The hare nods with understanding. “I know the feeling… it has spurred my wandering for years now.”
After a moment’s thought, he adds: “You aren’t squeamish, are you? I doubt it, considering the types of magic you affiliate with. But people are surprising.”
”I don’t particularly think so. I’ve seen a few gruesome things but nothing that I have not been able to handle this far. Still there is an infinite number of worlds out there so who knows what we will find.”
As the three martials make their way to the Quarters, Warren offers Muck his canteen, "It's whisky. Figured it might stave you over 'till we find the bar." He smiles at the Ooze.
The group heads down a level to reach the outer stairs that lead up to the nexus. As you ascend, you see strange glowing fish swim through the air, phasing through walls as they go. Nobody appears bothered by them. It's interesting to see as their bodies are somewhat transparent yet their scales reflect some off, making a sort of rainbow wave in the air as they go about.
As you enter the nexus level, the first thing you note is the massive orrery taking the center of the room. But there were what seemed to be chair also attacked to the orrery as the planets whir about, along with small ships, not attached but floating about the orrery itself. You see other people, a mix of red, blue, purple uniforms, start to filter out from the there, either heading down or going up to the next levels. The only one remaining was a pale man in a purple uniform.
He busies himself with a floating mirror as he touches up his platinum blonde hair, fixing any stray hairs back into the pompadour. With a snap the mirror vanishes and he turns to greet you all with a bow,
"Greetings, you all must be the spelljammers from the new batch of recruits. I am Saerthe Abizjin, your instructor for your first class at manning the helm."
His eyes seem to linger on you all a moment and you notice how they shine against what should be the white of his eyes but were black as obsidian, making his silver like pupils stand out more. He smiles to himself,
"Hmm, most of the time, there'd be a corp cadet or two curious on how the spelljaming works but nice that I won't have to guide anyone to the viewing room. But enough about that, let's get down to what you all are here for, spelljaming. If each of you can take a seat in a spelljaming helm, please."
He gestures to the chairs attached to the orrery.
[Corps]
The group heads for the stairs, going downward to the gymnasium then past it. It's a bit crowded as the halls constantly have people going to and from places. As you head to the quarters, you pass by the tavern, already with more than a dozen patrons going about there. As you approach the dormitary, you spot a giff in a purple uniform, overseeing people in the dormitary and guiding them to their assigned spots. As he spots the three of you, he lumbers towards you.
"New batch, aye? But uh," He checks a few papers in his hand, "Not all of ya, yes? Eh, no matter, I can get to them when they come around. Anyway, bunks!" He says boisterously, "One for each of ya, along with a footlocker to stash your stuff. Now those 3 over there will be yours. The one on the left is for the one called Adam, the center one for Muck, and the one by the window for a Warren. Feel free to stow your bags and if you got any complaints, come see me and I'll see what I can do for ya."
He looks upward and points past you, "Oi! I see you two, none of that here!" He starts to walk past but pauses, "Ah, almost forgot, the name's Boswell. I'll make sure you all are settled in good...after I deal with these hooligans." He heads off to what seems to be two cadets wrestling with each other.
Zari reaches into his left pocket, drawing from it a length of sinew twine. A severed pair of rabbit feet dangles from the end, dried and delimed, with the pearly ankle bones still extruding. "These..." he mutters, tossing and catching the feet, "...are my father's. 'Tis a tradition of ours, to preserve the feet of loved ones after they pass on... some say the spirit is bound to them, others claim they attract good fortune."
He smiles, gaze growing wistful for a moment. "My father's death left a scar, an insatiable feeling of not-belonging. And who knows... perhaps, amongst those gruesome spectacles and infinite worlds... perhaps I'll find him again. Find purpose, you and I both."
Zaridil tries to hide awe upon spying the orrery, training his eyes on the opulent Saerthe. He nods in response to the greeting, and compliantly takes a seat.
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Warren tips his hat to Boswell as the giff leaves to deal with the hooligans, then makes his way over to his bunk. "Heh, looks like I'm getten the best view." He gestures to the window. Moving to the foot locker, he starts placing some of his belongings into it. At some point he pulls out a cloth wrapped object and pauses. After a moment he puts it back in his satchel. Once finished, he stands up and looks towards Muck and Adam. "Well, I'm finished here. Do ya'll wanna hit the tavern? Grab some food and drink? Or would ya prefer to continue with our tasks/"
Tens, no, hundreds of questions about each and every object in this room were practically written on Mirelda's face. She forced herself to move the eyes from the orrery to Saerthe Abizjin just in time to hear the suggestion to take the place and rushed to one near the planet. The small backpack she dropped bind the chair (maybe getting a room first was not such a bad idea, but that class was too fascinating to postpone!) and froze in place waiting for further instructions and fighting the urge to look at the mechanical contraption in front of her.
Beshlog does his best to get comfortable in one of the chairs that is just a little bit too small for someone of his size... it's almost like there aren't very many Goliath wizards. How strange.
"Right, in the seat," Beshlog says. "Not the most comfy, but only the weak crave comfort at all times. What's next?"
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"Ey Greenie," someone calls out from behind Warren. A confident looking elf sits upon Warren's bunk followed by two other cadets sporting the same red uniform she wore. She kicks the footlocker near the bunk, "Had my eye on this bunk already, so go tell Boswell you wanna swap with Veena. Your new bunk is gonna be over there."The elf points to an unkempt bunk in the noisiest section of the dorm, just outside the washrooms. One of the cadets snicker as Veena points over there. Veena lies back on the bunk, "But you are right greenie, this is the best view."
Warren crosses his arms, "I'm pretty sure you don't get to chose that mate."He looks irritated but doesn't raise his voice. "And I don't want to swap with you, so I'm not going to tell Boswell that I do. I may be Green when it comes to the workings of this ship, but you ain't gonna push me around like I'm some runtish colt. Now, if ya don't mind, get your dirty self off my bunk."
Muck thanks Warren with a nod as a pseudo pod extends out of the side of him taking the canteen and then you see another small pseudo pod extend into canteen opening for a several moments. A closer look at each pseudo pod you can see brown liquid start to flow though Mucks body. After a moment the smaller appendage withdraws from inside the canteen and then Muck hands the canteen back to Warren. "Thank you for that, should tide me over until we meet later on."
From within the dormitory Muck looks at his bunk and then follows along behind Boswell to ask him a question when he is done dealing with whatever is going on. "Sir any chance I can get the bed switched out with a cauldron or bucket of some sort?"
Boswell gives a huff as he has the two cadets, a water genasi and a tabaxi, head towards the refractory. He turns to Muck and ponders for a moment, "Well, can't really take out ye bed but I can check with the petty officer if he has any cauldrons he's not using. Ya can talk with him if you'd like but I can also grab one for ya while ya finish up orientation." Boswell offers, "I'm going to make sure those two troublemakers do their punishment anyway."
Veena rolls her eyes, "Look 'mate', as far as I'm concerned, this bunk has been mine ever since it opened up. We can slug it out if you want, but its three versus one so we can see how that goes. I'll just tell Boswell when he comes around that you're scared of heights and I did you a favor. The noise and smell of the latrines really help ground you. So tut tut, get a move on greenie." She gives a snide grin as she kicks the footlocker once more.
Warren hesitantly takes the canteen back, then smiles. He was not expecting the Ooz to make a straw out of it's body, this is truly an interesting new companion. "Well I'm glad. I'll see ye around."
Warren glances in Boswell's direction, checking if he has left yet or if he is coming back. He's hoping to catch the Giff before he goes to far. He'd dealt with these types before. During his time as deputy sheriff, he'd been the one to break up many of these fights. He knows that, unless he gives in, it's going to lead to a fight.
Perception: 17
Then he looks back at Veena and crosses his arms, "As I said Mate, I ain't gonna be pushed around. Clearly you're a right coward to be threatenin me with yer friends there. I've dealt with yer kind before, you yeller bellies are all the same. You act all tough when in reality, yer just a un-confident jerk tryin to assert dominance on anyone you can to make yourself feel better."He speaks fairly loudly, trying to at least alert Muck and Adam to his predicament, if not Boswell.
He is also trying to intimidate these annoying bullies.
"Now just get accustomed to the feeling first, it will be strange but you'll get used to it as you go." Saerthe says as your chairs start to hum. It starts at your feet, a numbing sensation yet prickly, as if it fell asleep. But it starts to creep up you, your feet, then your legs, then your upper body, until its your whole body. Your vision starts to shift, as you start to lose sight of what's in front of you but looks to be the dark of space. You seem to be standing on the prow of a ship yet also at the back of the ship. Without even moving, you can see in front and in the back of ship, the sides as well with no difficulty.
"Now just relax, may be jarring but you are in control of the ship. Think of the ship as your body away from your body." Saerthe says as he comes into view as a colossal being. He simply walks on the vast empty of space. Yet as you focus more on him, you can see he's walking by your body. "Like home away from home."
Beshlog falls silent as he watches reality fall away around him. He lets his body relax as he looks around everything in awe. THIS is why he left his tribe behind... to do and see the impossible. Somehow, he feels both larger than life and infinitesimally small at this new perspective. He breathes in sharply, a feeling of awe filling him to his soul. The goliath has no words for what he's experiencing at this moment.
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Oh... Mirelda imagined some kind of helmet one has to put on the head to somehow control the ship, not just the chair. But before she was able to express her ... surprise on the matter, the very new sensation washed it away completely. She never felt it but drylander's description of sea-sickness (a ridiculous name, if you as her, it's like "air sickness, really, who even came up with it!) was quite close to her feeling right now. The eyes refused to focus both forward and backward at the same time while the body did not want to expand to the size of the ship. It took quite the effort to do what the instructor said - relax and let the panicking brain accept the situation. And Saerthe's moving around did not help much.
After a few moments of struggle, Mirelda exhaled with ease. No, still not a "home away from home" but with some imagination... Like riding a whale or being one even. She was always curious how those giants felt swimming lazily around. Guess, she got her answer and it was... interesting. Mirelda played a bit with refocusing on different parts of the "ship", with shifting perspective regarding the instructor's size and finally declared not without a note of pride. "I think I got it!"
Yep, Beshlog will join the other spellcasters.
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The hare nods with understanding. “I know the feeling… it has spurred my wandering for years now.”
After a moment’s thought, he adds: “You aren’t squeamish, are you? I doubt it, considering the types of magic you affiliate with. But people are surprising.”
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Bellona smiles at the question.
”I don’t particularly think so. I’ve seen a few gruesome things but nothing that I have not been able to handle this far. Still there is an infinite number of worlds out there so who knows what we will find.”
As the three martials make their way to the Quarters, Warren offers Muck his canteen, "It's whisky. Figured it might stave you over 'till we find the bar." He smiles at the Ooze.
[Spelljammers]
The group heads down a level to reach the outer stairs that lead up to the nexus. As you ascend, you see strange glowing fish swim through the air, phasing through walls as they go. Nobody appears bothered by them. It's interesting to see as their bodies are somewhat transparent yet their scales reflect some off, making a sort of rainbow wave in the air as they go about.
As you enter the nexus level, the first thing you note is the massive orrery taking the center of the room. But there were what seemed to be chair also attacked to the orrery as the planets whir about, along with small ships, not attached but floating about the orrery itself. You see other people, a mix of red, blue, purple uniforms, start to filter out from the there, either heading down or going up to the next levels. The only one remaining was a pale man in a purple uniform.
He busies himself with a floating mirror as he touches up his platinum blonde hair, fixing any stray hairs back into the pompadour. With a snap the mirror vanishes and he turns to greet you all with a bow,
"Greetings, you all must be the spelljammers from the new batch of recruits. I am Saerthe Abizjin, your instructor for your first class at manning the helm."
His eyes seem to linger on you all a moment and you notice how they shine against what should be the white of his eyes but were black as obsidian, making his silver like pupils stand out more. He smiles to himself,
"Hmm, most of the time, there'd be a corp cadet or two curious on how the spelljaming works but nice that I won't have to guide anyone to the viewing room. But enough about that, let's get down to what you all are here for, spelljaming. If each of you can take a seat in a spelljaming helm, please."
He gestures to the chairs attached to the orrery.
[Corps]
The group heads for the stairs, going downward to the gymnasium then past it. It's a bit crowded as the halls constantly have people going to and from places. As you head to the quarters, you pass by the tavern, already with more than a dozen patrons going about there. As you approach the dormitary, you spot a giff in a purple uniform, overseeing people in the dormitary and guiding them to their assigned spots. As he spots the three of you, he lumbers towards you.
"New batch, aye? But uh," He checks a few papers in his hand, "Not all of ya, yes? Eh, no matter, I can get to them when they come around. Anyway, bunks!" He says boisterously, "One for each of ya, along with a footlocker to stash your stuff. Now those 3 over there will be yours. The one on the left is for the one called Adam, the center one for Muck, and the one by the window for a Warren. Feel free to stow your bags and if you got any complaints, come see me and I'll see what I can do for ya."
He looks upward and points past you, "Oi! I see you two, none of that here!" He starts to walk past but pauses, "Ah, almost forgot, the name's Boswell. I'll make sure you all are settled in good...after I deal with these hooligans." He heads off to what seems to be two cadets wrestling with each other.
Zari reaches into his left pocket, drawing from it a length of sinew twine. A severed pair of rabbit feet dangles from the end, dried and delimed, with the pearly ankle bones still extruding. "These..." he mutters, tossing and catching the feet, "...are my father's. 'Tis a tradition of ours, to preserve the feet of loved ones after they pass on... some say the spirit is bound to them, others claim they attract good fortune."
He smiles, gaze growing wistful for a moment. "My father's death left a scar, an insatiable feeling of not-belonging. And who knows... perhaps, amongst those gruesome spectacles and infinite worlds... perhaps I'll find him again. Find purpose, you and I both."
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Zaridil tries to hide awe upon spying the orrery, training his eyes on the opulent Saerthe. He nods in response to the greeting, and compliantly takes a seat.
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Warren tips his hat to Boswell as the giff leaves to deal with the hooligans, then makes his way over to his bunk. "Heh, looks like I'm getten the best view." He gestures to the window. Moving to the foot locker, he starts placing some of his belongings into it. At some point he pulls out a cloth wrapped object and pauses. After a moment he puts it back in his satchel. Once finished, he stands up and looks towards Muck and Adam. "Well, I'm finished here. Do ya'll wanna hit the tavern? Grab some food and drink? Or would ya prefer to continue with our tasks/"
Tens, no, hundreds of questions about each and every object in this room were practically written on Mirelda's face. She forced herself to move the eyes from the orrery to Saerthe Abizjin just in time to hear the suggestion to take the place and rushed to one near the planet. The small backpack she dropped bind the chair (maybe getting a room first was not such a bad idea, but that class was too fascinating to postpone!) and froze in place waiting for further instructions and fighting the urge to look at the mechanical contraption in front of her.
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Beshlog does his best to get comfortable in one of the chairs that is just a little bit too small for someone of his size... it's almost like there aren't very many Goliath wizards. How strange.
"Right, in the seat," Beshlog says. "Not the most comfy, but only the weak crave comfort at all times. What's next?"
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[Corps]
"Ey Greenie," someone calls out from behind Warren. A confident looking elf sits upon Warren's bunk followed by two other cadets sporting the same red uniform she wore. She kicks the footlocker near the bunk, "Had my eye on this bunk already, so go tell Boswell you wanna swap with Veena. Your new bunk is gonna be over there." The elf points to an unkempt bunk in the noisiest section of the dorm, just outside the washrooms. One of the cadets snicker as Veena points over there. Veena lies back on the bunk, "But you are right greenie, this is the best view."
Warren crosses his arms, "I'm pretty sure you don't get to chose that mate." He looks irritated but doesn't raise his voice. "And I don't want to swap with you, so I'm not going to tell Boswell that I do. I may be Green when it comes to the workings of this ship, but you ain't gonna push me around like I'm some runtish colt. Now, if ya don't mind, get your dirty self off my bunk."
Muck thanks Warren with a nod as a pseudo pod extends out of the side of him taking the canteen and then you see another small pseudo pod extend into canteen opening for a several moments. A closer look at each pseudo pod you can see brown liquid start to flow though Mucks body. After a moment the smaller appendage withdraws from inside the canteen and then Muck hands the canteen back to Warren. "Thank you for that, should tide me over until we meet later on."
From within the dormitory Muck looks at his bunk and then follows along behind Boswell to ask him a question when he is done dealing with whatever is going on. "Sir any chance I can get the bed switched out with a cauldron or bucket of some sort?"
Boswell gives a huff as he has the two cadets, a water genasi and a tabaxi, head towards the refractory. He turns to Muck and ponders for a moment, "Well, can't really take out ye bed but I can check with the petty officer if he has any cauldrons he's not using. Ya can talk with him if you'd like but I can also grab one for ya while ya finish up orientation." Boswell offers, "I'm going to make sure those two troublemakers do their punishment anyway."
Veena rolls her eyes, "Look 'mate', as far as I'm concerned, this bunk has been mine ever since it opened up. We can slug it out if you want, but its three versus one so we can see how that goes. I'll just tell Boswell when he comes around that you're scared of heights and I did you a favor. The noise and smell of the latrines really help ground you. So tut tut, get a move on greenie." She gives a snide grin as she kicks the footlocker once more.
Bellona takes her spot in one the chairs near Zari giving him a big grin.
“Look at you, I know your father would be proud!”
Zaridil smiles back. "Good luck"
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Warren hesitantly takes the canteen back, then smiles. He was not expecting the Ooz to make a straw out of it's body, this is truly an interesting new companion. "Well I'm glad. I'll see ye around."
Warren glances in Boswell's direction, checking if he has left yet or if he is coming back. He's hoping to catch the Giff before he goes to far. He'd dealt with these types before. During his time as deputy sheriff, he'd been the one to break up many of these fights. He knows that, unless he gives in, it's going to lead to a fight.
Perception: 17
Then he looks back at Veena and crosses his arms, "As I said Mate, I ain't gonna be pushed around. Clearly you're a right coward to be threatenin me with yer friends there. I've dealt with yer kind before, you yeller bellies are all the same. You act all tough when in reality, yer just a un-confident jerk tryin to assert dominance on anyone you can to make yourself feel better." He speaks fairly loudly, trying to at least alert Muck and Adam to his predicament, if not Boswell.
He is also trying to intimidate these annoying bullies.
Intimidate: 4 (Critical fail)
[Spelljammers]
"Now just get accustomed to the feeling first, it will be strange but you'll get used to it as you go." Saerthe says as your chairs start to hum. It starts at your feet, a numbing sensation yet prickly, as if it fell asleep. But it starts to creep up you, your feet, then your legs, then your upper body, until its your whole body. Your vision starts to shift, as you start to lose sight of what's in front of you but looks to be the dark of space. You seem to be standing on the prow of a ship yet also at the back of the ship. Without even moving, you can see in front and in the back of ship, the sides as well with no difficulty.
"Now just relax, may be jarring but you are in control of the ship. Think of the ship as your body away from your body." Saerthe says as he comes into view as a colossal being. He simply walks on the vast empty of space. Yet as you focus more on him, you can see he's walking by your body. "Like home away from home."
Beshlog falls silent as he watches reality fall away around him. He lets his body relax as he looks around everything in awe. THIS is why he left his tribe behind... to do and see the impossible. Somehow, he feels both larger than life and infinitesimally small at this new perspective. He breathes in sharply, a feeling of awe filling him to his soul. The goliath has no words for what he's experiencing at this moment.
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Oh... Mirelda imagined some kind of helmet one has to put on the head to somehow control the ship, not just the chair. But before she was able to express her ... surprise on the matter, the very new sensation washed it away completely. She never felt it but drylander's description of sea-sickness (a ridiculous name, if you as her, it's like "air sickness, really, who even came up with it!) was quite close to her feeling right now. The eyes refused to focus both forward and backward at the same time while the body did not want to expand to the size of the ship. It took quite the effort to do what the instructor said - relax and let the panicking brain accept the situation. And Saerthe's moving around did not help much.
After a few moments of struggle, Mirelda exhaled with ease. No, still not a "home away from home" but with some imagination... Like riding a whale or being one even. She was always curious how those giants felt swimming lazily around. Guess, she got her answer and it was... interesting. Mirelda played a bit with refocusing on different parts of the "ship", with shifting perspective regarding the instructor's size and finally declared not without a note of pride. "I think I got it!"
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