Thros is swinging a semi-transparet glaive in the courtyard
Morgana is observing, curious.
He practices maneuvers against imaginary opponents, trying to move gracefully, but stumbling a bit with his large frame and armor
She walk's up to him. "Um. Excuse me. What are you doing...?"
"Practicing. You?"
"I guess watching you practice."
"...why?"
"Cuz it seemed interesting."
"Oookay. I'm Thros, you?"
"Morgana. So, do you like... fight with that weird blade?"
"Yeah. Kinda have to. Waddaya mean weird?"
"Well, I mean, it's all... see-through. Aren't blades supposed to be solid? I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of a blade. Right?"
"Oh! Yeah, this one is special. It's a psychic construct. More thought than substance"
"I- ... Woah. Didn't know people here could do that..."
"It's a weird kind of fighter. A psi warrior they call it. I haven't met another one, so I guess it's kinda rare"
"That's neat! Haven't seen anybody else who uses thoughts and psychic abilities since I got here, so I'd have to agree wit that."
"So what's your deal?"
"Well, I do mind magic. I think I'm a sorcerer? That's what they're called, right? But, can manipulate thoughts and teleport."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
Thros is swinging a semi-transparet glaive in the courtyard
Morgana is observing, curious.
He practices maneuvers against imaginary opponents, trying to move gracefully, but stumbling a bit with his large frame and armor
She walk's up to him. "Um. Excuse me. What are you doing...?"
"Practicing. You?"
"I guess watching you practice."
"...why?"
"Cuz it seemed interesting."
"Oookay. I'm Thros, you?"
"Morgana. So, do you like... fight with that weird blade?"
"Yeah. Kinda have to. Waddaya mean weird?"
"Well, I mean, it's all... see-through. Aren't blades supposed to be solid? I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of a blade. Right?"
"Oh! Yeah, this one is special. It's a psychic construct. More thought than substance"
"I- ... Woah. Didn't know people here could do that..."
"It's a weird kind of fighter. A psi warrior they call it. I haven't met another one, so I guess it's kinda rare"
"That's neat! Haven't seen anybody else who uses thoughts and psychic abilities since I got here, so I'd have to agree wit that."
"So what's your deal?"
"Well, I do mind magic. I think I'm a sorcerer? That's what they're called, right? But, can manipulate thoughts and teleport."
Thros is swinging a semi-transparet glaive in the courtyard
Morgana is observing, curious.
He practices maneuvers against imaginary opponents, trying to move gracefully, but stumbling a bit with his large frame and armor
She walk's up to him. "Um. Excuse me. What are you doing...?"
"Practicing. You?"
"I guess watching you practice."
"...why?"
"Cuz it seemed interesting."
"Oookay. I'm Thros, you?"
"Morgana. So, do you like... fight with that weird blade?"
"Yeah. Kinda have to. Waddaya mean weird?"
"Well, I mean, it's all... see-through. Aren't blades supposed to be solid? I mean, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's the whole point of a blade. Right?"
"Oh! Yeah, this one is special. It's a psychic construct. More thought than substance"
"I- ... Woah. Didn't know people here could do that..."
"It's a weird kind of fighter. A psi warrior they call it. I haven't met another one, so I guess it's kinda rare"
"That's neat! Haven't seen anybody else who uses thoughts and psychic abilities since I got here, so I'd have to agree wit that."
"So what's your deal?"
"Well, I do mind magic. I think I'm a sorcerer? That's what they're called, right? But, can manipulate thoughts and teleport."
"Neat! I've met a couple sorcerers today"
"Really? Who are they?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Yuki? That's an interesting name. What do they do?"
"Look for dungeons as far as I know"
"There are dungeons here? Why?"
"To train new heroes I imagine"
"Hm. Why not just teach them like other schools do?"
"No clue. I tried to help them a bit"
"Good for you!"
"Thanks!"
"... So. Do you wanna like... train together or something...?"
"If you're offering"
"Sure! Might as well. Doesn't seem like anything else worth doing happens at this school."
"Heh. Fair enough." He concentrates, and the glaive appears again
His vision starts to get blurry, and whenever he tries to look at Morgana, his eyes subconsciously slip past her and look at something next to her.
*No save?*
"Neat trick"
She hears his voice in her mind "but I can sense you"
He readies his glaive, lightly tracking where she is. It's not precise, but he can sense her.
*No save.*
He hears her voice in his mind. "Really now? That's unfortunate." A grasping cold seizes him. 29 to hit, 16 necrotic damage. If it misses, then 28 is the new roll. (To be continued based on rolls)
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"Yuki? That's an interesting name. What do they do?"
"Look for dungeons as far as I know"
"There are dungeons here? Why?"
"To train new heroes I imagine"
"Hm. Why not just teach them like other schools do?"
"No clue. I tried to help them a bit"
"Good for you!"
"Thanks!"
"... So. Do you wanna like... train together or something...?"
"If you're offering"
"Sure! Might as well. Doesn't seem like anything else worth doing happens at this school."
"Heh. Fair enough." He concentrates, and the glaive appears again
His vision starts to get blurry, and whenever he tries to look at Morgana, his eyes subconsciously slip past her and look at something next to her.
*No save?*
"Neat trick"
She hears his voice in her mind "but I can sense you"
He readies his glaive, lightly tracking where she is. It's not precise, but he can sense her.
*No save.*
He hears her voice in his mind. "Really now? That's unfortunate." A grasping cold seizes him. 29 to hit, 16 necrotic damage. If it misses, then 28 is the new roll. (To be continued based on rolls)
Then, he takes an extra 25 necrotic damage, and must succeed three DC 19 CHA saves, or take 11 + 13 + 14 psychic damage, with no damage on a fail.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
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"Well, I do mind magic. I think I'm a sorcerer? That's what they're called, right? But, can manipulate thoughts and teleport."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Neat! I've met a couple sorcerers today"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Really? Who are they?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*snippet*
"Just you and someone named yuki"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Yuki? That's an interesting name. What do they do?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Look for dungeons as far as I know"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"There are dungeons here? Why?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"To train new heroes I imagine"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Hm. Why not just teach them like other schools do?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"No clue. I tried to help them a bit"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Good for you!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Thanks!"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"... So. Do you wanna like... train together or something...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"If you're offering"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Sure! Might as well. Doesn't seem like anything else worth doing happens at this school."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Heh. Fair enough." He concentrates, and the glaive appears again
13 initiative
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
His vision starts to get blurry, and whenever he tries to look at Morgana, his eyes subconsciously slip past her and look at something next to her.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*No save?*
"Neat trick"
She hears his voice in her mind "but I can sense you"
He readies his glaive, lightly tracking where she is. It's not precise, but he can sense her.
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*No save.*
He hears her voice in his mind. "Really now? That's unfortunate." A grasping cold seizes him. 29 to hit, 16 necrotic damage. If it misses, then 28 is the new roll. (To be continued based on rolls)
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Then, he takes an extra 25 necrotic damage, and must succeed three DC 19 CHA saves, or take 11 + 13 + 14 psychic damage, with no damage on a fail.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?