Promising recruits are trained here under the tutelage of experienced spelljammers, who prepare fledgling spacefarers for the perils of Wildspace and the Astral Sea.
Please create a level one character that has been recruited to join the elite school for piloting and crewing a Spelljamming ship.
There are no restrictions on race or backgrounds. In your backstory, please describe what you did to draw the attention of a recruiter.
Your ship arrives at the Sea Dock of the Spelljammer Academy, an expansive sea cave contains berths for oceangoing vessels. Smells of the ocean and dock mingle with the animal pens for livestock. It is bustling with the activity of people moving cargo on and off ships.
It has been a long trip, but you are finally here ready for your next adventure.
Aaravos, a youthful-looking Astral Elf, steps onto the docks, their ethereal presence possibly capturing eyes of people near by. With porcelain-like pale skin, their visage seems untouched by time. Their medium-length hair, as white as snow, cascades around their face, framing piercing eyes that shimmer with a light, starlit blue. The eyes themselves hold a captivating quality, as if reflecting the vastness of the cosmos.
Adorned in exquisite clothing, Aaravos wears a mix of rich blues, golds, and silvers. Golden head adornments gracefully curve alongside their ears. Despite their youthful appearance, Aaravos carries an aura of wisdom and experience, their facial expression both reserved and enigmatic. You might spot a slight smile if you keep a close eye on Aaravos
A slender longsword rests at Aaravos' side, its hilt intricately crafted with celestial motifs that mirror the brilliance of their eyes. As a symbol of their connection to the astral plane, Aaravos wears a radiant blue amulet around their neck, its luminosity matching the captivating hue of their gaze.
BR-AK6's foot anchors firmly onto the dock. The force of the impact sends a short wave of force up his bronze body, rippling the scales of his armor before gently crashing into his backpack. The shiny steel scales briefly clatter; scattering dappled light before settling back down. BR-AK6 awkwardly swings his other foot to rest near the first. The motion seems labored: as though he were weighted down somehow.
The warforged stands tall and straight his arms up and hands tucked behind the backpack's straps. His dull brass skin contrasts against the obviously new and unadorned scalemail armor that clings tightly to his metal body. Obscuring his face is a simple carved wooden face mask. The expression on the mask is hard to read. Some would say it looks like determination, but others would say it better resembles boredom. Behind the mask lies a pair of motionless silvery eyes that glow slightly, illuminating the mask's shallow eye sockets.
The leather and canvas pack on his back is large, but not overly full. A large, round brass shield is strapped neatly across the back. It's unadorned yet polished to a gorgeous shine.
Now standing in front of the gangplank, BR-AK6 takes in his surroundings. Methodically turning his head to take in the wonderous sights, sounds and smells before a passer-by bumps into him: abruptly ending the moment and forcing him to shuffle around, readjust, and find his place out of the way of the crowd of dockworkers and passengers hustling about. Now standing to the side, he raises his chest and puffs up his belly before quickly returning to normal. He thought it was a good impression of a real sigh; but it wouldn't have fooled anyone. He also thought the motion would've helped him relax; but he was only fooling himself.
"You got this, Bee-arr Aykay Six." he said, attempting to fool himself again. Despite misgivings, he continues forward; attempting to match the determination he believes he is wearing on his face.
The air smells salty as would being this close to the sea, but no hint of decay like most docks.
Sea gulls prowl for morsels of unguarded food or hiding vermin scurrying between crates.
Please make a Perception check.
If you are on a computer, click on dice icon in the formatting bar (black square with 3 diagonal dots). Where it says "Add to result" put your skill modifier to the roll, so if it is +3, enter 3. It will drop a bit of code inline that will roll the result when you post. If you are on mobile, I'd roll in the DnDBeyond app. Formatting is hard on mobile.
The sailor says, "I will escort you there shortly when the third cadet arrives".
"You will get a copy during your Academy Orientation, but you can take this one. The Simulation Deck is midway through the tower". He points to the second bubble on the right side.
"Please note the colors correspond to the security levels. The instructors will go over this in more detail after initial testing."
If you are on a computer, click on dice icon in the formatting bar (black square with 3 diagonal dots). Where it says "Add to result" put your skill modifier to the roll, so if it is +3, enter 3. It will drop a bit of code inline that will roll the result when you post. If you are on mobile, I'd roll in the DnDBeyond app. Formatting is hard on mobile.
Aaravos nods their head to the sailor and begins to folow BR-AK6. Eyeing the Warforge closly never seeing a Warforge with such personality in their movements then looking around for this third cadet the sailor spoke of.
Rolled a 22
Aaravos almost runs into the back of BR-AK6 when he swings back to ask where they are going. Aaravos is in the "taking it all in mode", the sight the sounds and even the smells.
Frustrated, Draven is finally released from the prison like walls of the questioning room. An unwelcome yet common occurrence whenever he is in a port occupied with any authority. He was going to be late.
“Well, your paperwork is not counterfeit after all. I don’t know who the hell signed off on letting you any where near the city, let alone inside the academy“ said the guard captain.
“Just know that we will be keeping a very close eye on you. At the first sign of trouble, you’ll be shipped off to wherever you came from. And if you’re lucky, it will be in one piece.”
Draven’s paperwork was shoved back into his hands, he barely had enough time to get out of the doorway before it slammed shut behind him.
To an onlooker, Draven’s black hair and ashy gray skin, pupilless stark green eyes, and rough attire looked out of place on what would otherwise be a dwarven physique. A second glance would reveal the pulsing obsidian veins running throughout his body, nearly blending into the multitude of tattoos covering his arms and legs. The thin features of his face reminiscent of a corpse, yet here he was walking through a crowded street.
After a brisk walk back to the docks, Draven sees an academy sailor impatiently tapping on his clip board next to two other individuals. He rushes over, hoping to not worsen the first impression he was already expecting to be poor.
The Sailor is busy reviewing his paperwork that, at least in his mind, 'This is not why he signed up to brave the sea and skies'.
From between the crates, a little white cat pokes out its head. Around its neck is a red collar, with a small gold bell.
Silently, it darts out toward BR-AK6 weaving between its bronze legs and again with Aaravos settling comfortablybetween you too. Small gold and silver runes circle the collar. It looks up at you.
Seeing the all-too-familiar scowl on the approaching sailors face, Draven quickly shuffles his papers in order, preparing for another confrontation. "Why did I bother returning to society?" he thinks to himself.
He looks up and attempts to smile at the Sailor.
"Hello! I'm sorry I'm late. Your security team is quite thorough...." He chokes out, hoping it wasn't too raspy.
Carefully watching Draven has he appoarches the group. Aaravos eyes narrow as they look the newcommer up and down and then realizing that he is actually the third cadet. But as soon as they make eye contact Aarvos slowly turns away and drops down to one knee and looks at the cat closer. Not trying to hide their gaze but rather just moving on for now.
"How interesting. What a nice collar you have... My name is Aaravos. What is your name?" Sligly cocking his head to side with no expression other than curiousty.
The Sailor hems and haws trying to pretend he was not flustered and well under control.
"Well, I see that you are here now. Very good!"
He leads Draven back over to collect the other recruits and head away from the docks.
Aaravos and BR-AK6
The white cat disappeared when you briefly looked away. You see it again on the way out of the docks in the corner of your eye. A white streak snagged a fish from a basket that had been left unattended then darts off.
You are led to the Simulation Chamber. It is is a broad circular space with a domed ceiling, its stone walls carved with arcane runes that fill the area with bright light.
The door closes and the runes flair to blinding.
Please roll for Initiative!
If you still need to choose equipment please get the basic gear you will need. Aaravos and BR-AK6 both have a relatively expensive non-magical item. Draven can as well.
You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”
Welcome to Spelljammer Academy!
Promising recruits are trained here under the tutelage of experienced spelljammers, who prepare fledgling spacefarers for the perils of Wildspace and the Astral Sea.
Please create a level one character that has been recruited to join the elite school for piloting and crewing a Spelljamming ship.
There are no restrictions on race or backgrounds. In your backstory, please describe what you did to draw the attention of a recruiter.
Your ship arrives at the Sea Dock of the Spelljammer Academy, an expansive sea cave contains berths for oceangoing vessels. Smells of the ocean and dock mingle with the animal pens for livestock. It is bustling with the activity of people moving cargo on and off ships.
It has been a long trip, but you are finally here ready for your next adventure.
Please describe your character.
Aaravos, a youthful-looking Astral Elf, steps onto the docks, their ethereal presence possibly capturing eyes of people near by. With porcelain-like pale skin, their visage seems untouched by time. Their medium-length hair, as white as snow, cascades around their face, framing piercing eyes that shimmer with a light, starlit blue. The eyes themselves hold a captivating quality, as if reflecting the vastness of the cosmos.
Adorned in exquisite clothing, Aaravos wears a mix of rich blues, golds, and silvers. Golden head adornments gracefully curve alongside their ears. Despite their youthful appearance, Aaravos carries an aura of wisdom and experience, their facial expression both reserved and enigmatic. You might spot a slight smile if you keep a close eye on Aaravos
A slender longsword rests at Aaravos' side, its hilt intricately crafted with celestial motifs that mirror the brilliance of their eyes. As a symbol of their connection to the astral plane, Aaravos wears a radiant blue amulet around their neck, its luminosity matching the captivating hue of their gaze.
BR-AK6's foot anchors firmly onto the dock. The force of the impact sends a short wave of force up his bronze body, rippling the scales of his armor before gently crashing into his backpack. The shiny steel scales briefly clatter; scattering dappled light before settling back down. BR-AK6 awkwardly swings his other foot to rest near the first. The motion seems labored: as though he were weighted down somehow.
The warforged stands tall and straight his arms up and hands tucked behind the backpack's straps. His dull brass skin contrasts against the obviously new and unadorned scalemail armor that clings tightly to his metal body. Obscuring his face is a simple carved wooden face mask. The expression on the mask is hard to read. Some would say it looks like determination, but others would say it better resembles boredom. Behind the mask lies a pair of motionless silvery eyes that glow slightly, illuminating the mask's shallow eye sockets.
The leather and canvas pack on his back is large, but not overly full. A large, round brass shield is strapped neatly across the back. It's unadorned yet polished to a gorgeous shine.
Now standing in front of the gangplank, BR-AK6 takes in his surroundings. Methodically turning his head to take in the wonderous sights, sounds and smells before a passer-by bumps into him: abruptly ending the moment and forcing him to shuffle around, readjust, and find his place out of the way of the crowd of dockworkers and passengers hustling about. Now standing to the side, he raises his chest and puffs up his belly before quickly returning to normal. He thought it was a good impression of a real sigh; but it wouldn't have fooled anyone. He also thought the motion would've helped him relax; but he was only fooling himself.
"You got this, Bee-arr Aykay Six." he said, attempting to fool himself again. Despite misgivings, he continues forward; attempting to match the determination he believes he is wearing on his face.
A sailor in a crisp blue uniform walks up to you with a clip board, "I was told to pick up three recruits..."
He looks around pensively.
All the people moving cargo on and off the ships at the dock are wearing a sash, bandana, or something else in shades of over-washed green.
"You are due at the Simulations Deck".
The air smells salty as would being this close to the sea, but no hint of decay like most docks.
Sea gulls prowl for morsels of unguarded food or hiding vermin scurrying between crates.
Please make a Perception check.
If you are on a computer, click on dice icon in the formatting bar (black square with 3 diagonal dots). Where it says "Add to result" put your skill modifier to the roll, so if it is +3, enter 3. It will drop a bit of code inline that will roll the result when you post. If you are on mobile, I'd roll in the DnDBeyond app. Formatting is hard on mobile.
"Aye sir!" BR-AK6 replied, offering up a salute. He turns and begins walking before turning back to the sailor.
"Err, where is the Simulation Deck, exactly?"
The sailor says, "I will escort you there shortly when the third cadet arrives".
"You will get a copy during your Academy Orientation, but you can take this one. The Simulation Deck is midway through the tower". He points to the second bubble on the right side.
"Please note the colors correspond to the security levels. The instructors will go over this in more detail after initial testing."
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Out of Context (OoC)
Both of you, please make a Perception Check.
If you are on a computer, click on dice icon in the formatting bar (black square with 3 diagonal dots). Where it says "Add to result" put your skill modifier to the roll, so if it is +3, enter 3. It will drop a bit of code inline that will roll the result when you post. If you are on mobile, I'd roll in the DnDBeyond app. Formatting is hard on mobile.
BR-AK6 perks up, trying to be more aware of things
18
BR-AK6 sees two gold eyes three inches from the floor in the shadows between two crates 10 feet away.
Aaravos nods their head to the sailor and begins to folow BR-AK6. Eyeing the Warforge closly never seeing a Warforge with such personality in their movements then looking around for this third cadet the sailor spoke of.
Rolled a 22
Aaravos almost runs into the back of BR-AK6 when he swings back to ask where they are going. Aaravos is in the "taking it all in mode", the sight the sounds and even the smells.
Only words he says are in his head " I made it"
Frustrated, Draven is finally released from the prison like walls of the questioning room. An unwelcome yet common occurrence whenever he is in a port occupied with any authority. He was going to be late.
“Well, your paperwork is not counterfeit after all. I don’t know who the hell signed off on letting you any where near the city, let alone inside the academy“ said the guard captain.
“Just know that we will be keeping a very close eye on you. At the first sign of trouble, you’ll be shipped off to wherever you came from. And if you’re lucky, it will be in one piece.”
Draven’s paperwork was shoved back into his hands, he barely had enough time to get out of the doorway before it slammed shut behind him.
To an onlooker, Draven’s black hair and ashy gray skin, pupilless stark green eyes, and rough attire looked out of place on what would otherwise be a dwarven physique. A second glance would reveal the pulsing obsidian veins running throughout his body, nearly blending into the multitude of tattoos covering his arms and legs. The thin features of his face reminiscent of a corpse, yet here he was walking through a crowded street.
After a brisk walk back to the docks, Draven sees an academy sailor impatiently tapping on his clip board next to two other individuals. He rushes over, hoping to not worsen the first impression he was already expecting to be poor.
The Sailor is busy reviewing his paperwork that, at least in his mind, 'This is not why he signed up to brave the sea and skies'.
From between the crates, a little white cat pokes out its head. Around its neck is a red collar, with a small gold bell.
Silently, it darts out toward BR-AK6 weaving between its bronze legs and again with Aaravos settling comfortably between you too. Small gold and silver runes circle the collar. It looks up at you.
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In the distance, there is some sort of commotion on the docks. Someone seems upset from the tone.
BR-AK6 looks toward and waves hello to the cat.
"Greetings, small one. Are you also here to receive academic instruction?"
Without waiting for a response, BR-AK6 reaches out his hand, offering a handshake.
It offers you its paw then snuggles up to your leg.
"I have a spot under my collar that could really use a scratch, if you would be so kind." the cat replies.
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The Sailor looks up and sees the third cadet. It said Duergar in the paperwork, but he assumed it would be alive. He stomps off to intercept.
Seeing the all-too-familiar scowl on the approaching sailors face, Draven quickly shuffles his papers in order, preparing for another confrontation. "Why did I bother returning to society?" he thinks to himself.
He looks up and attempts to smile at the Sailor.
"Hello! I'm sorry I'm late. Your security team is quite thorough...." He chokes out, hoping it wasn't too raspy.
Carefully watching Draven has he appoarches the group. Aaravos eyes narrow as they look the newcommer up and down and then realizing that he is actually the third cadet. But as soon as they make eye contact Aarvos slowly turns away and drops down to one knee and looks at the cat closer. Not trying to hide their gaze but rather just moving on for now.
"How interesting. What a nice collar you have... My name is Aaravos. What is your name?" Sligly cocking his head to side with no expression other than curiousty.
"Some call me Mogget"
The runes get brighter as you get close.
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The Sailor hems and haws trying to pretend he was not flustered and well under control.
"Well, I see that you are here now. Very good!"
He leads Draven back over to collect the other recruits and head away from the docks.
Aaravos and BR-AK6
The white cat disappeared when you briefly looked away. You see it again on the way out of the docks in the corner of your eye. A white streak snagged a fish from a basket that had been left unattended then darts off.
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You are led to the Simulation Chamber. It is is a broad circular space with a domed ceiling, its stone walls carved with arcane runes that fill the area with bright light.
The door closes and the runes flair to blinding.
Please roll for Initiative!
If you still need to choose equipment please get the basic gear you will need. Aaravos and BR-AK6 both have a relatively expensive non-magical item. Draven can as well.
You stand on the deck of your spelljamming ship, Moonraider, even as explosions obliterate two of its masts and hurl a dozen of your fellow sailors into Wildspace! Distant stars and wheeling clouds of multicolored gas spin around you as the first pirate galleon slams into Moonraider’s starboard side, and a gust of foul wind washes over you as the galleon’s air envelope merges with your own. Seconds later, your vessel is boarded by astral reavers—humanoids possessed of strange features, waving cruel weapons, and unleashing blasts of magic.
Captain Sardax lies on the deck nearby, her body ruined by shrapnel. “Hold the top deck!” she snarls with her dying breath. “Grant them no quarter!”