb... as if a raging inferno were fighting against a blizzard as the loud dragonborn becomes noticeably quiet.
Having watched the exchange between the two party members the cautious tiefling turns back to her party which ALL of whom have noticed her engaging yours. A thick and worryingly strong looking deep green half-orc moves her away glaring at all of you, most pointedly at Golver and Smee, before turning his back as well as ending the speculation of the task to come.
Moments later another robed figure appears. The second tallest wearing all black robes with the mask of a bull and holds a scepter of writhing smoke at the top. The talk figure beckons your party after conjuring a three in a puff of smoke that hovers above the scepter. The number emaining in the air once they removed thier focus.
"Come," a female voice says gruffly to your party and says nothing else. She then turns in a whirl of black robes that seem to move like smoke themselves!
The fish folk move ahead to lead the party with no regard for the six of you. They match pace with the bull but fall purposefully five steps behind as they begin to leave the hall!
"Oh, yay! It's time to start. I'm a little scared, but more excited... Or am I little excited and more scared?" The halfling stops to ponder her query and then returns to skipping along behind the fish people. "I think that's the fun part about new things. What do you two think," she asks to her fishy teammates.
Golver would turn away from the other group, pretending to ignore the half orc as his cape swishes dramatically behind him. "Did you see how jealous that half-orc was of me?" The dragonborn would say loudly enough for the half-orc to hear, looking to his halfling teammate. "You shouldn't be afraid little buddy, with me on your side.. you cannot lose!" Golver would say giving him a slap on the back with his huge hand before pushing his way towards the front of the group so that we was following directly behind the instructor.
The fish folk hiss at Necey and say nothing. The bull masked figure continues to lead them out and down a corridor never turning to see if all the party has followed or not. Their black robes continue to roil and move like smoke at their back and trail of the floor just inches away from the bare webbed feet of the fish folk who do not turn again only move facing forward.
"Probably a sensible choice, good night to you all and remember I apologised in advance for the snoring." Without further ado, the gnome slips the dagger under his pillow, wriggles in under the covers and is asleep in moments, the room-shaking snoring begins shortly afterwards.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The dragonborn will lay in his bed, clutching his pillow to his ears as his golden eyes slowly become more and more bloodshot. Frustration building as the snoring begins to grate against his brain like a wheel of cheese to a cheese grater... eventually falling asleep... probably..... he doesn't know for sure.
The chest close to Aura's bed hasn't been opened yet, instead she's still resting in the same position she was when she first laid down, arms crossed and looking up, no one in the group has heard anything from her side too, and the fact that she has her eyes closed point to the possibility that she's been sleeping already for at least the last few minutes, despite all the noise of chests moving, being opened, and general chatter.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
With a big yawn, Necey doffs her robe and tosses it on the bed. She removes a sheet and pillow and tosses them on the floor. "Goodnight," she calls to the room. The halfling curls up on the floor near the window and allows the storm outside to coax her to sleep.
Sleep finds the party easily. It's odd. Even if you usually find sleeping in a new place strange the dorm room around you is relaxing and warm. As the storm continues to rage outside it doesn't even bother you sleeping through the night until waking by a nudge from your feet.
The dwarven attendants are back! They hand each of you hearty breakfast before gesturing to put on the robes but leave everything sace your spell focus and scroll behind. If pressed they don't speak. You're unsure if tge simply won't or can't. They then file out as Grint appears at the dormitory door to lead you out but he stands blocking the door as if to check each of you over first.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
(So do we have to leave the items we just got FROM the robes too? what about the scroll?)
Golver, hearing that we have to wear the plain looking robes will make a large drawn out show of changing out of his fine clothing. "uuuGGGHHHH, I can tell you right now... this robe was not made by a dragonborn... that much is for sure!" The gold and silver scaled dragonborn would say as he squeezes his horned head through the the head hole of the robes. After putting on the robe, Golver would put on his Cloak of Many Fashions and as he does, the designs on the cloak would change so that the color scheme on the cloak would better compliment the robe. He would then pick up the dagger that he pulled out of the robe the night before and slip it into the robe before attempting to leave the room. with his orb hanging around his neck from its silver chain.
Necey rises from the floor and stretches to work out the light stiffness from the evening's rest. "Oh, breakfast in bed! How neat!" She begins to hum a cheery tune as she eats the breakfast. "This place certainly has good food," she says trying to make some small talk.
Once done with her meal she quickly gathers the requested items and makes for the door. "Good morning, Grint."
"Fine, fine I understand, I'm leaving the blade here OK? Now back off and let a gnome finish his breakfast, eh!" Caerlan continues eating until there isn't a crumb left and then dresses quickly in readiness for the day "Fussy lot aren't they? Still, not worth getting upset about it I suppose, ready when you are my hirsute friend". He adds the last to Grint as he prepares to leave the room.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Aura wakes up from bed unceremoniously, just plain get up and look at the breakfast. She doesn't seem to be thinking a lot as she's having her breakfast, because of her blank expression, a sign that she might not be that much of a morning person. Once she's done, she gives a nod to the one who gave the commands, and follows them through, opening the chest, taking the magical robe which she puts on top of the cloak that she was already wearing, which looks a bit silly, but either she didn't notice it, or she simply doesn't mind it. After that, she takes the scroll and the Sprig of Mistletoe she brought with her.
Considering herself ready, she stands up, and waits so she could actually follow Grint to their next destination.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"Not my rules," Grint grumbles. "Follow me," he adds struggling forward.
The party files out down the spiral staircase and down a cooridor then another before another finally returning to the dining hall. Once there, the tables are missing but the four other groups wearing the gray iridescent patched robes have gather there waiting. All the four other groups have mixed expression. Some eye the party suspiciously, some greedily, some curiously, and some just look terrified. The party is feeling a mix of emotions too but none have any idea what is to come!
"Hello," a deep voice echoes every where on the crowded dining hall.
The tallest figure from the night before still wearing all white robes and a falcon mask has appeared. They still carrying a staff topped with a turquoise colored gem that winks in the flickering candlelight of the dining hall still darken from the storm still raging outside the tall windows.
"I hope you've Al slept well and taken time to get to know your fellow group members strengths and weaknesses. Each of you will work together to achieve a goal this task bit no two tasks ate tge same. Each task will challenge different aspects of your skill, accountability, humanity, and creativity in adversity. These areas we feel these central themes will gain us true insight into your potential," the gravelly male voice explains his voice oddly not muted but amplified from beneath the falcon mask as his heavy footfalls echo on the black flagstone floor. As a silence rolls over the crowds of prospective students. Every eye is then drawn to the masked falcon figure who continues to speak. "The group to come with me is,"....he pauses putting a hand in the air as the number two appears in the palm of his gloved hand in a fire burst. Once he's removed his hand the number two remains in the air. "Group two please step forward," he adds nodding his head as the group the party can only assume is two begins to move. "There will be another professor here shortly to gather another group," he adds before leading group two out.
A couple scatterings of cheers break out for group two but die out as the party watches the prospective students disappear through the doors the party walked through led by the masked falcon figure. After they've gone conversations erupt All over the room. The sounds carries into a fever pitch as the party begins to feel the tension in the room strong with anticipation of what is to come.
"Psst..." the party then he hears as a red skin tiefling gets their attention from a nearby group. She has a beautiful heart shaped face and brilliant smile. She gives each of you a look before staring at the fish folk curiously distracted, who is still with the party, before returning her gaze to the party. "First task whattda think," she asks. "I bet it's illusions or fighting a beast," she says quickly looking around as if she isn't certain talking to your group is allowed but daring to try!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver would stand and watch the specticle with his thick arms folded in front of him, leaning against a nearby wall. "Well I sure hope it doesn't take long to get our assignment... They could have let us eat a little more and not rushed us down here for no reason!" Golver would grumble as his stomach does the same. Hearing the pretty teifling speak to the group and then Smee's response in infernal, Golver would push off the walk and approach the two woman. "No need to try intimidating the pretty girl with your scary voice there Smee Jez!" Golver would say with a grin and a wink to the tiefling, not trying at all to be quiet or subtle.
The dragonborn would move to put a hand on the shoulders of both Smee and the Tiefling before crouching down a bit and sticking his large golden head in between the two of them. "I don't think we will be competing against each other for a while at least so there is no need we all cannot be friends in the meantime" Golver would say with a large toothy grin. "I mean I am a strong, powerful, and super smart dragonborn...I am basically the best friend you could ever ask for" The dragonborn would continue. "Smee has already shown that she recognizes greatness when she sees it and you my tiefling friend I would assume appreciate fire... I appreciate fire.. we are like best friends already....fire friends!" Golver would say releasing the two of them from his huddle hug. "What is your name anyway?" The gold and silver dragonborn would ask, adjusting his cloak to make sure it didn't get messed up a moment ago. "My name is Golver Shimmerscale, I am sure you have heard of me.. The way I look at it, you cannot lose! Either we don't have to compete and you gain a new best friend! Or we do compete and I crush you and you have NO SHAME! You can spend the rest of your days telling your friends about how you were bested by Golver Shimmerscale!" Golver would say looking up towards the ceiling waiving his hand through the air slowly.
"I am humble and great aren't I... You are right Smee! Are you sure you don't have some dragonblood flowing through your veins too" Golver would say with a wide smile, as he offers her what he considers a very large compliment. "I am interested to see type of magical abilities you have to go along with your..." The dragonborns eyes would move down and up the womans frame before locking eyes with her again. "Impressive intellect" Golver would say with a grin. "It is good to know that I might not have to secure our teams victory all on my own!" Golver would shout with his shoulders thrown back and head held high as he lets out a loud laugh. His ornate cloak flowing behind him changing ever so slightly... adding a few more subtle and ornate designs to those already covering the garment.
"Strength and Vigor... Why.. that was what they called me back in my soldier days... " The dragonborn would boast aloud "Although my soldier days didn't last too long before getting recruited for this elite magic school.... I uhh.. hmm.." The large smile on the dragonborns face would fade into a look of concern replaces it. you notice the colors in his orb seem to twist and turn more violently inside the orb... as if a raging inferno were fighting against a blizzard as the loud dragonborn becomes noticeably quiet.
Having watched the exchange between the two party members the cautious tiefling turns back to her party which ALL of whom have noticed her engaging yours. A thick and worryingly strong looking deep green half-orc moves her away glaring at all of you, most pointedly at Golver and Smee, before turning his back as well as ending the speculation of the task to come.
Moments later another robed figure appears. The second tallest wearing all black robes with the mask of a bull and holds a scepter of writhing smoke at the top. The talk figure beckons your party after conjuring a three in a puff of smoke that hovers above the scepter. The number emaining in the air once they removed thier focus.
"Come," a female voice says gruffly to your party and says nothing else. She then turns in a whirl of black robes that seem to move like smoke themselves!
The fish folk move ahead to lead the party with no regard for the six of you. They match pace with the bull but fall purposefully five steps behind as they begin to leave the hall!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Zenith followed, hands in the pockets of his robes. "Let's see what they have in store for us shall we?"
"Oh, yay! It's time to start. I'm a little scared, but more excited... Or am I little excited and more scared?" The halfling stops to ponder her query and then returns to skipping along behind the fish people. "I think that's the fun part about new things. What do you two think," she asks to her fishy teammates.
Golver would turn away from the other group, pretending to ignore the half orc as his cape swishes dramatically behind him. "Did you see how jealous that half-orc was of me?" The dragonborn would say loudly enough for the half-orc to hear, looking to his halfling teammate. "You shouldn't be afraid little buddy, with me on your side.. you cannot lose!" Golver would say giving him a slap on the back with his huge hand before pushing his way towards the front of the group so that we was following directly behind the instructor.
The fish folk hiss at Necey and say nothing. The bull masked figure continues to lead them out and down a corridor never turning to see if all the party has followed or not. Their black robes continue to roil and move like smoke at their back and trail of the floor just inches away from the bare webbed feet of the fish folk who do not turn again only move facing forward.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.