Mythe silently takes the tea from Aodh, taking a long sip before setting it gently down on the table. “Well enough, I suppose. Though I can’t say I won’t miss the peace and quiet that came with just one towermate. Still, it is not as if this change was unexpected.” She pauses for a while, expression thoughtful. “And yourself? How are you finding the academy? I’m afraid you’d have to remind me what it is you study.”
Hulrus heads back to his new tower after his appointment in the Grand Hall. He goes through the door and addresses all in the common room. "Towermaster says we're here on purpose. We've been relocated. Not by the Towermaster, but by the tower. Which is... worrying. We're gonna have new schedules now, and know where each other are at all times and all that tedious towermate stuff.
"Now, since towermates are supposed to study together... anybody wanna hit me with stuff? Maintaining wards and shields is necessary practice for abjuration students, and slapping yourself doesn't have the same effect."The dwarf adds, with a slightly taunting grin, "Don't worry- none of you could seriously hurt me."
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"I've been settling in quite well actually, the academy has been very good to me." He takes a long, gentle sip off his tea. "I've been studying Transmutation magic under Professor Silverwood. I'm afraid you'll have to remind me what you study as well."
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Kaelen just looks at Hulrus and blinks for a second. He really was a different type of student than Kaelen was used to interacting with. He then just looks around the table waiting to see if anyone would take Hulrus up on his offer. Although he felt like saying something now, he kept his lips shut so as not to stir up any drama between housemates on the first day.
“Ah, transmutation. An interesting subject indeed. Practical too, I’ve heard, though I would be lying if I said I was very familiar with how it works. I should very much like to see you in action someday.”
“I myself study evocation magic; I am, to put it simply, capable of manipulating energy into bursts of power, which are usually elemental in nature. My family has been studying this form of wizardry for aeons - at this very academy, no less. As is only natural, I am carrying on that legacy through my own studies.”
"Fascinating, it seems you're carrying the banner of a rather impressive legacy here! And as for your studies, I've no doubt yours would be the more spectacular to see in action."
"Tell me, where does house Kaethius come from?"
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“Hold on. You’re trying to change the spell’s school? How did you manage to accomplish that?” He tilts his head to the side in question as he listens to Kaelen talk.
Hin laughs. “Your family seem like wonderful people. My family would have gotten along well with yours I think; I would come home to the same thing very often.” He smiles warmly. “Upgrading the watch? How so? Does it do things other than what a normal watch normally does?” He fiddles with his pen and spellbook. “No, it doesn’t. It can do a few other things as well—it can cast certain spells and will write or draw the very thing that comes to mind when you use it. It’s a peculiar little thing.”
The second Hulrus begins to suggest a little sparring match, Hin bolts up from his seat, spellbook in hand. “I would love to; I’ve been meaning to get some practice in for modifying spells in combat. Are you all ready to go spar?”
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Hulrus's grin widens at Hin's acceptance of the proposed chance to practice some spells. "I'm ready when you are. We might hafta find somewhere safe to do this. I don't know if there's a sparring ground on campu-"Hulrus is cut off mid-sentence by a door suddenly materializing in the room.
He gives the new door a long stare, before cautiously walking towards it. He carefully opens the door a crack and takes a peek inside. "Right. Of course. Magic." He swiftly swings open the door, revealing to all a... field of grass in sunlight? "Looks like our good friend the tower has given us our sparring ground. What say we not look this particular gift horse in the mouth?" He gestures for Hin to enter the peculiar demiplane. "After you. Ya might want to toss your familiar in first to make sure it's safe."
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Kaelen just smiles “That’s the tricky part and why I’m always face-deep in books. I’ll let you know if I am successful.” As he asks about the watch, Kaelen just smiles “No, this is just a normal watch. One day I’d like to potentially take my arcane focus and maybe find a way to integrate the two, but for now, I just change out gears and the face sometimes. Sounds like a handy tool for a scribe then.” He says just smiling as he watches Hin agree to spare their new roommate. He just stands up and nods “Good luck to you both, I’m going to check out the study and work on this a little bit more.” With that he just walks away opening his book and continuing to read as he heads to the study.
"Oh, it's fine, I'm sure. I trust the tower. Calo, come on." Hin grabs his cloak from the floor and hangs it on the wall, grabbing a bigger navy cloak from the next hook over and whipping it around him in a highly performance-like manner. Twirling it around himself a few times, everyone can catch a glimpse of a few changes to Hin's appearance. Brown curls condense into a pair of feline ears atop his head, and black fur starts sprouting from his skin all over. Hin can't help but let out a loud laugh. These changes always made him feel excited---no wonder he changed to often. His face elongates and his eyes change to a shade of light emerald, two shots of color against the rest of his mostly monochrome fur. One last twirl and he sets the cloak steadily on his shoulders, removing his brooch and pinning it onto the cloak's collar. Taking off his boots and rolling up his sleeves to accommodate his new paws. Hin, in his new tabaxi form, grabs his spellbook from where he left it on the table and walks through the door and into the new demiplane. "Alright. That feels better. I'm ready, let's go!" His voice is deeper, more gravelly than before. Calo jumps onto the bottom of his cloak at the last second as he walks out the door, crawling up it and sitting comfortably within the folds of the collar.
"Who's starting first? Who gets to throw the first punch? Oh, and can I use other weapons, or do you specifically want me to use spells?" Hin opens up his spellbook, bouncing from foot to foot like a boxer. He looks ridiculously excited, he would literally be grinning from ear to ear if he could.
Hulrus is clearly excited for the match as well, though he isn't quite as visible about it as Hin. "That's an interesting tactic that you've chosen, illusion. If your foe can't really see you, it makes dodging attack quite a bit easier." Despite his praise for what he presumes to be a disguise self spell, his cocky grin remains on his face as he takes out the bound stone tablets by his side and flips to a specific one, filled with inscriptions in Dwarvish. And then, as he mutters an incantation and waves his hands around himself, said cocky grin does something odd. It becomes two cocky grins. And then three. And then four.
Splitting off from Hulrus come three duplicates of his stout form, and Hin notices that he's already lost track of which the original is. "You're not the only one who knows some illusion, though." The voice is singular, but all of the images of Hulrus move their mouths at once and it's impossible to hear where the sound is actually coming from. At once, all of the Hulruses (Hulri?) gesture for Hin to take a shot. "Give me the best that you got, with whatever you think most effective. Then, we'll see what I can do about retaliation." The grins of each Hulrus nearly stretch between their ears as they (or, at least one of them) say that last word.
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"Illusion..? No, I'm a changeling." He blinks, his ecstatic expression suddenly becoming quite plain. He points towards the Hulri forming around him. "That's an illusion." Shaking his head, he pulls out a dagger, flipping it in his hand for a few seconds. His smile is back. "Great illusion, though. I can barely tell which is which." Without warning, he lunges forward, slashing one of the Hulri with his dagger.
To Hit:21
Damage: 3 piercing damage on a hit!
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Hin's dagger pierces a Hulrus, though its flesh does not reach the way flesh normally does when struck by a dagger. Instead, a large hole forms completely through the body, which rapidly expands and envelops the Hulrus until he is no more. Now only 3 Hulri remain.
They speak in their impossible-to-locate voice. "A changeling? I've only ever heard of them in stories. Supposed to be masters of disguise that can see through any illusion except one another's." They chuckle. "Evidently just tall tales." Three rapiers are drawn at once, and as each Hulrus does a flourish, crackling energy surrounds the thin swords. Then, when Hin least expects it, he feels a batcrash into him from behind. The clan of one seizes the opportunity to strike, acting with surprising precision and speed.
"I do wonder, though. Can you change the color of your blood?"
To Hit:20 (15 + 5) Damage: 12 (8 + 3 + 1 [Thearrothen Academy Initiate Brooch]) Booming blade damage (on movement only): 3
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Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny. Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Hin, you take 12points of piercing damage, as Hulrus pierces the outer part of your bicep. It definitely hurts, and if you weren't capable of shifting your form, you'd probably have a scar for life where his rapier broke your skin.
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Hin grunts as the bat hits him from behind, whipping around to see who it was, only to be met with a rapier to the arm. He feigns offense, gasping overexaggeratedly. "How dare you, that was my favorite arm!" He rubs bleeding wound with the back of his hand to try and numb the pain a little. "You know, I've never tried shapechanging my blood," He quickly throws his dagger into its sheath on his belt. "But I am not about to waste time figuring that out now---get back to me after we're done here."Propping his spellbook on his forearms, he holds out his hands in front of him and mutters something in Sylvan under his breath. His hands begin to glow red hot like metal in a furnace, before a large cone of flame blooms from his outstretched fingertips. The firelight literally lights his face up, giving his grinning expression an unintentionally crazed look.
Hin casts Burning Hands at 2nd level. Hulrus (or the Hulri) must make a DC 14 Dex save, taking 15 fire damage on a fail and half as much on a success.
(OOC: Hin's trying to get as many of the Hulri as he can in one go---not too sure where they are right now. Have they circled him? Or are they all standing in a line in front of him? If he has to move to get more than one, he'll risk the Booming Blade damage.)
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Hin's gout of flame completely engulfs the true Hulrus along with each of his kin, but when the fire from the spell clear and all dwarves are visible once again, they appear unscathed. A shimmering Arcane Ward formed a shield against the spell, though it now has a number of visible cracks on its translucent yellow surface. "You're going to need a bit more fire."
As the wall of magical force fades, the Hulri stand ready to strike again, each pulling out their own stone spellbook. After performing some obviously arcane gesticulations, they start to perform the verbal component of a spell. However, instead of the short string of words that normally precedes a spell, this chain of strong and rough Dwarvish syllables goes on for a while. Each word in the chant gets louder than the last, and it almost sounds like even the illusory dwarves are contributing to the volume. It culminates in a single syllable of great power (something along the lines of "ack!"), which finishes the spell and releases a (2nd level) thunderwave rocketing towards Hin, blowing all of his black fur backwards.
Hin must make a DC 14 Constitution saving throw, taking 11 thunder damage and being knocked back 10 feet on a failed save or taking half damage on a success.
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“Ah, I’m afraid the history of my house is long and arduous, and I could not possibly do it justice without boring you. There are parts that have been lost to history; not so long ago, myself and our old roommate Laurence found that our families had ancient ties that neither of us had any knowledge about. To answer your question briefly however, we come from The Whiteridge Kingdom, and it is there that my family currently resides.” She breaks off, watching as Hin and the dwarf who had introduced himself as Hulrus leave through the new door. “It seems as if they are getting in some extra training. I suppose should do the same - I cannot afford to fall behind, after all. Goodbye, Aodh. It was…surprisingly pleasant conversing with you. Next time we are are able to talk, I should like to hear about your own family, and from whence you came.” With that, Mythe excuses herself from the table and heads to her room, intent on spending the rest of her day studying.
Hin and Hulrus, the two of you finish your sparring match and step back into the tower itself. All of you eventually set off to your own sections of the tower and eventually into your individual bedrooms. Some of you may continue your studies into the night, but eventually sleep takes each and every one of you. Morning comes quick and hard, as you have to get up early for classes. You all go through your morning routines before eventually setting off for class. As you arrive to your first general studies class, you find that your class has been completely changed. All 6 of you arrive at the same classroom. It would seem the academy shuffled everything just so the 6 of you could be in the same classes. Other than the change up in your general classes, the rest of the day goes by relatively unchanged. Until the end of the day, that is.
As each of you leave your final class and begin heading for the tower, or wherever you might go after classes are out; you're temporarily stopped by a member of the faculty who inform you that Hallmaster Thal'rin would like to see you in his office promptly. The faculty member walks with you to the Hallmaster's office. The 6 of you are reconnected again as you stand outside Hallmaster Thal'rin's office door. The door opens and standing in front of you is a large Loxodon. His long tusks adorned with silver jewelry and his large ears adorned with several silver piercings. "Ah, come in"he cheers as you're ushered into the office. The office is nicer than the offices of your professors, and larger. The 6 of you can fit in here comfortably with Thal'rin on his side of the desk. "So--" the cheer is mostly gone from his voice, but the deep rumbling of his speak is not. "It is my understanding each of you were present at the party Mr. Aramil Hanali threw inside the observatory two nights back." He scans across each of your faces as he speaks "what can you tell me about it. Did any of you notice anything strange while there?" The loxodon looks towards Mythe and Hin as he finishes speaking, due to the fact he knows them better than the others in the room at the moment.
"I'm afraid not Hallmaster, the party passed without incident as far as I know, well, without incident relative to parties not taking place on the grounds of a magic college."
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Aodh notices Mythe at the table and offers her a cup of tea. "Settling in?" he asks
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Mythe silently takes the tea from Aodh, taking a long sip before setting it gently down on the table.
“Well enough, I suppose. Though I can’t say I won’t miss the peace and quiet that came with just one towermate. Still, it is not as if this change was unexpected.” She pauses for a while, expression thoughtful. “And yourself? How are you finding the academy? I’m afraid you’d have to remind me what it is you study.”
Hulrus heads back to his new tower after his appointment in the Grand Hall. He goes through the door and addresses all in the common room. "Towermaster says we're here on purpose. We've been relocated. Not by the Towermaster, but by the tower. Which is... worrying. We're gonna have new schedules now, and know where each other are at all times and all that tedious towermate stuff.
"Now, since towermates are supposed to study together... anybody wanna hit me with stuff? Maintaining wards and shields is necessary practice for abjuration students, and slapping yourself doesn't have the same effect." The dwarf adds, with a slightly taunting grin, "Don't worry- none of you could seriously hurt me."
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"I've been settling in quite well actually, the academy has been very good to me." He takes a long, gentle sip off his tea. "I've been studying Transmutation magic under Professor Silverwood. I'm afraid you'll have to remind me what you study as well."
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kaelen just looks at Hulrus and blinks for a second. He really was a different type of student than Kaelen was used to interacting with. He then just looks around the table waiting to see if anyone would take Hulrus up on his offer. Although he felt like saying something now, he kept his lips shut so as not to stir up any drama between housemates on the first day.
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“Ah, transmutation. An interesting subject indeed. Practical too, I’ve heard, though I would be lying if I said I was very familiar with how it works. I should very much like to see you in action someday.”
“I myself study evocation magic; I am, to put it simply, capable of manipulating energy into bursts of power, which are usually elemental in nature. My family has been studying this form of wizardry for aeons - at this very academy, no less. As is only natural, I am carrying on that legacy through my own studies.”
"Fascinating, it seems you're carrying the banner of a rather impressive legacy here! And as for your studies, I've no doubt yours would be the more spectacular to see in action."
"Tell me, where does house Kaethius come from?"
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
“Hold on. You’re trying to change the spell’s school? How did you manage to accomplish that?” He tilts his head to the side in question as he listens to Kaelen talk.
Hin laughs. “Your family seem like wonderful people. My family would have gotten along well with yours I think; I would come home to the same thing very often.” He smiles warmly. “Upgrading the watch? How so? Does it do things other than what a normal watch normally does?” He fiddles with his pen and spellbook. “No, it doesn’t. It can do a few other things as well—it can cast certain spells and will write or draw the very thing that comes to mind when you use it. It’s a peculiar little thing.”
The second Hulrus begins to suggest a little sparring match, Hin bolts up from his seat, spellbook in hand. “I would love to; I’ve been meaning to get some practice in for modifying spells in combat. Are you all ready to go spar?”
Hulrus's grin widens at Hin's acceptance of the proposed chance to practice some spells. "I'm ready when you are. We might hafta find somewhere safe to do this. I don't know if there's a sparring ground on campu-" Hulrus is cut off mid-sentence by a door suddenly materializing in the room.
He gives the new door a long stare, before cautiously walking towards it. He carefully opens the door a crack and takes a peek inside. "Right. Of course. Magic." He swiftly swings open the door, revealing to all a... field of grass in sunlight? "Looks like our good friend the tower has given us our sparring ground. What say we not look this particular gift horse in the mouth?" He gestures for Hin to enter the peculiar demiplane. "After you. Ya might want to toss your familiar in first to make sure it's safe."
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Kaelen just smiles “That’s the tricky part and why I’m always face-deep in books. I’ll let you know if I am successful.” As he asks about the watch, Kaelen just smiles “No, this is just a normal watch. One day I’d like to potentially take my arcane focus and maybe find a way to integrate the two, but for now, I just change out gears and the face sometimes. Sounds like a handy tool for a scribe then.” He says just smiling as he watches Hin agree to spare their new roommate. He just stands up and nods “Good luck to you both, I’m going to check out the study and work on this a little bit more.” With that he just walks away opening his book and continuing to read as he heads to the study.
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"Oh, it's fine, I'm sure. I trust the tower. Calo, come on." Hin grabs his cloak from the floor and hangs it on the wall, grabbing a bigger navy cloak from the next hook over and whipping it around him in a highly performance-like manner. Twirling it around himself a few times, everyone can catch a glimpse of a few changes to Hin's appearance. Brown curls condense into a pair of feline ears atop his head, and black fur starts sprouting from his skin all over. Hin can't help but let out a loud laugh. These changes always made him feel excited---no wonder he changed to often. His face elongates and his eyes change to a shade of light emerald, two shots of color against the rest of his mostly monochrome fur. One last twirl and he sets the cloak steadily on his shoulders, removing his brooch and pinning it onto the cloak's collar. Taking off his boots and rolling up his sleeves to accommodate his new paws. Hin, in his new tabaxi form, grabs his spellbook from where he left it on the table and walks through the door and into the new demiplane. "Alright. That feels better. I'm ready, let's go!" His voice is deeper, more gravelly than before. Calo jumps onto the bottom of his cloak at the last second as he walks out the door, crawling up it and sitting comfortably within the folds of the collar.
"Who's starting first? Who gets to throw the first punch? Oh, and can I use other weapons, or do you specifically want me to use spells?" Hin opens up his spellbook, bouncing from foot to foot like a boxer. He looks ridiculously excited, he would literally be grinning from ear to ear if he could.
Hulrus is clearly excited for the match as well, though he isn't quite as visible about it as Hin. "That's an interesting tactic that you've chosen, illusion. If your foe can't really see you, it makes dodging attack quite a bit easier." Despite his praise for what he presumes to be a disguise self spell, his cocky grin remains on his face as he takes out the bound stone tablets by his side and flips to a specific one, filled with inscriptions in Dwarvish. And then, as he mutters an incantation and waves his hands around himself, said cocky grin does something odd. It becomes two cocky grins. And then three. And then four.
Splitting off from Hulrus come three duplicates of his stout form, and Hin notices that he's already lost track of which the original is. "You're not the only one who knows some illusion, though." The voice is singular, but all of the images of Hulrus move their mouths at once and it's impossible to hear where the sound is actually coming from. At once, all of the Hulruses (Hulri?) gesture for Hin to take a shot. "Give me the best that you got, with whatever you think most effective. Then, we'll see what I can do about retaliation." The grins of each Hulrus nearly stretch between their ears as they (or, at least one of them) say that last word.
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"Illusion..? No, I'm a changeling." He blinks, his ecstatic expression suddenly becoming quite plain. He points towards the Hulri forming around him. "That's an illusion." Shaking his head, he pulls out a dagger, flipping it in his hand for a few seconds. His smile is back. "Great illusion, though. I can barely tell which is which." Without warning, he lunges forward, slashing one of the Hulri with his dagger.
To Hit: 21
Damage: 3 piercing damage on a hit!
Mirror image roll: 14
Hin's dagger pierces a Hulrus, though its flesh does not reach the way flesh normally does when struck by a dagger. Instead, a large hole forms completely through the body, which rapidly expands and envelops the Hulrus until he is no more. Now only 3 Hulri remain.
They speak in their impossible-to-locate voice. "A changeling? I've only ever heard of them in stories. Supposed to be masters of disguise that can see through any illusion except one another's." They chuckle. "Evidently just tall tales." Three rapiers are drawn at once, and as each Hulrus does a flourish, crackling energy surrounds the thin swords. Then, when Hin least expects it, he feels a bat crash into him from behind. The clan of one seizes the opportunity to strike, acting with surprising precision and speed.
"I do wonder, though. Can you change the color of your blood?"
To Hit: 20 (15 + 5)
Damage: 12 (8 + 3 + 1 [Thearrothen Academy Initiate Brooch])
Booming blade damage (on movement only): 3
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Look at what you've done. You spoiled it. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Go sit and think about your actions.
Don't be mean. Rudeness is a vicious cycle, and it has to stop somewhere. Exceptions for things that are funny.
Go to the current Competition of the Finest 'Brews! It's a cool place where cool people make cool things.
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Hin, you take 12 points of piercing damage, as Hulrus pierces the outer part of your bicep. It definitely hurts, and if you weren't capable of shifting your form, you'd probably have a scar for life where his rapier broke your skin.
Hin grunts as the bat hits him from behind, whipping around to see who it was, only to be met with a rapier to the arm. He feigns offense, gasping overexaggeratedly. "How dare you, that was my favorite arm!" He rubs bleeding wound with the back of his hand to try and numb the pain a little. "You know, I've never tried shapechanging my blood," He quickly throws his dagger into its sheath on his belt. "But I am not about to waste time figuring that out now---get back to me after we're done here." Propping his spellbook on his forearms, he holds out his hands in front of him and mutters something in Sylvan under his breath. His hands begin to glow red hot like metal in a furnace, before a large cone of flame blooms from his outstretched fingertips. The firelight literally lights his face up, giving his grinning expression an unintentionally crazed look.
Hin casts Burning Hands at 2nd level. Hulrus (or the Hulri) must make a DC 14 Dex save, taking 15 fire damage on a fail and half as much on a success.
(OOC: Hin's trying to get as many of the Hulri as he can in one go---not too sure where they are right now. Have they circled him? Or are they all standing in a line in front of him? If he has to move to get more than one, he'll risk the Booming Blade damage.)
Dexterity save: 11 (8 + 3)
Hin's gout of flame completely engulfs the true Hulrus along with each of his kin, but when the fire from the spell clear and all dwarves are visible once again, they appear unscathed. A shimmering Arcane Ward formed a shield against the spell, though it now has a number of visible cracks on its translucent yellow surface. "You're going to need a bit more fire."
As the wall of magical force fades, the Hulri stand ready to strike again, each pulling out their own stone spellbook. After performing some obviously arcane gesticulations, they start to perform the verbal component of a spell. However, instead of the short string of words that normally precedes a spell, this chain of strong and rough Dwarvish syllables goes on for a while. Each word in the chant gets louder than the last, and it almost sounds like even the illusory dwarves are contributing to the volume. It culminates in a single syllable of great power (something along the lines of "ack!"), which finishes the spell and releases a (2nd level) thunderwave rocketing towards Hin, blowing all of his black fur backwards.
Hin must make a DC 14 Constitution saving throw, taking 11 thunder damage and being knocked back 10 feet on a failed save or taking half damage on a success.
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“Ah, I’m afraid the history of my house is long and arduous, and I could not possibly do it justice without boring you. There are parts that have been lost to history; not so long ago, myself and our old roommate Laurence found that our families had ancient ties that neither of us had any knowledge about. To answer your question briefly however, we come from The Whiteridge Kingdom, and it is there that my family currently resides.”
She breaks off, watching as Hin and the dwarf who had introduced himself as Hulrus leave through the new door.
“It seems as if they are getting in some extra training. I suppose should do the same - I cannot afford to fall behind, after all. Goodbye, Aodh. It was…surprisingly pleasant conversing with you. Next time we are are able to talk, I should like to hear about your own family, and from whence you came.”
With that, Mythe excuses herself from the table and heads to her room, intent on spending the rest of her day studying.
Hin and Hulrus, the two of you finish your sparring match and step back into the tower itself. All of you eventually set off to your own sections of the tower and eventually into your individual bedrooms. Some of you may continue your studies into the night, but eventually sleep takes each and every one of you. Morning comes quick and hard, as you have to get up early for classes. You all go through your morning routines before eventually setting off for class. As you arrive to your first general studies class, you find that your class has been completely changed. All 6 of you arrive at the same classroom. It would seem the academy shuffled everything just so the 6 of you could be in the same classes. Other than the change up in your general classes, the rest of the day goes by relatively unchanged. Until the end of the day, that is.
As each of you leave your final class and begin heading for the tower, or wherever you might go after classes are out; you're temporarily stopped by a member of the faculty who inform you that Hallmaster Thal'rin would like to see you in his office promptly. The faculty member walks with you to the Hallmaster's office. The 6 of you are reconnected again as you stand outside Hallmaster Thal'rin's office door. The door opens and standing in front of you is a large Loxodon. His long tusks adorned with silver jewelry and his large ears adorned with several silver piercings. "Ah, come in" he cheers as you're ushered into the office. The office is nicer than the offices of your professors, and larger. The 6 of you can fit in here comfortably with Thal'rin on his side of the desk. "So--" the cheer is mostly gone from his voice, but the deep rumbling of his speak is not. "It is my understanding each of you were present at the party Mr. Aramil Hanali threw inside the observatory two nights back." He scans across each of your faces as he speaks "what can you tell me about it. Did any of you notice anything strange while there?" The loxodon looks towards Mythe and Hin as he finishes speaking, due to the fact he knows them better than the others in the room at the moment.
"I'm afraid not Hallmaster, the party passed without incident as far as I know, well, without incident relative to parties not taking place on the grounds of a magic college."
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