Rel pauses, caught in a rare moment of indecision. A spelljammer? Me?He'd never considered the possibility that he would be allowed to apply for such a role, assuming that his mundane background would have limited him to working in the galley, or swabbing decks.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! Maybe if I flunk out of spelljamming, they'll allow me to transfer over.
Hesitatingly, he reaches for the Spelljammer application, almost expecting Sor'Kur to slap his hand away and the others to ridicule him.
Xavier, who had been mostly silent for the last few minutes, looked at the two options. A stirring of anger started in the pit of his stomach. Why the hell did he get blocked out of an actually important role ((ooc I know all roles are important, Xavier doesn't)) just because he couldn't shoot fireballs out of his hands. It wasn't fair. He had that Ki thing his higher ups at the monastery were always talking about. He wasn't sure he was quite at that level yet ((comedy)) but that ought to count for something right? However, despite all the thoughts swirling through his head, his voice remained calm. "Um Ms? Is there anyway a guy like me can spelljam? I'm really good with my hands, and I'm pretty good with directions and handling of things. I'm a quick learner too." He stood, awaiting her response. Not really expecting much in the way of sympathy, but hoping nonetheless.
((Ooc my homie I'm willing to multiclass a bit into a caster of something if you give my punch man a chance.)
Roy hangs back watching what the others choose to see where his skills will be most needed.
(OOC: As an artificer Roy could go either way and his nature is to just "blend in" and be as unremarkable and as unnoticed as possible, not stealthy like a thief or a rogue but as someone who knows that the nail sticking up gets hammered down)
Zaius moves to the desk and takes an application for the Corps in one hand, a pen in the other, and his right foot grabs an apple that had fallen from his pack before it could roll across the floor. “The Corps is where I want to be.” He shoots a look at Xavier and gives him an elbow “Why do you want to spelljam? Stuck in a chair, head in the stars, instead of out where the action is. I will take a deck under my feet and a blade in my hand any day. And the jammer on my last ship was a real stick in the mud.”He pauses and introduces himself to the others “Name is Zaius. Would be good to get to know everyone if we are going to be classmates.” He completes his application and returns it to Sor'Kur with a smile.
"Ah," Sor'kur glances at her forms, "Cadet Imwe, yes? I do not know the technical details, yes, but I understand one must be able to cast spells to use a spelljamming helm. But it is true that some people, yes, come into their magical abilities later in life, and sometimes are able to apply transfer between the branches. Instructor Abizjin would be able to tell you more. Yes," she gestures at Xavier in a way that Gloix would recognize as being sympathetic.
"Ah," Sor'kur glances at her forms, "Cadet Imwe, yes? I do not know the technical details, yes, but I understand one must be able to cast spells to use a spelljamming helm. But it is true that some people, yes, come into their magical abilities later in life, and sometimes are able to apply transfer between the branches. Instructor Abizjin would be able to tell you more. Yes," she gestures at Xavier in a way that Gloix would recognize as being sympathetic.
(Ooc you made a point of saying gloix knowing it's sympathetic. Does Xavier? He doesn't really have much experience with thri-keen)
Xavier sighs. Trying to think of something insulting to say, but finding nothing. Maybe this was why his monastery all wore masks. So people wouldn't see them get angry. He did a pretty good job of not looking disappointed, but it was definitely there. "Fine. Um then I guess I don't really have a choice." He reaches for the Spelljammer corps application, and puts his name down. He then turns to Rel, the only person to put himself down as a spelljammer. He felt a wave of jealously flood through him. Why should this loudmouth get to be the captain just because he had magic. It wasn't fair. But he gave a wan smile towards him and spoke. "Alright. Guess we'll be working under you captain." He tried to sound friendly, but there was an edge to his voice that he couldn't stamp out.
Zaius lets out a laugh and hoot at Xavier’s last comment “Captain? The spelljammer isn’t the Captain. Doesn’t have to be anyway, they are just the ones driving. I suppose some could do both. Don’t worry, bud, I am sure you will get your fill of excitement in the Corps”He gives Xavier a playful nudge on the shoulder and waits to see which path his other new companions choose.
Zaius lets out a laugh and hoot at Xavier’s last comment “Captain? The spelljammer isn’t the Captain. Doesn’t have to be anyway, they are just the ones driving. I suppose some could do both. Don’t worry, bud, I am sure you will get your fill of excitement in the Corps”He gives Xavier a playful nudge on the shoulder and waits to see which path his other new companions choose.
Xavier gives a nervous laugh, and looks away from Zaius, a little embarrassed. "I don't know how any of this works ok? I'm from a monastery and they don't exactly hand out spelljamming pamphlets. But yeah, here's hoping. I'm pretty good at hitting people with my stick, apparently that will be the only way I'm gonna contribute to this group. Just point me to the bad guys and I'll bonk 'em... I guess"
[In the interest of keeping things moving, I'll assume for now that Gloix and Enarie, both 'pure' casters, will join the Spelljammers and keep going]
Sor'kur collects your filled out forms, exclaiming happily, "Excellent, yes! Welcome to Spelljammer Academy! Now, your induction packets," she produces from behind the desks, arms working bucket-chain style, a collection of items for each of you. First is a small cloth pack, "Your uniform, yes, and a spare. Red, for cadet security level. Also toiletries as are needed by various species, yes?" Next she exchanges your green visitor helmets for blue ones, "Blue security access is temporarily granted, yes, for completion of your orientation activities. And yes, here is your orientation activity list." She hands each of you a piece of parchment with a checklist written in a neat hand:
On the back a second piece of text has been added, in different handwriting:
"Be sure to stay within designated security zones, yes," and she explains the color-coded security levels: the green visitor access you previously had allows access only to the sea dock, administration and simulation chambers; the red cadet access that you now hold allows you to access the cadet quarters, stores and various training areas. The blue sailor level gives access to the cargo areas and the sky dock; you have this temporarily in order to visit the sky dock for orientation. Above that is the purple officer level, and finally the gold bridge clearance. Each level includes all the access privileges of the lower levels.
"... and stop at checkpoints. They do not joke, yes, about disintegration." Sor'kur seems a little disturbed by this fact. Brightening, she continues, "Ah, last, yes, requisition voucher for required equipment," a second piece of parchment for each of you is marked as being redeemable at the academy stores for 50 gp of gear. "Already you can cross off the first orientation activity, yes?"
Xavier looks at the piece of parchment he's been given, still a little bitter, but getting more of a handle on it. He looks up, eyes wide as he Recieves a 50 gp voucher for armor and weapons. Not that he really needed it. A staff only cost a couple silvers on the expensive side. He looks around at his fellow companions, a playful smile beginning to break onto his face. "50 GP? That could buy me a gold plated wooden stick? Hah. Anybody? Nobody? Ok moving on. So I really only need one of these gold pieces, so should any of you be a little over for what you want to get, I'm more than willing to share. Just like, don't hog it all guys."
Positively vibrating with excitement, Rel accepts the new gear, wondering if the uniform is tailored for satyr-legs. Trying to wear the bluehelmet as jauntily as possible, he follows the others as they search for their bunk assignment.
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Rel pauses, caught in a rare moment of indecision. A spelljammer? Me? He'd never considered the possibility that he would be allowed to apply for such a role, assuming that his mundane background would have limited him to working in the galley, or swabbing decks.
Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! Maybe if I flunk out of spelljamming, they'll allow me to transfer over.
Hesitatingly, he reaches for the Spelljammer application, almost expecting Sor'Kur to slap his hand away and the others to ridicule him.
Back from no service, let's see what I missed
Looks like a lot
Xavier, who had been mostly silent for the last few minutes, looked at the two options. A stirring of anger started in the pit of his stomach. Why the hell did he get blocked out of an actually important role ((ooc I know all roles are important, Xavier doesn't)) just because he couldn't shoot fireballs out of his hands. It wasn't fair. He had that Ki thing his higher ups at the monastery were always talking about. He wasn't sure he was quite at that level yet ((comedy)) but that ought to count for something right? However, despite all the thoughts swirling through his head, his voice remained calm. "Um Ms? Is there anyway a guy like me can spelljam? I'm really good with my hands, and I'm pretty good with directions and handling of things. I'm a quick learner too." He stood, awaiting her response. Not really expecting much in the way of sympathy, but hoping nonetheless.
((Ooc my homie I'm willing to multiclass a bit into a caster of something if you give my punch man a chance.)
Wow did everyone just die? Where Are y'all
I mean today is Friday so y'all prolly got plans. I'm just impatient.
I'm sry
Roy hangs back watching what the others choose to see where his skills will be most needed.
(OOC: As an artificer Roy could go either way and his nature is to just "blend in" and be as unremarkable and as unnoticed as possible, not stealthy like a thief or a rogue but as someone who knows that the nail sticking up gets hammered down)
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Zaius moves to the desk and takes an application for the Corps in one hand, a pen in the other, and his right foot grabs an apple that had fallen from his pack before it could roll across the floor. “The Corps is where I want to be.” He shoots a look at Xavier and gives him an elbow “Why do you want to spelljam? Stuck in a chair, head in the stars, instead of out where the action is. I will take a deck under my feet and a blade in my hand any day. And the jammer on my last ship was a real stick in the mud.” He pauses and introduces himself to the others “Name is Zaius. Would be good to get to know everyone if we are going to be classmates.” He completes his application and returns it to Sor'Kur with a smile.
"Ah," Sor'kur glances at her forms, "Cadet Imwe, yes? I do not know the technical details, yes, but I understand one must be able to cast spells to use a spelljamming helm. But it is true that some people, yes, come into their magical abilities later in life, and sometimes are able to apply transfer between the branches. Instructor Abizjin would be able to tell you more. Yes," she gestures at Xavier in a way that Gloix would recognize as being sympathetic.
(Ooc you made a point of saying gloix knowing it's sympathetic. Does Xavier? He doesn't really have much experience with thri-keen)
((executive decision. He doesn't.))
Xavier sighs. Trying to think of something insulting to say, but finding nothing. Maybe this was why his monastery all wore masks. So people wouldn't see them get angry. He did a pretty good job of not looking disappointed, but it was definitely there. "Fine. Um then I guess I don't really have a choice." He reaches for the Spelljammer corps application, and puts his name down. He then turns to Rel, the only person to put himself down as a spelljammer. He felt a wave of jealously flood through him. Why should this loudmouth get to be the captain just because he had magic. It wasn't fair. But he gave a wan smile towards him and spoke. "Alright. Guess we'll be working under you captain." He tried to sound friendly, but there was an edge to his voice that he couldn't stamp out.
Zaius lets out a laugh and hoot at Xavier’s last comment “Captain? The spelljammer isn’t the Captain. Doesn’t have to be anyway, they are just the ones driving. I suppose some could do both. Don’t worry, bud, I am sure you will get your fill of excitement in the Corps” He gives Xavier a playful nudge on the shoulder and waits to see which path his other new companions choose.
(OOC I don't think Enarie or Gloix have chosen yet, have they?)
Xavier gives a nervous laugh, and looks away from Zaius, a little embarrassed. "I don't know how any of this works ok? I'm from a monastery and they don't exactly hand out spelljamming pamphlets. But yeah, here's hoping. I'm pretty good at hitting people with my stick, apparently that will be the only way I'm gonna contribute to this group. Just point me to the bad guys and I'll bonk 'em... I guess"
(Gloix is camping rn, and Enarie hasn't seemed to do much in a while, don't know if he inactive)
Actually it hasn't been as long as I thought nm
[In the interest of keeping things moving, I'll assume for now that Gloix and Enarie, both 'pure' casters, will join the Spelljammers and keep going]
Sor'kur collects your filled out forms, exclaiming happily, "Excellent, yes! Welcome to Spelljammer Academy! Now, your induction packets," she produces from behind the desks, arms working bucket-chain style, a collection of items for each of you. First is a small cloth pack, "Your uniform, yes, and a spare. Red, for cadet security level. Also toiletries as are needed by various species, yes?" Next she exchanges your green visitor helmets for blue ones, "Blue security access is temporarily granted, yes, for completion of your orientation activities. And yes, here is your orientation activity list." She hands each of you a piece of parchment with a checklist written in a neat hand:
On the back a second piece of text has been added, in different handwriting:
"Be sure to stay within designated security zones, yes," and she explains the color-coded security levels: the green visitor access you previously had allows access only to the sea dock, administration and simulation chambers; the red cadet access that you now hold allows you to access the cadet quarters, stores and various training areas. The blue sailor level gives access to the cargo areas and the sky dock; you have this temporarily in order to visit the sky dock for orientation. Above that is the purple officer level, and finally the gold bridge clearance. Each level includes all the access privileges of the lower levels.
"... and stop at checkpoints. They do not joke, yes, about disintegration." Sor'kur seems a little disturbed by this fact. Brightening, she continues, "Ah, last, yes, requisition voucher for required equipment," a second piece of parchment for each of you is marked as being redeemable at the academy stores for 50 gp of gear. "Already you can cross off the first orientation activity, yes?"
Roy collects his red uniform and blue visor and heads for the cadet quarters to receive his bunk assignment.
Oriovar - Wood Elf Cleric (1) - Sword Coast Campaign
Roy Quigley - Human Artificer (1) - Karrion's Spelljammer Academy Starboard
Xavier looks at the piece of parchment he's been given, still a little bitter, but getting more of a handle on it. He looks up, eyes wide as he Recieves a 50 gp voucher for armor and weapons. Not that he really needed it. A staff only cost a couple silvers on the expensive side. He looks around at his fellow companions, a playful smile beginning to break onto his face. "50 GP? That could buy me a gold plated wooden stick? Hah. Anybody? Nobody? Ok moving on. So I really only need one of these gold pieces, so should any of you be a little over for what you want to get, I'm more than willing to share. Just like, don't hog it all guys."
He then collects the visor and uniform and follows Roy
Positively vibrating with excitement, Rel accepts the new gear, wondering if the uniform is tailored for satyr-legs. Trying to wear the blue helmet as jauntily as possible, he follows the others as they search for their bunk assignment.