This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The dust elemental blows apart into dust... but the much less dangerous and sentient type of dust.
As with the other elementals, though, its explosive death effects those surrounding it.
Con saves (DC 10):
Bizzlecork: 17, McHammer: 19
McHammer's sick shades protect his eyes, but Bizzlecork is rendered blind by the flying dust. "Ouch!" he yells as he hits his head on the table's edge. Fortunately, his blindness is short-lived as there comes restorative rays from the balcony above. Stein has used a wand to return everyone to full health.
Dregg sighs and says "Alright... head into the next room. We'll be down after talking over your performance."
"Are we done with the written portion? There were more questions." Bizzlecork asks, but the instructors are leaving the balcony and don't provide a response. "Oh, okay, we're just done then." Bizzlecork follows Esteban through to the next room.
Ukarsh quietly leaves as well.
McHammer walks to the next room, strutting like an *******.
After waiting in the room for a few minutes more than are comfortable, Crumbleton, Dregg, and Stein enter through a side door. Crumbleton steps ahead of the other two and begins, “We’ve discussed your performance and have reach decisions regarding your grades--and placements within the Shield and Blade of Mal.
“Firstly, Ukarsh. I suspect that you are capable of more than you displayed today. Your written portion--while admittedly of minor importance to the final exam overall--was impressively unimpressive. It's almost as if you tried to get every answer wrong. Were this our only concern regarding your performance it would be one thing, but your contribution to the combat portion was also lacking. We've concluded that you will be placed into a Summer school program following which you will again take an exam to ensure graduation and placement into active duty.”
Ukarsh is dejected and angry. Without a word, he leaves through the next door, into the hall. You hear him curse loudly in the hallway.
Crumbleton continues, “Bizzlecork Humbledunk. You performed admirably during the written portion of the exam. During combat you were not a standout combatant, but your contributions in support of your peers kept them standing. There is a contingent within The Shield and Blade of Mal that is concerned of your heritage. Personally, I expect you to prove your detractors wrong.” Dregg and Stein side glance at each other with disgust at mention of the goblin’s heritage. “Welcome to the illustrious order of The Shield and Blade of Mal!”
Crumbleton places a deep blue cloak around Bizzlecork’s shoulders, then hands him a sealed envelope.
Following this, Dregg steps forward. “McHammer, I think you are a fool and a dim-wit. We've determined, though, that you're skilled enough--barely--to be accepted into The Shield and Blade of Mal.” He tosses a blue cloak in McHammer's direction and extends an envelope to him with a grimace.
Stein steps forward with eyes on Esteban. “Esteban. I've been quite hard on you throughout your education here. I've put you through harder trials than I have any of your classmates. I suspect you think of this tough-love as a sign of favoritism. I assure you it is not favoritism. Since the day you began, I have seen something dark in you. I have long suspected that you lack the empathy and altruism required of a member of the order. The difficulty of my tutelage has been an attempt to break you--an attempt to force you to expose your core of cruelty. To my chagrin, you have performed acceptably. You are accepted into The Shield and Blade of Mal. I will continue to monitor you. If you expose what I fear is within you, there will be dire consequences.” He places a blue cloak around Esteban’s shoulders and hands him an envelope.
Dregg and Stein step back again, leaving Crumbleton in the lead to say, “Welcome to The Shield and Blade of Mal. Your assignment of duty are within your envelopes. You are expected to appear on assignment beginning tomorrow morning. Good luck.”
McHammer opens his envelope anxious to see the Christmas card from Dregg. Instead of a Christmas card, McHammer finds a sheet of paper. His assignment?
The Grand Library of Mal.
Esteban and Bizzlecork open their assignments to find the same.
All three have been assigned... to be glorified library security guards...
"I went through hell and back to become glorified library security. Talk about frustrating. At least there may be some books that can help me brush up on my magic."
"Maybe if we perform well on this assignment we'll be given something a little more prestigious?" Bizzlecork weakly speculates. He then mumbles, "Would be quite a kick in the gobs to be put to pasture with our first assignment..."
He shakes off the discouragement, saying "Well, I haven't had a drink in a while--studying for the finals and all. Anyone care to join me for a pint or two?"
Bizzlecork steps into attack range.
"Enough with the innuendo! There are children-sized characters in the room!"
He mace-bashes the elemental with everything he's got!
Attack: 18 Damage: 2
And everything he's got isn't much. But it's at least something.
Esteban is fed up with this crappy game.
"Time to show you what I am made of"
I spend my inspiration.
Cast: Chaos Bolt
Attack: 21 Damage: 13 Psychic Damage
The dust elemental blows apart into dust... but the much less dangerous and sentient type of dust.
As with the other elementals, though, its explosive death effects those surrounding it.
Con saves (DC 10):
Bizzlecork: 17, McHammer: 19
McHammer's sick shades protect his eyes, but Bizzlecork is rendered blind by the flying dust. "Ouch!" he yells as he hits his head on the table's edge. Fortunately, his blindness is short-lived as there comes restorative rays from the balcony above. Stein has used a wand to return everyone to full health.
Dregg sighs and says "Alright... head into the next room. We'll be down after talking over your performance."
Esteban physically looks annoyed. Frustrated that he carried the whole team. He mutters very sarcastically, "Good job guys" as he leaves the room.
"Are we done with the written portion? There were more questions." Bizzlecork asks, but the instructors are leaving the balcony and don't provide a response. "Oh, okay, we're just done then." Bizzlecork follows Esteban through to the next room.
Ukarsh quietly leaves as well.
McHammer walks to the next room, strutting like an *******.
After waiting in the room for a few minutes more than are comfortable, Crumbleton, Dregg, and Stein enter through a side door. Crumbleton steps ahead of the other two and begins, “We’ve discussed your performance and have reach decisions regarding your grades--and placements within the Shield and Blade of Mal.
“Firstly, Ukarsh. I suspect that you are capable of more than you displayed today. Your written portion--while admittedly of minor importance to the final exam overall--was impressively unimpressive. It's almost as if you tried to get every answer wrong. Were this our only concern regarding your performance it would be one thing, but your contribution to the combat portion was also lacking. We've concluded that you will be placed into a Summer school program following which you will again take an exam to ensure graduation and placement into active duty.”
Ukarsh is dejected and angry. Without a word, he leaves through the next door, into the hall. You hear him curse loudly in the hallway.
Crumbleton continues, “Bizzlecork Humbledunk. You performed admirably during the written portion of the exam. During combat you were not a standout combatant, but your contributions in support of your peers kept them standing. There is a contingent within The Shield and Blade of Mal that is concerned of your heritage. Personally, I expect you to prove your detractors wrong.” Dregg and Stein side glance at each other with disgust at mention of the goblin’s heritage. “Welcome to the illustrious order of The Shield and Blade of Mal!”
Crumbleton places a deep blue cloak around Bizzlecork’s shoulders, then hands him a sealed envelope.
Following this, Dregg steps forward. “McHammer, I think you are a fool and a dim-wit. We've determined, though, that you're skilled enough--barely--to be accepted into The Shield and Blade of Mal.” He tosses a blue cloak in McHammer's direction and extends an envelope to him with a grimace.
Stein steps forward with eyes on Esteban. “Esteban. I've been quite hard on you throughout your education here. I've put you through harder trials than I have any of your classmates. I suspect you think of this tough-love as a sign of favoritism. I assure you it is not favoritism. Since the day you began, I have seen something dark in you. I have long suspected that you lack the empathy and altruism required of a member of the order. The difficulty of my tutelage has been an attempt to break you--an attempt to force you to expose your core of cruelty. To my chagrin, you have performed acceptably. You are accepted into The Shield and Blade of Mal. I will continue to monitor you. If you expose what I fear is within you, there will be dire consequences.” He places a blue cloak around Esteban’s shoulders and hands him an envelope.
Dregg and Stein step back again, leaving Crumbleton in the lead to say, “Welcome to The Shield and Blade of Mal. Your assignment of duty are within your envelopes. You are expected to appear on assignment beginning tomorrow morning. Good luck.”
Aw man, I thought Dregg gave me a Christmas card :(
McHammer opens his envelope anxious to see the Christmas card from Dregg. Instead of a Christmas card, McHammer finds a sheet of paper. His assignment?
The Grand Library of Mal.
Esteban and Bizzlecork open their assignments to find the same.
All three have been assigned... to be glorified library security guards...
"I went through hell and back to become glorified library security. Talk about frustrating. At least there may be some books that can help me brush up on my magic."
"Maybe if we perform well on this assignment we'll be given something a little more prestigious?" Bizzlecork weakly speculates. He then mumbles, "Would be quite a kick in the gobs to be put to pasture with our first assignment..."
He shakes off the discouragement, saying "Well, I haven't had a drink in a while--studying for the finals and all. Anyone care to join me for a pint or two?"
"I guess a drink would not be too horrible." - Follows Bizz