Ka'Truu was one of the first to get up as the Giff entered their dorm, the benefit of not needing sleep. As the group was informed of their tasks for the day, the insectoid creature accepted the new colors, attempting to adjust them over his more alien physiology. When Karlis began to speak, he'd click his mandibles together in agreement, his voice then echoed in the minds of the rest, "Food first. Then inspection. Then we split up for our martial or arcane courses. Yes?"
Smoke nods " I don't have any knowledge in arcanes, but I do know how fight with my rapier. I am keen to show my skills once again" she adds with a lot of confidence. She first decides to go use her money on good equipment and buys a new studded armor, a quiver, a healer kit and a deck of cards.
But before heading to the armoury, Smoke taps gently Giff's shoulder to draw its attention. "I saw the signs around about disintegration and thefts. What is this about ? Should we be concern about our possessions ? Also, just by curiosity.... what sanctions do you give to the thieves ?"
Trinni's helmet clicks shut, and then she picks up her new red uniform. It takes some time — at first, the back half gets folded over and so the neck hole disappears, then she realizes she has it on inside out and has to adjust again — but she finally gets the cloth on over her metal armor. After carefully balancing the blue cap onto the top of her helmet, she unthinkingly opens it, and the cap goes flying. "Blast!" she says, sounding more amused than upset. She stomps over and picks up the cap. "I guess I should wear it on my head. No need to close my helmet when we're not in battle." She once again adjusts the cap to situate it off center so that one of her two hair poofs is covered. "Time for breakfast?" she asks the group brightly.
" We don't much appreciate thieves around here. We kind of throw them overboard. " He has lost his smiling nature for a second before grinning again. " Real disintegration I assure you. ... Poof "
"The packs are already ready if you need the money. They are just outside of the room. "
For those heading to buy some things:
In the store, there are lots of weapons and armor. It seems like a large hold has been dumped here but the small automate knows where everything is placed.
MISTER BLIP (ACADEMY QUARTERMASTER)
These are informations that are easy to gather. You may take what you want from it and RP it. I ll let you all play him as you want but keep it consistent.
Autognome Quartermaster
Mister Blip is an odd but well-loved member of Spelljammer Academy. During a ship attack some years ago, the autognome’s creator was slain and his memories were lost. With no purpose to speak of, Mister Blip wandered aimlessly, and eventually encountered Boatswain Tarto in her travels. The hadozee invited the autognome to Spelljammer Academy, and he’s been there ever since.
Mister Blip is a walking encyclopedia of knowledge on all subjects related to spelljamming. Chances are if you have a question, he’s got a dozen different answers for it—and usually doesn’t stop opining until asked to be quiet. His quarters are an absolute mess, featuring half a dozen tables piled high with tomes, curiosities, and devices of unknown purpose.
Mister Blip wears a smart-looking leather apron with a score of tools of various purpose tucked into tiny leather loops. The only other article of clothing he wears is a black felt bowler cap. The color of his eyes changes depending on his mood: green if he’s feeling inquisitive, blue when determined, red for angry, yellow when excited, and pink if he’s proud, among others. A long, smartly crafted bronze mustache completes his ensemble.
Quote: “If you’re looking for a quick answer, I’m probably not the best place to find it.”
Karlis made his bunk and left his green uniform folded neatly atop it, then slipped the red one over his armor. He thanked the giff, then turned to the thri-kreen, pausing to stare at the gnome as she struggled with the garment.
"Breakfast it is, then, and then I think we should go up to the sky deck. Looks like we have the run of this spire so long as we don't go out of bounds. I think that so long as we get to the ship's store before the evening meal, we should be well."
The eladrin left the room, sniffing expectantly for the smell of food. He examined the packs, looking for his, before strolling off in search of the mess hall.
Tyrilia also changed into her red uniform. The young half-elven cleric took some time fussing over her appearance and fixing her hair and make up before she was ready:
"I'd be happy to get breakfast,"she says cheerfully as she joins Karlis. "I think better on a full stomach!"
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Ka'Truu was one of the first to get up as the Giff entered their dorm, the benefit of not needing sleep. As the group was informed of their tasks for the day, the insectoid creature accepted the new colors, attempting to adjust them over his more alien physiology. When Karlis began to speak, he'd click his mandibles together in agreement, his voice then echoed in the minds of the rest, "Food first. Then inspection. Then we split up for our martial or arcane courses. Yes?"
Smoke nods " I don't have any knowledge in arcanes, but I do know how fight with my rapier. I am keen to show my skills once again" she adds with a lot of confidence.
She first decides to go use her money on good equipment and buys a new studded armor, a quiver, a healer kit and a deck of cards.
But before heading to the armoury, Smoke taps gently Giff's shoulder to draw its attention. "I saw the signs around about disintegration and thefts. What is this about ? Should we be concern about our possessions ? Also, just by curiosity.... what sanctions do you give to the thieves ?"
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Trinni's helmet clicks shut, and then she picks up her new red uniform. It takes some time — at first, the back half gets folded over and so the neck hole disappears, then she realizes she has it on inside out and has to adjust again — but she finally gets the cloth on over her metal armor. After carefully balancing the blue cap onto the top of her helmet, she unthinkingly opens it, and the cap goes flying. "Blast!" she says, sounding more amused than upset. She stomps over and picks up the cap. "I guess I should wear it on my head. No need to close my helmet when we're not in battle." She once again adjusts the cap to situate it off center so that one of her two hair poofs is covered. "Time for breakfast?" she asks the group brightly.
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" We don't much appreciate thieves around here. We kind of throw them overboard. " He has lost his smiling nature for a second before grinning again. " Real disintegration I assure you. ... Poof "
"The packs are already ready if you need the money. They are just outside of the room. "
For those heading to buy some things:
In the store, there are lots of weapons and armor. It seems like a large hold has been dumped here but the small automate knows where everything is placed.
MISTER BLIP (ACADEMY QUARTERMASTER)
These are informations that are easy to gather. You may take what you want from it and RP it. I ll let you all play him as you want but keep it consistent.
Autognome Quartermaster
Mister Blip is an odd but well-loved member of Spelljammer Academy. During a ship attack some years ago, the autognome’s creator was slain and his memories were lost. With no purpose to speak of, Mister Blip wandered aimlessly, and eventually encountered Boatswain Tarto in her travels. The hadozee invited the autognome to Spelljammer Academy, and he’s been there ever since.
Mister Blip is a walking encyclopedia of knowledge on all subjects related to spelljamming. Chances are if you have a question, he’s got a dozen different answers for it—and usually doesn’t stop opining until asked to be quiet. His quarters are an absolute mess, featuring half a dozen tables piled high with tomes, curiosities, and devices of unknown purpose.
Mister Blip wears a smart-looking leather apron with a score of tools of various purpose tucked into tiny leather loops. The only other article of clothing he wears is a black felt bowler cap. The color of his eyes changes depending on his mood: green if he’s feeling inquisitive, blue when determined, red for angry, yellow when excited, and pink if he’s proud, among others. A long, smartly crafted bronze mustache completes his ensemble.
Quote: “If you’re looking for a quick answer, I’m probably not the best place to find it.”
Karlis made his bunk and left his green uniform folded neatly atop it, then slipped the red one over his armor. He thanked the giff, then turned to the thri-kreen, pausing to stare at the gnome as she struggled with the garment.
"Breakfast it is, then, and then I think we should go up to the sky deck. Looks like we have the run of this spire so long as we don't go out of bounds. I think that so long as we get to the ship's store before the evening meal, we should be well."
The eladrin left the room, sniffing expectantly for the smell of food. He examined the packs, looking for his, before strolling off in search of the mess hall.
Tyrilia also changed into her red uniform. The young half-elven cleric took some time fussing over her appearance and fixing her hair and make up before she was ready:
"I'd be happy to get breakfast," she says cheerfully as she joins Karlis. "I think better on a full stomach!"