Jedavii waves to the dwarven woman as he approaches the table. “I didn’t know there’d be other students who worked out here! Mind if I join ya? My name’s Jedavii.”
"What era is that plate from?" Robin asks the loxodon as she walks up to the table eyeing the full plate armor he has on.
The loxodon looks up from the book he was reading and smiles at Robin. "Ah, this? This is a set of armor that was worn by one of the sworn Irontusk guardians of Tuffulus Androz, a great loxodon champion during the wars of the Blood Age. It's an antique - older than this school, even! Old Tuffy is a hero of mine, really,"They state, a little bashful. "Though I suppose such admiration isn't uncommon among loxodon history students. Oh, but where are my manners? I am Rampart Sooviij. I'm judging by your robes that you must be a fellow first year. What is your name? Are you interested in joining the Historical Society?"
Jedavii waves to the dwarven woman as he approaches the table. “I didn’t know there’d be other students who worked out here! Mind if I join ya? My name’s Jedavii.”
The dwarf looks up from her bicep curls and lets out a friendly laugh. "Oh, what's up, dude?! Yeah, for real, a lot of the folks who come here are in it for building up their brain mass, but there are some who are here for more than just mind gains, you know? Me and my brothers and sisters are always happy to welcome another member to our iron temple, bro, just sign your name right here! I'm Greta, by the way, Greta Gorunn! I'd get up to shake your hand, but it was leg day yesterday and I've got a bad case of the doms, so I'm sticking to seated bicep curls today."
“Sounds like a helluva good time!” Jedavii eagerly puts his name down. “Yeah, gotta keep myself in shape - otherwise there’s a pile of unopened jars and heavy crates back at Petal Village that I won’t be able to take care of! I’m the guy they call for that kind of stuff!”
He giggles. “We actually don’t have too much iron to spare back at the village, so bench presses are a rod with one or two halflings hanging off of each side! Which is pretty good exercise - until they tickle you or get hungry. Lots of good stories to tell ya, from home. Lookin’ forward to it!”
Eager to introduce himself, Hark approaches the male dryad and the female owlin. "Student-Mages of Faith, yes? I'm Harkarian Drim and would very much like to become part of this group."
"Well met then Rampart." Robin says with a small curtsy. She nods eagerly to him. "Yes I would love to join the historical society. My name is Robin." History check to see if she knows much about the time period of the armor... 21
(Assuming that gets her at least something...) Robin would speak to Rampart, discussing the time period in question as well as discussing this hero of his to the extent she has knowledge of those things.
“Sounds like a helluva good time!” Jedavii eagerly puts his name down. “Yeah, gotta keep myself in shape - otherwise there’s a pile of unopened jars and heavy crates back at Petal Village that I won’t be able to take care of! I’m the guy they call for that kind of stuff!”
He giggles. “We actually don’t have too much iron to spare back at the village, so bench presses are a rod with one or two halflings hanging off of each side! Which is pretty good exercise - until they tickle you or get hungry. Lots of good stories to tell ya, from home. Lookin’ forward to it!”
Greta's eyes go wide. "Dude, I think you just gave me a great idea for a first meeting icebreaker. Cooperative bench pressing! It'll be a freakin' blast, man. Glad to have you on board! Our first meeting is next week in the Center Campus Gym at 5:30. I'll see you there! Wear clothing fit for pumping iron and getting those gains, and there'll be free protein shakes!"
Eager to introduce himself, Hark approaches the male dryad and the female owlin. "Student-Mages of Faith, yes? I'm Harkarian Drim and would very much like to become part of this group."
The owlin and the dryad smile at your approach. "Yes, we are the representatives for Student-Mages of Faith. You may call me Melwythorne. Well met,"The dryad states.
"And I'm Shuvadri Glintmantle,"The owlin quickly follows up, utterly serene. "Thank you for expressing interest. Just sign your name here on this roster, and join us at our first meeting next week. It will be here in this room at 7:00 PM."
"Well met then Rampart." Robin says with a small curtsy. She nods eagerly to him. "Yes I would love to join the historical society. My name is Robin." History check to see if she knows much about the time period of the armor... 21
(Assuming that gets her at least something...) Robin would speak to Rampart, discussing the time period in question as well as discussing this hero of his to the extent she has knowledge of those things.
Robin and Rampart talk at length about the wars of the Blood Age and the various historical figures associated with them, and the loxodon is beaming the whole time. "Your knowledge and insight into this plane's history is incredible, Robin! You simply must join the Society. I think you'll make quite a good impression on the other members! Please, sign your name on this roster and join us next week for our first meeting of the term. It will be in one of the Biblioplex lecture halls at 4:00. We'll be deciding which historic topics to focus on for the next month, so prepare anything you would like to see discussed!"
Canon approaches the woman at the band stall, looming over the table. “Uh, hi,” he begins excitedly, “this is for the people that do music? I do music! At least I’m told that’s what it is.”
“Oh, I made this!” He continues, reaching behind himself and drawing his axe. He holds it across himself, hilt up and to the left, right hand over the head. Then he operates some mechanism, and five wires are raised up, running along the haft from just above the grip to the shoulder. He raises his right hand, and takes out his shortbow, and kneels down, placing the head of the axe on the ground, and draws the string of the bow across the wires.
When the horrible, discordant screeching sound dies down, he looks up, wide-eyed with expectation.
Some of the people at the nearby tables look at Karrion in confusion, but the dark-haired woman at the band stall does not seem fazed. In fact, she seems a little impressed. "Wow, you made this instrument? That's remarkable,"She says, giving a bit of a golf clap. "I think you have some... potential. I'm Aurora Luna Wynterstarr. If you'd like to join the Show Band Association, just sign your name right here. Our first meeting is next week at 6:30. Bring your instrument and prepare an excerpt to play as a sort of 'audition.' There's plenty of sheet music you can borrow here in the Biblioplex."
"That would be amazing." Robin said, as she signed her name. She smiled as she gave another curtsy. "I'll see you at the meeting then, if not before." She gave a few parting remarks more, then headed off to see where everyone else had gotten to during her discussion on ancient history. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement as she seeks out her companions.
He gives Greta a thumbs up, turns, then thinks out loud: ("Imagine competitive bench press, though, like you've got one guy sitting normally and another guy strapped upside-down with a reverse gravity spell, then they both push upwards... huh...")
He, too, rejoins the rest of the group, hopping with anticipation.
"Well, a couple of my aunts are the clan's head smith and bowyer, they helped cast some of the parts and figure out the spring arrangement," Canon confesses. The aunts had mostly agreed in order to get Canon to stop pestering them, and maybe with a slim hope that they might be able to redirect him to a more appropriate career. They did get more invested, though, when they started to think that a similar mechanism might be adapted to increase the draw weight of their longbows. "And it's still sort of unfinished. I think I need a way to adjust the tension on each string, then I'd be able to control the ratio of one to the next. And maybe some kind of lever here would let me kind of… bend the pitch… Oh, yes, my name. I'm Canon," he says as he writes it on the sign-up sheet. "I'll see you next week!"
Canon grins as he walks away to find the others. Potential! None of the clan ever said I had that! But, his smile turns slightly nervous, Audition? From sheet music? He's seen music written down, of course, in books Mr Nevarish brought for him, alongside concepts like mixolydian modes and subdominant functional harmonies and four-chord plagal cascade loops, but he's never quite figured out how the dots and lines on the paper relate to sounds in the air…
You all head out of the Student Activities Center, eagerly chatting with one another about the day's events. The Hall of Oracles is just ahead, where you'll meet with Professor Sharpbeak again to wrap up your orientation. What a day it has been! Not only have you met fellow students, but you've gotten more acquainted with the Biblioplex, gotten your hands on some fun magic items and eaten some refreshing food from the cafe, to boot!
The joyous and energetic atmosphere of the first floor is shattered by panicked shouting.
“That trunk!” a young elf screams, pointing toward the stacks as she runs by. “That trunk has teeth! Please, anyone, stop it!”
Chaos erupts in the library as students stream in all directions, their books and papers flying as they shout in fear. In the Western Stacks study area where the Live-Action Role Play Guild was working on monster costumes, one of the costume trunks has come to life and is tearing through the Guild's assembled materials. Its hinged lid clamps down like a jaw as it tears off a table leg with razor sharp... teeth? The only faculty mages in sight are trying to deal with panicked students. You can’t just let some monster ruin the first day of classes, especially one that's only 30 feet away! Time to step up!
(OOC: For the sake of convenience I'll roll all your initiatives for you - you can check my work in the campaign log. Since you'll only be going against one enemy combatant, we'll use theatre of the mind to carry this one out.)
20 - Marius
16 - Hark and Canon
10 - Trunk with Teeth
9 - Robin
5 - Jedavii
Starting from the top: Marius is the quickest to react, and it is his turn in the first combat encounter of the game!
(For some reason it's only showing the roll I made for Canon in the Campaign Log, but rest assured that these are the rolls that were made. Apologies for the inconvenience!)
Marius thrusts his hand forward and shouts a word in what sounds like Sylvan, the skin on his shoulders and forearms briefly flaring with patches of glowing purplish-blue before returning to normal.
(DM, that's a DC 13 Int Save or 4 psychic damage and -1d4 on next saving throw before the end of Marius' next turn (mind sliver).)
Canon's day had been going so well. He'd met some people, seen more books than he ever dreamed possible, a pretty woman complimented his music, and best of all, nobody had asked him to kill anything. Well, no way is he going to let some jumped-up luggage ruin this for him.
Canon's face takes on a cold determination as his training, drilled into him since before he could even walk, takes over [bonus action: rage]. He draws his axe for the second time today as he advances on the creature. There's no fiddling with springs and wires this time; anyone that saw his demonstration earlier would be reminded that, whatever else the axe may become, it also remains a large chunk of sharpened steel at the end of a heavy stick. Steel that Canon now swings at the trunk with all his strength. [Attack18 for 10 damage]
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Jedavii waves to the dwarven woman as he approaches the table. “I didn’t know there’d be other students who worked out here! Mind if I join ya? My name’s Jedavii.”
The loxodon looks up from the book he was reading and smiles at Robin. "Ah, this? This is a set of armor that was worn by one of the sworn Irontusk guardians of Tuffulus Androz, a great loxodon champion during the wars of the Blood Age. It's an antique - older than this school, even! Old Tuffy is a hero of mine, really," They state, a little bashful. "Though I suppose such admiration isn't uncommon among loxodon history students. Oh, but where are my manners? I am Rampart Sooviij. I'm judging by your robes that you must be a fellow first year. What is your name? Are you interested in joining the Historical Society?"
The dwarf looks up from her bicep curls and lets out a friendly laugh. "Oh, what's up, dude?! Yeah, for real, a lot of the folks who come here are in it for building up their brain mass, but there are some who are here for more than just mind gains, you know? Me and my brothers and sisters are always happy to welcome another member to our iron temple, bro, just sign your name right here! I'm Greta, by the way, Greta Gorunn! I'd get up to shake your hand, but it was leg day yesterday and I've got a bad case of the doms, so I'm sticking to seated bicep curls today."
“Sounds like a helluva good time!” Jedavii eagerly puts his name down. “Yeah, gotta keep myself in shape - otherwise there’s a pile of unopened jars and heavy crates back at Petal Village that I won’t be able to take care of! I’m the guy they call for that kind of stuff!”
He giggles. “We actually don’t have too much iron to spare back at the village, so bench presses are a rod with one or two halflings hanging off of each side! Which is pretty good exercise - until they tickle you or get hungry. Lots of good stories to tell ya, from home. Lookin’ forward to it!”
Eager to introduce himself, Hark approaches the male dryad and the female owlin. "Student-Mages of Faith, yes? I'm Harkarian Drim and would very much like to become part of this group."
"Well met then Rampart." Robin says with a small curtsy. She nods eagerly to him. "Yes I would love to join the historical society. My name is Robin."
History check to see if she knows much about the time period of the armor... 21
(Assuming that gets her at least something...)
Robin would speak to Rampart, discussing the time period in question as well as discussing this hero of his to the extent she has knowledge of those things.
Greta's eyes go wide. "Dude, I think you just gave me a great idea for a first meeting icebreaker. Cooperative bench pressing! It'll be a freakin' blast, man. Glad to have you on board! Our first meeting is next week in the Center Campus Gym at 5:30. I'll see you there! Wear clothing fit for pumping iron and getting those gains, and there'll be free protein shakes!"
The owlin and the dryad smile at your approach. "Yes, we are the representatives for Student-Mages of Faith. You may call me Melwythorne. Well met," The dryad states.
"And I'm Shuvadri Glintmantle," The owlin quickly follows up, utterly serene. "Thank you for expressing interest. Just sign your name here on this roster, and join us at our first meeting next week. It will be here in this room at 7:00 PM."
Robin and Rampart talk at length about the wars of the Blood Age and the various historical figures associated with them, and the loxodon is beaming the whole time. "Your knowledge and insight into this plane's history is incredible, Robin! You simply must join the Society. I think you'll make quite a good impression on the other members! Please, sign your name on this roster and join us next week for our first meeting of the term. It will be in one of the Biblioplex lecture halls at 4:00. We'll be deciding which historic topics to focus on for the next month, so prepare anything you would like to see discussed!"
Canon approaches the woman at the band stall, looming over the table. “Uh, hi,” he begins excitedly, “this is for the people that do music? I do music! At least I’m told that’s what it is.”
“Oh, I made this!” He continues, reaching behind himself and drawing his axe. He holds it across himself, hilt up and to the left, right hand over the head. Then he operates some mechanism, and five wires are raised up, running along the haft from just above the grip to the shoulder. He raises his right hand, and takes out his shortbow, and kneels down, placing the head of the axe on the ground, and draws the string of the bow across the wires.
When the horrible, discordant screeching sound dies down, he looks up, wide-eyed with expectation.
Some of the people at the nearby tables look at Karrion in confusion, but the dark-haired woman at the band stall does not seem fazed. In fact, she seems a little impressed. "Wow, you made this instrument? That's remarkable," She says, giving a bit of a golf clap. "I think you have some... potential. I'm Aurora Luna Wynterstarr. If you'd like to join the Show Band Association, just sign your name right here. Our first meeting is next week at 6:30. Bring your instrument and prepare an excerpt to play as a sort of 'audition.' There's plenty of sheet music you can borrow here in the Biblioplex."
"That would be amazing." Robin said, as she signed her name. She smiled as she gave another curtsy. "I'll see you at the meeting then, if not before." She gave a few parting remarks more, then headed off to see where everyone else had gotten to during her discussion on ancient history. Her cheeks are flushed with excitement as she seeks out her companions.
Jedavii grins. "I'll be there! I'm hyped for it!"
He gives Greta a thumbs up, turns, then thinks out loud: ("Imagine competitive bench press, though, like you've got one guy sitting normally and another guy strapped upside-down with a reverse gravity spell, then they both push upwards... huh...")
He, too, rejoins the rest of the group, hopping with anticipation.
Hark adds his name to the roster for Student-Mages of Faith. "Thank you, Melwythorne and Shuvadri. I look forward to seeing you next week."
He then reconnects with Robin, Canon, Jedavvi, and Marius, ready to hear about the clubs they've decided to join.
"Well, a couple of my aunts are the clan's head smith and bowyer, they helped cast some of the parts and figure out the spring arrangement," Canon confesses. The aunts had mostly agreed in order to get Canon to stop pestering them, and maybe with a slim hope that they might be able to redirect him to a more appropriate career. They did get more invested, though, when they started to think that a similar mechanism might be adapted to increase the draw weight of their longbows. "And it's still sort of unfinished. I think I need a way to adjust the tension on each string, then I'd be able to control the ratio of one to the next. And maybe some kind of lever here would let me kind of… bend the pitch… Oh, yes, my name. I'm Canon," he says as he writes it on the sign-up sheet. "I'll see you next week!"
Canon grins as he walks away to find the others. Potential! None of the clan ever said I had that! But, his smile turns slightly nervous, Audition? From sheet music? He's seen music written down, of course, in books Mr Nevarish brought for him, alongside concepts like mixolydian modes and subdominant functional harmonies and four-chord plagal cascade loops, but he's never quite figured out how the dots and lines on the paper relate to sounds in the air…
You all head out of the Student Activities Center, eagerly chatting with one another about the day's events. The Hall of Oracles is just ahead, where you'll meet with Professor Sharpbeak again to wrap up your orientation. What a day it has been! Not only have you met fellow students, but you've gotten more acquainted with the Biblioplex, gotten your hands on some fun magic items and eaten some refreshing food from the cafe, to boot!
The joyous and energetic atmosphere of the first floor is shattered by panicked shouting.
“That trunk!” a young elf screams, pointing toward the stacks as she runs by. “That trunk has teeth! Please, anyone, stop it!”
Chaos erupts in the library as students stream in all directions, their books and papers flying as they shout in fear. In the Western Stacks study area where the Live-Action Role Play Guild was working on monster costumes, one of the costume trunks has come to life and is tearing through the Guild's assembled materials. Its hinged lid clamps down like a jaw as it tears off a table leg with razor sharp... teeth? The only faculty mages in sight are trying to deal with panicked students. You can’t just let some monster ruin the first day of classes, especially one that's only 30 feet away! Time to step up!
(OOC: For the sake of convenience I'll roll all your initiatives for you - you can check my work in the campaign log. Since you'll only be going against one enemy combatant, we'll use theatre of the mind to carry this one out.)
20 - Marius
16 - Hark and Canon
10 - Trunk with Teeth
9 - Robin
5 - Jedavii
Starting from the top: Marius is the quickest to react, and it is his turn in the first combat encounter of the game!
(For some reason it's only showing the roll I made for Canon in the Campaign Log, but rest assured that these are the rolls that were made. Apologies for the inconvenience!)
Marius thrusts his hand forward and shouts a word in what sounds like Sylvan, the skin on his shoulders and forearms briefly flaring with patches of glowing purplish-blue before returning to normal.
(DM, that's a DC 13 Int Save or 4 psychic damage and -1d4 on next saving throw before the end of Marius' next turn (mind sliver).)
Canon's day had been going so well. He'd met some people, seen more books than he ever dreamed possible, a pretty woman complimented his music, and best of all, nobody had asked him to kill anything. Well, no way is he going to let some jumped-up luggage ruin this for him.
Canon's face takes on a cold determination as his training, drilled into him since before he could even walk, takes over [bonus action: rage]. He draws his axe for the second time today as he advances on the creature. There's no fiddling with springs and wires this time; anyone that saw his demonstration earlier would be reminded that, whatever else the axe may become, it also remains a large chunk of sharpened steel at the end of a heavy stick. Steel that Canon now swings at the trunk with all his strength.
[Attack 18 for 10 damage]