The mid morning sun shines brightly on the streets of the University District, high atop Menthis Plateau, as Morgrave University prepares for an event weeks in the making. Lectures have been cancelled, stages have been set outside the Greenhouses of the Hadrill Gardens, and students stroll slowly toward the main campus in the center of the complex, headed to cafes on the Bridge or to the relative calm of the Library before the lecture halls open their doors. The University's annual Xen'drik Cultural and Archaeological Festival has been infused with new life this year as the Wavewalker's expeditionary team returned last month with what the University is calling "astounding insights into the current and past cultures of Xen'drik." Some of the biggest artifacts couldn't be concealed: a giant silver wand nearly 6 feet tall, inscribed with runes and inlaid with swirling jasper all along its length; a giant's skull, its agatized surface glimmering in the light. Rumors abound about the rest, and stories from the crew of the Wavewalker have been varied, with talk of live magical serpents and strange bronze works of art and weaponry. Scholars from all over Khorvaire are expected to arrive; visitors from the Library of Korranberg have been spotted in the stacks of Morgrave's own, and mages from Arcanix have already taken residence in Shava House for the event.
You are in the Commons. To the southeast, the Bridge stretches across the gap between towers to Lareth Hall, with the Library and the rest of the main campus below it. At the entrance to the Bridge, Orren ir'Balos, one of the professors in the Natural History department, is handing out pamphlets about the various lectures and exhibits happening throughout the day with a small team of student volunteers. The Commons itself is abuzz with students setting up their own events in the midst of the usual food carts. The Student Civil Service Association has set up a raffle, with the proceeds being donated to a poverty relief organization in Stoneyard, down in Lower Northedge; a small group of shifters play a modified version of hrazhak on a stretch of grass turned into an obstacle course, performing feats of athleticism and acrobatics while inviting other students to take part. The Morgrave Musical Society has set up a small but beautiful stage near the central fountain, with performances slated for every few hours; a couple of musicians have already arrived, standing near the stage with bright smiles as they talk amongst themselves. Members of the Historical Society and the Ancient Languages Club chat to one another excitedly as they plan their days around the festival.
The autumn air is cool and scented with the sweetness and spice of food carts. Students and guests mill about, waiting for everything to start, their voices a murmur against the open sky above you. Airships like haloed dragonflies drift lazily among the floating towers of the Skyway and off along the horizon, and smaller skycoaches occasionally rise up from the city below you, depositing people in the Commons or farther afield.
Niin wanders a little through the crowd. She would have come with Balderk, maybe, but she’d had to visit with some of the scholars from the Library in Korranberg, about their sponsorship of her education. Now, she wasn’t sure where to go, or where to stop. Sast trails her through the crowd, careful of feet. Finally, Niin finds herself in front of the stage by the fountain, and after a moment she sits on the edge (edit: of the fountain) and pulls out a slim book, opening it to read. But she finds her thoughts drifting, and her eyes, too, to the stage and the musicians preparing there. Sast jumps up into her lap, settling on top of the book she isn’t using, and with a small smile, she strokes her fur. Giving up on the pretense of the book, Niin begins to look around at the crowd, hearing snatches of conversation and working out the origins of the visitors. It is like a puzzle and working on it settles her mind.
Kiefer had heard of the giant silver wand the Wavewalker's had found in Xen'drik and on this rare occasion, emerged from her lab to ensure she could have the chance to see it. Not only see it, but perhaps find and beg the Dean for a chance to study it. She takes a pamphlet from Professor ir'Balos and scrutinizes it looking for the scheduled time and place where the wand would be exhibited.
Should the professor have a moment, she asks them "What have you heard of this wand? Is it Giant magic? A remnant of the Age of Giants?" and will continue peppering them with questions until she is dismissed to wait impatiently among the crowd.
Balderk would have tagged along with Niin at first, his shoulder perhaps being a perch for Sast at first to watch things above most of the crowd. Once he sees the shifters and their obstacle course however his attentions and interest become piqued. He picks Sast up gently and puts her down near Niin, letting Niin know he will catch up with her, but first there is an obstacle course that must be won.
Once Balderk gets to where the course is he immediately inserts himself into the group, introducing himself, clapping others on the back, but waiting until a turn became available for someone to do the course. He proceeds through the course perhaps too excitedly since it has been awhile since he had the opportunity for such activity.
Athletics Roll (It is in the game log, apologies for the 3 rolls, they werent showing up at first hence me rolling more than once): 7
Upon emerging from the Library, Raúril is plunged into a sea of sensory pleasures: the multitude of mingled aromas, the bedazzling colors, the roar of a thousand voices in winding polyphony, all married into a frenzied festival buzz. It’s a very different world to the Hall of Aureon and its sobriety, and the contrast hits like a mallet to the head. Though dizzied, the firbolg keeps an eye out for Ms d’Cannith - an individual she is impatient to finally meet.
On the other side of the stage from Niin's perch, a half-elf student quietly tunes a bassoon, her eyes closed as she adjusts the mouthpiece, plays a note, and adjusts it again, bringing its voice a fraction of a quartertone higher. As she begins warming up, a halfling with a violin joins in. Some of the nearby students are talking about an aria to be performed later that night while one of the nearby guests, an old woman in an immaculate black suit, reads aloud from a pamphlet in a Karrnathi accent. Sast purrs in Niin's lap, and shifts slightly to direct Niin's hand.
Professor ir'Balos fields Kiefer's questions expertly and with a grin. "I'm in the wrong department, d'Cannith, but I can tell you this much: it's almost certainly a remnant from the Age of Giants, and whether it's a scepter, a wand or some other piece of something, it's got Headmaster Larrian all googly-eyed." He gestures to the pamphlet in Kiefer's hand as he hands another to a passerby. "It should be put on display within the hour; there's a stage set up in the antechamber to the Dezina Museum of Antiquities, where they'll be discussing it every two hours starting... Just under an hour from now." Kiefer knows that the museum he mentioned is about halfway up Dalannan Tower, which is the central tower of the main campus.
The pamphlet that Kiefer has in her hand describes multiple events. There's a discussion of the metallurgic traditions of Xen'drik in another stage in the Dezina Museum, and the giant's skull is being put on display in front of Valdain Museum of Natural History. The stages outside the Hadrill Gardens will have displays of local flora, and a local from Xen'drik will be discussing their known uses, with separate discussions on medicinal and social/religious use. There will be a demonstration of Giant alchemical techniques (if you can call it a demonstration), a discussion of drow iconography, and a member of a tabaxi tribe from Xen'drik will be describing their creation myth with the aid of a gnomish illusionist. Each of these will occur at the same times at their respective stages (aside from the separate discussions on the social and medicinal uses of plants from Xen'drik, which will alternate), every two hours over the next two days, starting at 11 in the morning and ending at sundown with a presentation of a piece of Giant music recovered from Xen'drik and presented by Morgrave University's own Musical Society.
Meanwhile, Balderk is approached by a group of shifter students who laugh and applaud Balderk's attempt without malice. One of them, a lean young man with mildly feline features, introduces himself as Kiir, and says, "The jumps're part of it, yeah, but it's like this, right: each team's got a totem, so you jus' got to get the other team's totem and keep your own, right? So you use the field. Make it showy." Kiir grins at another shifter, who squares up with him and returns the expression. He waves Balderk in behind him along with a couple of other students and says, "This'll be good. You come with me and get his totem back to this side. The others'll play defense. You with me?"As he finishes his sentence, another couple of students square up behind your opponents with a smile. (Balderk, if you want to play a game, please roll one of each of the following: an athletics check, an acrobatics check, and a performance check. Feel free to describe your part in the game as much as you want; the rolls will only apply to the outcome.)
As Raúril walks across the bridge from the Library to the Commons, her senses keep her apprised of her surroundings as best as they're able; Raúril smells roasted coffee and the scents of a number of brewing teas from a cafe; she hears the hushed voices of students talking about plans for the free day. She sees a small delegation of elves outside of a bookshop, though none of them seem to be reading. And then there's Kiefer: standing at the entrance to the Commons, talking to a young human professor.
Balderk heartily accepts Kiir's invitation, "Uh, sorry about that, sometimes I get a little carried away. Its been awhile since I've had the chance to exercise the ol' metal and wood. But I will follow your lead." With that he lines up as directed and as they start Balderk will stay close to Kiir, shadowing him. As they proceed forward his natural instincts kick in, his eyes that are normally a bright green turn a more radiant white as he instinctively blocks and pushes away those who get too close to Kiir, trying his best to get Kiir to the totem.
Kiir smiles and claps Balderk's shoulder before the game begins. "Good man, and no sorries. Follow my lead."
Kiir jumps over hurtles with practiced ease, and Balderk follows right behind him. A small group of students cheer when Balderk and Kiir slip past a trio of students, making them break their formation. Kiir does a half-pirouette atop one of the higher barriers to glance back at Balderk, who vaults over a low wall, grabs onto a higher wall and swings himself high enough to jump over the last low barrier between himself and the totem. Kiir laughs brightly, a competitive light shining from his eyes, and says, "Grab it and head back! I'll cover you!"
(Balderk, make one more Athletics check with advantage! [Roll twice and take the higher roll!])
Raúril's expression betrays little of the incredulity she feels - or so she hopes. How interesting... not the ill tempered, sagacious sort I imagined. Youthful or wizened, it's hard to tell from here. I've no doubt she's enthusiastic, too, the way she is pinning down this poor professor. The firbolg sighs, leaning into the shadow of a girder. Yes, I'm sure she can help me. But I won't interrupt their debate... what is it about? Jotunish magic?
Her gaze drifts out across the Hadrill Gardens, settling on the elvish troupe briefly, then panning out to more distant elements: on a far away stage, one little violist is struggling to keep up with a flurry of bassoon notes. While his musicality is evident, Raúril cannot help but flinch at his limp wrist - a factor which impedes the halfling's intonation, and commonly causes longterm aches and pains. Her attention shifts again, and what she sees causes her to do a double take. Is that... is that an automaton amongst those beastfolk?
Balderk looks to Kiir, "You can count on me friend!", he then turns and grabs the totem, his eyes changing yet again to a glowing red. He hurtles himself over the low barrier back towards their side and starts to sprint at full speed, letting nothing and no one stop him. It is hard to tell because of his wooden and metal features but those watching him would swear that a large grin came across his face as he roared with excitement.
Niin looks fondly at her cat, and obliges with the new and requested petting pattern. She watches as the musicians prepare, but mostly her mind wanders to other things. She hears Balder roar with... joy? Rage? She glances in that direction, but without a good vantage (sitting down, crowd) she just brings her attention back to the crowd, listening to the different languages (she knows many), and generally spacing out (she has a very low Passive Perception).
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"Thank you, Professor" Kiefer says with a polite nod, before moving away blindly into the crowd, scanning the pamphlet and paying no attention to anyone she might bumps into. She reaches into the voluminous sleeve of her coat and tinkers with something there before muttering to herself, "Almost an hour from now, Philips, keep an eye on the time." Reaching into another pocket of her cloak she pulls out a thermos and takes a swig: anyone close by would immediately recognise the smell of coffee, a student staple and the only way Kiefer manages to get through her long nights of research. As she does, she scans the crowd and immediately notes the towering Firbolg. Ah yes, that might be the person I was supposed to meet. She makes her way towards them determinedly. "Hello. Are you Rauril?"
This spontaneous introduction catches Rau unprepared. She extends a hand, kneeling down a little so as not to cast a shadow over Kiefer’s slighter figure. “Perhaps… and you must be the notorious tinkerer I’ve heard about” With an awkward glance about, she adds“I trust you’re enjoying the festivities?”
"Yes. Kiefer d'Cannith," she shakes the proffered hand briskly. "Hmm? Oh yes, sure, the festivities. I'm actually waiting to see one of the exhibits in a little less than an hour from now. Shall we take a seat and discuss a few things while I wait?" Kiefer leads the way to the fountain which appears a little less crowded and takes a seat not too far from a young woman reading a book and petting a cat. She takes a seat and watches the Shifters and a Warforged playing their game and smiles; what her House did to those Warforged during the war was unforgivable. Getting right down to business, Kiefer asks "So Rauril, what do you believe is the source of your magical abilities?"
Even Niin can’t help but notice the very tall firbolg and the distinctive woman who sit near her (though Sast’s gentle pricking through her sleeve helps) and she shifts to be able to watch them better.
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The mid morning sun shines brightly on the streets of the University District, high atop Menthis Plateau, as Morgrave University prepares for an event weeks in the making. Lectures have been cancelled, stages have been set outside the Greenhouses of the Hadrill Gardens, and students stroll slowly toward the main campus in the center of the complex, headed to cafes on the Bridge or to the relative calm of the Library before the lecture halls open their doors. The University's annual Xen'drik Cultural and Archaeological Festival has been infused with new life this year as the Wavewalker's expeditionary team returned last month with what the University is calling "astounding insights into the current and past cultures of Xen'drik." Some of the biggest artifacts couldn't be concealed: a giant silver wand nearly 6 feet tall, inscribed with runes and inlaid with swirling jasper all along its length; a giant's skull, its agatized surface glimmering in the light. Rumors abound about the rest, and stories from the crew of the Wavewalker have been varied, with talk of live magical serpents and strange bronze works of art and weaponry. Scholars from all over Khorvaire are expected to arrive; visitors from the Library of Korranberg have been spotted in the stacks of Morgrave's own, and mages from Arcanix have already taken residence in Shava House for the event.
You are in the Commons. To the southeast, the Bridge stretches across the gap between towers to Lareth Hall, with the Library and the rest of the main campus below it. At the entrance to the Bridge, Orren ir'Balos, one of the professors in the Natural History department, is handing out pamphlets about the various lectures and exhibits happening throughout the day with a small team of student volunteers. The Commons itself is abuzz with students setting up their own events in the midst of the usual food carts. The Student Civil Service Association has set up a raffle, with the proceeds being donated to a poverty relief organization in Stoneyard, down in Lower Northedge; a small group of shifters play a modified version of hrazhak on a stretch of grass turned into an obstacle course, performing feats of athleticism and acrobatics while inviting other students to take part. The Morgrave Musical Society has set up a small but beautiful stage near the central fountain, with performances slated for every few hours; a couple of musicians have already arrived, standing near the stage with bright smiles as they talk amongst themselves. Members of the Historical Society and the Ancient Languages Club chat to one another excitedly as they plan their days around the festival.
The autumn air is cool and scented with the sweetness and spice of food carts. Students and guests mill about, waiting for everything to start, their voices a murmur against the open sky above you. Airships like haloed dragonflies drift lazily among the floating towers of the Skyway and off along the horizon, and smaller skycoaches occasionally rise up from the city below you, depositing people in the Commons or farther afield.
Niin wanders a little through the crowd. She would have come with Balderk, maybe, but she’d had to visit with some of the scholars from the Library in Korranberg, about their sponsorship of her education. Now, she wasn’t sure where to go, or where to stop. Sast trails her through the crowd, careful of feet. Finally, Niin finds herself in front of the stage by the fountain, and after a moment she sits on the edge (edit: of the fountain) and pulls out a slim book, opening it to read. But she finds her thoughts drifting, and her eyes, too, to the stage and the musicians preparing there. Sast jumps up into her lap, settling on top of the book she isn’t using, and with a small smile, she strokes her fur. Giving up on the pretense of the book, Niin begins to look around at the crowd, hearing snatches of conversation and working out the origins of the visitors. It is like a puzzle and working on it settles her mind.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Kiefer had heard of the giant silver wand the Wavewalker's had found in Xen'drik and on this rare occasion, emerged from her lab to ensure she could have the chance to see it. Not only see it, but perhaps find and beg the Dean for a chance to study it. She takes a pamphlet from Professor ir'Balos and scrutinizes it looking for the scheduled time and place where the wand would be exhibited.
Should the professor have a moment, she asks them "What have you heard of this wand? Is it Giant magic? A remnant of the Age of Giants?" and will continue peppering them with questions until she is dismissed to wait impatiently among the crowd.
Balderk would have tagged along with Niin at first, his shoulder perhaps being a perch for Sast at first to watch things above most of the crowd. Once he sees the shifters and their obstacle course however his attentions and interest become piqued. He picks Sast up gently and puts her down near Niin, letting Niin know he will catch up with her, but first there is an obstacle course that must be won.
Once Balderk gets to where the course is he immediately inserts himself into the group, introducing himself, clapping others on the back, but waiting until a turn became available for someone to do the course. He proceeds through the course perhaps too excitedly since it has been awhile since he had the opportunity for such activity.
Athletics Roll (It is in the game log, apologies for the 3 rolls, they werent showing up at first hence me rolling more than once): 7
Upon emerging from the Library, Raúril is plunged into a sea of sensory pleasures: the multitude of mingled aromas, the bedazzling colors, the roar of a thousand voices in winding polyphony, all married into a frenzied festival buzz. It’s a very different world to the Hall of Aureon and its sobriety, and the contrast hits like a mallet to the head. Though dizzied, the firbolg keeps an eye out for Ms d’Cannith - an individual she is impatient to finally meet.
Edit: Rau rolled a 17 perception to spot Keifer.
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On the other side of the stage from Niin's perch, a half-elf student quietly tunes a bassoon, her eyes closed as she adjusts the mouthpiece, plays a note, and adjusts it again, bringing its voice a fraction of a quartertone higher. As she begins warming up, a halfling with a violin joins in. Some of the nearby students are talking about an aria to be performed later that night while one of the nearby guests, an old woman in an immaculate black suit, reads aloud from a pamphlet in a Karrnathi accent. Sast purrs in Niin's lap, and shifts slightly to direct Niin's hand.
Professor ir'Balos fields Kiefer's questions expertly and with a grin. "I'm in the wrong department, d'Cannith, but I can tell you this much: it's almost certainly a remnant from the Age of Giants, and whether it's a scepter, a wand or some other piece of something, it's got Headmaster Larrian all googly-eyed." He gestures to the pamphlet in Kiefer's hand as he hands another to a passerby. "It should be put on display within the hour; there's a stage set up in the antechamber to the Dezina Museum of Antiquities, where they'll be discussing it every two hours starting... Just under an hour from now." Kiefer knows that the museum he mentioned is about halfway up Dalannan Tower, which is the central tower of the main campus.
The pamphlet that Kiefer has in her hand describes multiple events. There's a discussion of the metallurgic traditions of Xen'drik in another stage in the Dezina Museum, and the giant's skull is being put on display in front of Valdain Museum of Natural History. The stages outside the Hadrill Gardens will have displays of local flora, and a local from Xen'drik will be discussing their known uses, with separate discussions on medicinal and social/religious use. There will be a demonstration of Giant alchemical techniques (if you can call it a demonstration), a discussion of drow iconography, and a member of a tabaxi tribe from Xen'drik will be describing their creation myth with the aid of a gnomish illusionist. Each of these will occur at the same times at their respective stages (aside from the separate discussions on the social and medicinal uses of plants from Xen'drik, which will alternate), every two hours over the next two days, starting at 11 in the morning and ending at sundown with a presentation of a piece of Giant music recovered from Xen'drik and presented by Morgrave University's own Musical Society.
Meanwhile, Balderk is approached by a group of shifter students who laugh and applaud Balderk's attempt without malice. One of them, a lean young man with mildly feline features, introduces himself as Kiir, and says, "The jumps're part of it, yeah, but it's like this, right: each team's got a totem, so you jus' got to get the other team's totem and keep your own, right? So you use the field. Make it showy." Kiir grins at another shifter, who squares up with him and returns the expression. He waves Balderk in behind him along with a couple of other students and says, "This'll be good. You come with me and get his totem back to this side. The others'll play defense. You with me?" As he finishes his sentence, another couple of students square up behind your opponents with a smile. (Balderk, if you want to play a game, please roll one of each of the following: an athletics check, an acrobatics check, and a performance check. Feel free to describe your part in the game as much as you want; the rolls will only apply to the outcome.)
As Raúril walks across the bridge from the Library to the Commons, her senses keep her apprised of her surroundings as best as they're able; Raúril smells roasted coffee and the scents of a number of brewing teas from a cafe; she hears the hushed voices of students talking about plans for the free day. She sees a small delegation of elves outside of a bookshop, though none of them seem to be reading. And then there's Kiefer: standing at the entrance to the Commons, talking to a young human professor.
Balderk heartily accepts Kiir's invitation, "Uh, sorry about that, sometimes I get a little carried away. Its been awhile since I've had the chance to exercise the ol' metal and wood. But I will follow your lead." With that he lines up as directed and as they start Balderk will stay close to Kiir, shadowing him. As they proceed forward his natural instincts kick in, his eyes that are normally a bright green turn a more radiant white as he instinctively blocks and pushes away those who get too close to Kiir, trying his best to get Kiir to the totem.
Athletics: 14, Acrobatics: 15, Performance: 11
Kiir smiles and claps Balderk's shoulder before the game begins. "Good man, and no sorries. Follow my lead."
Kiir jumps over hurtles with practiced ease, and Balderk follows right behind him. A small group of students cheer when Balderk and Kiir slip past a trio of students, making them break their formation. Kiir does a half-pirouette atop one of the higher barriers to glance back at Balderk, who vaults over a low wall, grabs onto a higher wall and swings himself high enough to jump over the last low barrier between himself and the totem. Kiir laughs brightly, a competitive light shining from his eyes, and says, "Grab it and head back! I'll cover you!"
(Balderk, make one more Athletics check with advantage! [Roll twice and take the higher roll!])
Raúril's expression betrays little of the incredulity she feels - or so she hopes. How interesting... not the ill tempered, sagacious sort I imagined. Youthful or wizened, it's hard to tell from here. I've no doubt she's enthusiastic, too, the way she is pinning down this poor professor. The firbolg sighs, leaning into the shadow of a girder. Yes, I'm sure she can help me. But I won't interrupt their debate... what is it about? Jotunish magic?
Her gaze drifts out across the Hadrill Gardens, settling on the elvish troupe briefly, then panning out to more distant elements: on a far away stage, one little violist is struggling to keep up with a flurry of bassoon notes. While his musicality is evident, Raúril cannot help but flinch at his limp wrist - a factor which impedes the halfling's intonation, and commonly causes longterm aches and pains. Her attention shifts again, and what she sees causes her to do a double take. Is that... is that an automaton amongst those beastfolk?
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Balderk looks to Kiir, "You can count on me friend!", he then turns and grabs the totem, his eyes changing yet again to a glowing red. He hurtles himself over the low barrier back towards their side and starts to sprint at full speed, letting nothing and no one stop him. It is hard to tell because of his wooden and metal features but those watching him would swear that a large grin came across his face as he roared with excitement.
Athletics: 25 in game log
Niin looks fondly at her cat, and obliges with the new and requested petting pattern. She watches as the musicians prepare, but mostly her mind wanders to other things. She hears Balder roar with... joy? Rage? She glances in that direction, but without a good vantage (sitting down, crowd) she just brings her attention back to the crowd, listening to the different languages (she knows many), and generally spacing out (she has a very low Passive Perception).
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"Thank you, Professor" Kiefer says with a polite nod, before moving away blindly into the crowd, scanning the pamphlet and paying no attention to anyone she might bumps into. She reaches into the voluminous sleeve of her coat and tinkers with something there before muttering to herself, "Almost an hour from now, Philips, keep an eye on the time." Reaching into another pocket of her cloak she pulls out a thermos and takes a swig: anyone close by would immediately recognise the smell of coffee, a student staple and the only way Kiefer manages to get through her long nights of research. As she does, she scans the crowd and immediately notes the towering Firbolg. Ah yes, that might be the person I was supposed to meet. She makes her way towards them determinedly. "Hello. Are you Rauril?"
This spontaneous introduction catches Rau unprepared. She extends a hand, kneeling down a little so as not to cast a shadow over Kiefer’s slighter figure. “Perhaps… and you must be the notorious tinkerer I’ve heard about” With an awkward glance about, she adds “I trust you’re enjoying the festivities?”
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"Yes. Kiefer d'Cannith," she shakes the proffered hand briskly. "Hmm? Oh yes, sure, the festivities. I'm actually waiting to see one of the exhibits in a little less than an hour from now. Shall we take a seat and discuss a few things while I wait?" Kiefer leads the way to the fountain which appears a little less crowded and takes a seat not too far from a young woman reading a book and petting a cat. She takes a seat and watches the Shifters and a Warforged playing their game and smiles; what her House did to those Warforged during the war was unforgivable. Getting right down to business, Kiefer asks "So Rauril, what do you believe is the source of your magical abilities?"
Even Niin can’t help but notice the very tall firbolg and the distinctive woman who sit near her (though Sast’s gentle pricking through her sleeve helps) and she shifts to be able to watch them better.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.