Strixhaven. One of the most prestigious magic schools in all of Arcavios, some would THE most prestigious. And you were accepted. A hubbub of students surround the central building, the Biblioplex. You stand, looking at the white marble of the magnificent building.
In your first post, describe how you arrive to school, as well as your feelings about this momentous day in your life.
Ooboron felt like his life was over. How could this have happened? How could he have been accepted? He had never been away from his tribe — not even for one night — and here he was about to travel almost a week away to live at Strixhaven. The young loxodon stands beside his cot, a single bag of his personal effects resting upon it. While he stares at the bag, his thoughts are a million miles away.
"Ooby?" his grandmother's sweet voice asks from behind him.
Ooboron takes a deep breath and sighs it out through his trunk. Turning around, he looks up at his favorite person with pleading, silver eyes.
His grandmother is in fact slightly shorter than this grandchild of hers, but while she is fighting to keep her good posture, Ooboron has always had the bad habit of rolling his shoulders forward to reduce his height, and so she continues to look down into his face. The wizened loxodon walks forward and puts her hands on Ooboron's shoulders. Her face, as always, is calm, slightly sympathetic, and full of love. "Oh, Ooby. Everything's going to be fine. In fact, it's going to be better than fine. You need to get away. You need to find out what the world's like." She pauses, inviting him to say something.
Finally, he takes another deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. "I wish you hadn't convinced me to fill out that application."
"Oh, Ooby," she says, drawing him in for a big hug, "we're going to miss you." After a few moments — agony for him, but sweet for her — she eases him back to arm's length. "I almost forgot," she says with a smile. She reaches into a pocket and draws out a necklace. Holding it out to him, Ooboron can see the pendant is shaped like a loxodon head. It looks slightly like his grandfather's, he thinks. "Whenever you find yourself afraid, simply grasp this pendant." Ooboron squints up at her, clearly confused. "It's magic," she almost whispers, nodding to assure him. "While I'm not around to encourage you, this will help. Just pretend that it's me. And remember," she says, her voice taking on the edge he has heard every time she or his father (her son) is warning him to mind the rules, "this is a family heirloom. Don't lose it." That said, she smiles again.
Ooboron can't help but mirror her smile. He puts the necklace on. Looking as if he is getting up the courage to say something, Ooboron's grandmother waits as patiently as she always does. But as he's about to open his mouth, his father's voice booms. "Ready to go, Ooboron?" The larger-than-life loxodon marches in, smiling. "The wagon's ready. Did you remember everything?"
"Yes, Dad," Ooboron says, turning to pick up the bag. Beside it on the cot are his lute and lyre.
"You're only taking those?" Ooboron's father asks, peering over his son's shoulder. He looks over at the collection of other instruments in the corner.
"I don't need to take them all," Ooboron says. "These are enough." He puts the bag on his back and picks up the instruments, one in each hand. Not looking his grandmother in the eye, Ooboron leaves their hut and heads for the wagon.
Ooboron's father marches behind him. "See you in a couple of weeks, Mom. Take care of everyone while I'm away."
Ooboron's eyes remain on the ground as he says goodbye first to the rest of his family and then to the other members of the tribe. Almost the whole tribe turns out to send him off. His acceptance to Strixhaven was both a surprise and not a surprise. Ooboron's tribe has always seen him as extremely talented. He says very little, and quietly accepts hugs and words of encouragement. Finally, he and his father board the wagon and head off for Strixhaven.
The week on the road is full of Ooboron's father's voice. As usual, the gregarious older loxodon is used to doing most of the talking. To him, this adventure is exciting, and he has very little insight into Ooboron's fear and regret. Also, Ooboron is always quiet, so this was no different. Ooboron hears many of the same stories he's been hearing his father tell for years. But he likes them. He loves his father. Though they aren't very alike, Ooboron thinks the world of him and wishes he could be more like him. He doesn't hold it against his father that he doesn't realize Ooboron is miserable. He's actually glad. He's only seen his father sad a few times, and it was horrible.
After arriving at Strixhaven, Ooboron encourages his father to leave right away. If he were looking at his father's face, he would have seen a hurt look flash across the older loxodon's features, but he quickly recovers, smiles, places a big hand on his son's shoulder, and says, "You got it, Ooboron. I'm proud of you. I hope you have fun." He climbs back up onto the wagon. "Be sure to write," he calls. "Your Mom and Grandmom are going to want to hear everything."
Ooboron finally looks up to watch his father ride away for a few moments. Then, taking a deep breath, he turns and walks toward the nearest building.
A young woman with pallid skin, raven hair, and a solemn look on her face stands staring at the white marble facade of the Biblioplex. She is finally here. Getting to this place was not easy at all. First, it was rare to even encounter the name of Strixhaven in the Shadowfell, since Strixhaven existed on another plane entirely. But visitors known as Planeswalkers were not entirely unknown in the Shadowfell. It was one such visitor that told tales of wondrous places of learning, places such as Strixhaven and Candlekeep. These tales took hold in Elsenia's imagination until she could think of nothing else. It became an obsession for her, getting accepted into Strixhaven. Thus she worked hard for a year to save up enough gold to pay the Planeswalker to bring her an application and then to bring her to the plane of Arcavios once she received her acceptance letter. It had not been easy making enough gold. Elsenia worked as an assistant to her village's medicine woman, who brewed concoctions and tended the wounds and maladies of all in the village.
Her village was not all that saddened to see her go. Its inhabitants had always found her strange, too inquisitive, too curious for her own good they said. It was dangerous to dream of other worlds. She would just be disappointed. All they needed existed in the Shadowfell. Couldn't she see that? But no, Elsenia longed for more, longed for a place where she could receive a proper education, not become some hedge witch like so many Shadar-kai. Elsenia's family was small. It was really only her mother left; she had never known her father, who died when she was very young. Her mother was sad to see her go, but she was the only one who understood Elsenia's thirst for more.
"Be brave. Be strong," her mother told her the day the Planeswalker came to take her away. "I am proud of you."
These words still echoed in Elsenia's ears now as she gazed at the magnificent building. She would do her best to live by her mother's words. She would do her best to succeed. Failure was not an option.
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
Theodore walked calmly through the mass trying to look sure of himself. He passed by family giving heartfelt embraces and felt a touch of envy seeing the tears of those who will miss each other. He had no family and no experience with such...WHOA! That is the biggest kid he had ever seen in his life! Hearing about the grand race of Loxodons is one thing, seeing one in person was truly a wonder, especially since he was the only one - really stands out in a crowd.
He pulled on the cuffs of his newly acquired jacket and went through the ritual tugging on ears and dusting his vest making sure his pointy things were in place. They gave him more comfort than the fancy chain about his wrist. He was told it made magic but we'll see. The fixer wasn't named Shady for nothing.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
As Eliae's carriage rolls to a stop before the grand entrance of Strixhaven, she can't help but feel a sudden surge of anticipation and anxiety. The journey to the school had been long and boring, fraught with uncertainty and dotted with moments of self-doubt. She spent much time staring out the window at the steadily moving landscape, wondering if she was really good enough, truly worthy of being accepted to such an esteemed academy. Yet she had been, if the acceptance letter tucked into her pocket meant anything, and here she was, finally standing at the threshold of this new chapter of her life, this chance to prove herself to her father.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Eliae's auburn hair dances in the breeze, loosely braided away from her face and tied back with only a long white ribbon that blows against her pale, lightly freckled skin. Her amber eyes squint against the glow of the sun before widening in awe as she takes in the sight before her. The estate she called home was grand, it could not be denied, but the Biblioplex, with its ivory facade and soaring arches, is beyond comparison.
Around her, the air buzzes with the energy of countless students milling about, their animated conversations mingling with each other to form an excited cacophony of voices. Unused to the bustling crowds that surrounded her, Eliae finds herself momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the moment. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest as she navigates the sea of faces, each one so different from the other. For someone who has spent much of her life in the quiet solitude of study and contemplation, this onslaught of noise, colour and people is both exhilarating and incredibly daunting.
Yet, amidst the nervous flutter in her stomach, she nurses a flicker of excitement that soon ingnites into a steady blaze as she is caught up in the atmosphere. This was the day she had dreamed of for months now, the culmination of her years of hard work and dedication. To be accepted into Strixhaven, the pinnacle of magical academia, was an honour beyond compare - an opportunity that she had earnt. She would be damned if she didn’t make the most of it. And so, gathering her courage, she takes her first tentative step towards the academy.
The dark carriage pulled up before the Biblioplex. Venrys stepped from within and winced against the sudden bright sun. He was a tall, slender half-elf man with long dark hair and a black goatee. His dark, fine clothes stood out against his pale complexion, a dark doublet covered in a sprawling pattern of subtle golden vines.
The climate here was a stark difference from his overcast homeland of Szarkozia. He wanted to take in the beauty of his new home, the splendor of the white marble, but the light made the mark on his chest throb beneath his shirt. He strode hastily towards the front doors, forcing himself not to break into a sprint, and entered the great hall. A servant carried the bulk of his belongings, but Venrys carried as much as he was able. Including the tarnished trophy he'd recovered from the shabby estate he'd left behind.
"You needn't carry that, my lord," the servant said. "I can handle it if you're feeling fatigued."
Venrys set his pensive thoughts aside and flashed a gracious smile. "Ivar, you rode with me, I can't imagine you're any less fatigued. I could have managed this all myself, you didn't have to accompany me."
Ivar chuckled. "Young master-"
"-I told you not to call me that," Venrys gently interrupted. "I'm no one's master, and you know me well enough to know how much I hate formality."
"Very well, my lord," Ivar corrected himself smugly. "I also know you well enough to know that you absolutely cannot carry this much, despite how much you protest, and would probably injure yourself for the sake of your pride."
"It's not pride," Venrys grumbled, "It's just that-"
"'No one is too good for a hard day's labor', yes, I've heard the speech before," Ivar teased. "And I respect you because I know you mean it. It's why I stayed with your family through the last ten years. Now do me a favor and let me carry your things to your room."
Venrys beheld the lofty chamber. He should have been focusing on finding his schedule and his dorms, but all he could think about now was finding the answer to the many mysteries that had changed his life. The answer was here. It had to be.
Soon after, his paperwork was in order and he had received his schedule and his lodgings. He settled in quickly and awaited his dorm mates.
Weaver sat in the upper limbs of a tree near the entrance to the Bibbilyopolex, or whatever they called it. Her legs dangled freely, and she kicked absent-minded circles with her feet as she eagerly scanned the crowd for people of interest. Thanks to one of Waglin's portals, she had arrived early that day in a small wood nearby, and had already checked in and gotten her schedule and then asked what else was there to do? The slightly surprised administrative person said she should probably wait outside while the other students reported, so Weaver went out to watch. There weren't nearly as many centaurs, dryads, or unicorns as she was used to seeing, but she was actually pretty relieved she didn't see any sprites around. Sprites were trouble. Sprites got her into that mess with Auntie Bathsheba, that mean old hag who-
Weaver shook her head. "Focus, kid," she whispered to herself. Taking a small insulated canister from her satchel, she popped the top and took a deep draught of the dark brown beverage. Waglin had taught her how to make it by running boiling water over these ground up beans, and shown her how to make it not so bitter by adding sugarcane or honey to it. She found that not only did it help her focus a little bit more, it also gave her more energy! And with a schedule like the one she held in her hand, she was going to need all the energy she could get! In fact, with the cheer squad tryouts in the very first week, she needed to make sure that- wait, is that a rabbit in a waistcoat? Weaver pulled her goggles down over her large violet eyes and squinted. That was indeed a rabbit, touching his ears and patting his coat. He looked like fun. There were a few awakened beasts in the Feywild, and rabbits were always clever. More civil than those damnable sprites, at least.
As the afternoon wore on, Weaver adjusted her position in the tree, sipping her 'go juice' as she called it, making note of all the other interesting looking students. She was happy to note that there were several gnomes in the throng. She'd have to ask them if any of them knew Waglin. She pulled out the small mirror Waglin had given her as a celebratory, congratulatory, 'get-out-of-here-and-let-me-work-in-peace' present. Making sure her vibrant blue hair was still in semi-messy double buns, she adjusted her goggles, straightened her purple neckerchief, and hopped out of the tree, using her iridescent dragonfly wings to land softly on the ground. Brushing herself off, she stowed her go juice and strode confidently up the steps, as she had seen the rabbit do. This was going to be fun!
A small robot weaves its way through the crowd, calling out in a nasally voice "Theodore Habinurg! Elsenia Vesper! Eliae Novelle! Venrys Stradovari! Ooboron!...Why isn't a last name listed? Weaver! Again, another person with no last name. Kids these days. Dwal Fiercehammer! If I called your name, come here." the robot hops up onto a small podium, next to others of its kind, who are also calling out the name of students. The robot continues calling out all your names, getting more annoyed by the minute. The robot is made of bronze, with the official symbol of Strixhaven, the Strixhaven star, emblazoned on its chest. It's voice is very annoying
Theodore weaves through the press of people to stand before the bronze being.
"Greetings," he bows deeply with his hand on his chest "I am Theodore Habinurg, the Third. A pleasure to meet you!"
The bunny tries to keep his nerves in check. The only automatons he had interacted with before were cleaners and watchdogs. The cleaners had mistaken him for vermin which needed to be exterminated and the watchdogs well, their razor filled jaws gave him nightmares. Rich folk and their toys...
He glances around to see who the others on the list are. He could use some friends.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Venrys heard his name called out. He rose and looked at the bag in his hand.
Ivar rested a hand upon his. "I can take this for you, Lord Venrys. I know where your quarters are, I'll make sure they're set up to your liking."
Venrys smiled and reluctantly released his bag. "It's a shame you can't stay here. I'm not sure what I will do without you. Take good care of father."
"I always have, and I always will," Ivar replied. "You'll be fine on your own, so long as you aren't a fool."
The two men shared an embrace before Ivar departed to the dorms with the luggage. Venrys lifted his dark wooden staff and strode over to the podium where his name was being called. "Stradovari. Present."
Halfway up the steps, Weaver hears her name called, and immediately about-faces and heads to find out what's up. Seeing an automaton get increasingly agitated was giving her giggles, but she knew how important first impressions were, so she stifled her laughter and stepped forward.
"HI! I'm Weaver. Just Weaver, the one, the only (at least I think so), and I'm here for cheer and near to tears to be with peers..." She trails off as her gaze catches the knees of the loxodon and draws her eyes up, all the way to his face. "Mother of pearl oyster fork, you're amazing! You have the size of an ogre, but none of the smell! I think we're going to be besties. I'm Weaver, but I think you heard all of that."
Weaver continues to jabber excitedly, introducing herself to everyone and happily proclaiming that they will definitely be besties.
Ooboron, half-sulking under someone's fairly impressive statue on the outskirts of the courtyard, blinks as he hears his name called by a being made of bronze. Add that to the list of new kinds of "people" he's seen today. He takes a deep breath and adjusts his backpack as he begins trying to make his way through the chaos of everyone "getting organized". Luckily for him, his size generally encourages others to get out of his way. Even still, he tucks his large ears in close to his head, hunches his shoulders even further, and keeps his trunk from getting too curious as he carefully shuffles forward. When he reaches the small group collected at the robot's podium, Ooboron stops behind everyone else, as usual, trying to remain invisible. He raises one arm in an attempt to get the bronze being's attention when he hears a tiny, but mighty voice addressing him from below. He drops his silver eyes to Weaver, and they widen in response. "Are you a fairy?" he asks before he can catch himself. He closes his eyes tightly, and then opens them again, his face full of regret. "I'm sorry."
Relieved his journey has ended, Dwal stops to admire the architecture of this school. "One day." he says quietly. In his 100 years, he has not seen such grandeur that is lavished on this building. He suddenly switches from admiration to calculations as he tries to memorize as much of the structure as quickly as he can. He is brought back to the present with the calling of his name. Dwal adjusts his pack and walks straight up to the automaton. "I'm Dwal Fiercehammer." he says a little bit too proudly.
Elsenia heard her name called, and she walked toward the source of the sound. She was not prepared for what she would find. She stared at the creature made of bronze; there was nothing like it in the Shadowfell. How did it talk? Was it alive? Was it really made of metal? Besides the automaton, there was also an elephant person and a rabbit person, and Elsenia did her best not to stare too hard at either of them. Again, she had never seen anything like them before. But of course if she had been able to travel from a different plane to get here, of course there would be races she had never encountered before. Excitement began to build inside her as she realized this was the beginning of a grand adventure, full of exciting things to discover, friends to make.
"Elsenia Vesper," she said, introducing herself. "Here."
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Weaver grins, and nods. "I am a fairy, but not the kind that takes people over the water. I'm the other kind." She looks as though she remembered something halfway through, and straightens herself up and sticks a hand out stiffly. "Very nice to make your acqu- ackwain-... Very nice to meet you. Waglin said that's how people are supposed to greet each other here." Flitting up to whisper in the elephant person's ear, she says quietly "I'm new here,"with a grin, before landing back on the ground.
The robot looks at all of you. "Well, I'm glad to see most of you are...present" a look at Venrys "follow me." the robot hops off the podium, his short legs waddling away. He gives you a tour of the biblioplex, detailing the different locations. The tour is very boring. finally, the robot wraps it up "To start the first day, each dorm will group up and solve a treasure hunt. humanoids generally enjoy things of that nature. I will find you when you are finished to escort you to your dorm. have fun!" the robot toddles away, clearly relieved to be rid of you. He hands you a small slip of paper. it reads:
The rules are simple. Each clue on this list will lead you to a different location in the Biblioplex. Simply travel to the area each clue references and perform the action the clue suggests. Time is of the essence. You have only until the end of the day to finish your hunt. Solve as many clues as you can, because at each location, you may win a prize!
Clue 1. You’ll forget all about any trouble or plight when you step forward and are ensnarled in light.
Clue 2. Alumni commission works when they retire, seeking promising mages to inspire.
Clue 3. Each group deserves a free treat for their investment. Serve up this list and enjoy your refreshment.
Clue 4. These leafy beds aren’t always what they seem. Give them a pat and see what you glean.
Clue 5. Some stars are ancient, enduring, and bright. But others—maybe you!—are born on opening night.
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master,The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
My Characters: Brorminthe Crusher; Discoverythe Keeper; Theathe Scoundrel; Jorvirthe Weaver; Threlan,the Speaker; Zolyathe Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
Eliae walks through the bustling courtyard of Strixhaven, taking in the lively scene before her. The bronze automaton's nasal voice calling out names draws her attention, and she makes her way over to it with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. As she approaches, she introduces herself politely to the robot and surrounding students.
"Hello," She eyes the strange bronze figure warily. "I'm Eliae Novellé. It's a pleasure to be here."
Her gaze briefly sweeps over the other students gathered around the automaton. A diverse crew certainly, but they seem friendly enough. With a small smile, Eliae nods her head in a greeting to them all.
Weaver grins, and nods. "I am a fairy, but not the kind that takes people over the water. I'm the other kind." She looks as though she remembered something halfway through, and straightens herself up and sticks a hand out stiffly. "Very nice to make your acqu- ackwain-... Very nice to meet you. Waglin said that's how people are supposed to greet each other here."
Ooboron carefully and slowly leans forward and offers a couple of his thick fingers to accept Weaver's greeting.
Flitting up to whisper in the elephant person's ear, she says quietly "I'm new here," with a grin, before landing back on the ground.
The sound, sight and imagined feeling of the fairy's wings as she flutters up to whisper into his ear causes Ooboron to giggle. He touches his mouth as if to hide his mirth, then grins back at her. "I'm new, too," he admits quietly.
As the group follows the bronze figure into the impressive building, Ooboron finds himself feeling less worried. He looks down at Weaver and sighs through his trunk, this time a more contented breath of air. He looks up again and almost gasps at the sight of the building's interior. Never has he seen such a grand structure. He hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't this. His trunk lifts and floats in the direction of the kitchen as they pass by. His stomach gives a hopeful gurgle, and he quickly looks around to make sure no one heard. Tucking his ears, trunk, and head again, be follows along behind the crowd.
As the small crowd — who were these people to him? — moves from area to area, Ooboron is continually amazed by what he sees. He thinks he's seen it all ... and that's when the amphitheater comes into view. As the metal man gives a quick explanation of the space, Ooboron's eyes are huge and glistening. This is why he is here! What amazing stories could be told in this space. He can't help but imagine his past performances on this grand stage, only imagining them bigger and more fantastical. The group is halfway back through the room before the loxodon realizes he had been left behind. Tearing himself away, he hurries to catch up. He almost trips, but mercifully is able to stay on his feet.
After being given the paper containing the clues, Ooboron absently looks down the list, but his mind is replaying what their guide has just said. Dorm? Were these his dorm mates? Well, at least he liked the fairy lady. She seemed very nice. He begins looking over the others, trying to judge them at first by their appearance, and then by what they say while they discuss the clues.
Elsenia follows along quietly as the metal creature gives its tour. She can't help but stare with excitement and amazement at each new area revealed inside the Biblioplex. She still can't believe she's really here. This is so much different than her humble village in the Shadowfell. Nothing so grand existed there. She was especially enchanted by the Book Garden and imagined herself spending many hours there in the future, reading amongst the beautiful flowers and plants, so lush and vibrant, unlike the darkened, shadowy flora of her home plane.
Before the metal creature left, it gave them a slip of paper with several clues and announced they would all be partaking in a treasure hunt. Elsenia was immediately intrigued. She enjoyed puzzles, riddles, mind games, and other things of that nature. This should be a fun and interesting way to get to know the other students in her group. Were they to be dorm mates? She glanced around at the others, so diverse a group, which included the elephant man, rabbit man, a fairy (!), dwarf, and elves (or were they half-elves, Elsenia could never tell).
"A treasure hunt. Sounds like fun," she says now, a bit shyly to the others. "How shall we begin? Should we do a clue at a time or should we break off and each take a clue? There would have to be two pairs in that case."
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
Theodore nudges Weaver, "We small folk need to stick together. We also need big friends, like this guy!" He waves at Ooboron "He's our biggest best friend!"
Nodding to Elsenia, "I think we should stick together. Best friends get the most done when we work as one!" He puts on a broad smile and looks at everybody with twinkling bright eyes. The bushy tail is just an added extra.
*please don't think I'm a moron, please don't think I'm a moron. I can't handle this place by myself*
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
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Strixhaven. One of the most prestigious magic schools in all of Arcavios, some would THE most prestigious. And you were accepted. A hubbub of students surround the central building, the Biblioplex. You stand, looking at the white marble of the magnificent building.
In your first post, describe how you arrive to school, as well as your feelings about this momentous day in your life.
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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Ooboron felt like his life was over. How could this have happened? How could he have been accepted? He had never been away from his tribe — not even for one night — and here he was about to travel almost a week away to live at Strixhaven. The young loxodon stands beside his cot, a single bag of his personal effects resting upon it. While he stares at the bag, his thoughts are a million miles away.
"Ooby?" his grandmother's sweet voice asks from behind him.
Ooboron takes a deep breath and sighs it out through his trunk. Turning around, he looks up at his favorite person with pleading, silver eyes.
His grandmother is in fact slightly shorter than this grandchild of hers, but while she is fighting to keep her good posture, Ooboron has always had the bad habit of rolling his shoulders forward to reduce his height, and so she continues to look down into his face. The wizened loxodon walks forward and puts her hands on Ooboron's shoulders. Her face, as always, is calm, slightly sympathetic, and full of love. "Oh, Ooby. Everything's going to be fine. In fact, it's going to be better than fine. You need to get away. You need to find out what the world's like." She pauses, inviting him to say something.
Finally, he takes another deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. "I wish you hadn't convinced me to fill out that application."
"Oh, Ooby," she says, drawing him in for a big hug, "we're going to miss you." After a few moments — agony for him, but sweet for her — she eases him back to arm's length. "I almost forgot," she says with a smile. She reaches into a pocket and draws out a necklace. Holding it out to him, Ooboron can see the pendant is shaped like a loxodon head. It looks slightly like his grandfather's, he thinks. "Whenever you find yourself afraid, simply grasp this pendant." Ooboron squints up at her, clearly confused. "It's magic," she almost whispers, nodding to assure him. "While I'm not around to encourage you, this will help. Just pretend that it's me. And remember," she says, her voice taking on the edge he has heard every time she or his father (her son) is warning him to mind the rules, "this is a family heirloom. Don't lose it." That said, she smiles again.
Ooboron can't help but mirror her smile. He puts the necklace on. Looking as if he is getting up the courage to say something, Ooboron's grandmother waits as patiently as she always does. But as he's about to open his mouth, his father's voice booms. "Ready to go, Ooboron?" The larger-than-life loxodon marches in, smiling. "The wagon's ready. Did you remember everything?"
"Yes, Dad," Ooboron says, turning to pick up the bag. Beside it on the cot are his lute and lyre.
"You're only taking those?" Ooboron's father asks, peering over his son's shoulder. He looks over at the collection of other instruments in the corner.
"I don't need to take them all," Ooboron says. "These are enough." He puts the bag on his back and picks up the instruments, one in each hand. Not looking his grandmother in the eye, Ooboron leaves their hut and heads for the wagon.
Ooboron's father marches behind him. "See you in a couple of weeks, Mom. Take care of everyone while I'm away."
Ooboron's eyes remain on the ground as he says goodbye first to the rest of his family and then to the other members of the tribe. Almost the whole tribe turns out to send him off. His acceptance to Strixhaven was both a surprise and not a surprise. Ooboron's tribe has always seen him as extremely talented. He says very little, and quietly accepts hugs and words of encouragement. Finally, he and his father board the wagon and head off for Strixhaven.
The week on the road is full of Ooboron's father's voice. As usual, the gregarious older loxodon is used to doing most of the talking. To him, this adventure is exciting, and he has very little insight into Ooboron's fear and regret. Also, Ooboron is always quiet, so this was no different. Ooboron hears many of the same stories he's been hearing his father tell for years. But he likes them. He loves his father. Though they aren't very alike, Ooboron thinks the world of him and wishes he could be more like him. He doesn't hold it against his father that he doesn't realize Ooboron is miserable. He's actually glad. He's only seen his father sad a few times, and it was horrible.
After arriving at Strixhaven, Ooboron encourages his father to leave right away. If he were looking at his father's face, he would have seen a hurt look flash across the older loxodon's features, but he quickly recovers, smiles, places a big hand on his son's shoulder, and says, "You got it, Ooboron. I'm proud of you. I hope you have fun." He climbs back up onto the wagon. "Be sure to write," he calls. "Your Mom and Grandmom are going to want to hear everything."
Ooboron finally looks up to watch his father ride away for a few moments. Then, taking a deep breath, he turns and walks toward the nearest building.
A young woman with pallid skin, raven hair, and a solemn look on her face stands staring at the white marble facade of the Biblioplex. She is finally here. Getting to this place was not easy at all. First, it was rare to even encounter the name of Strixhaven in the Shadowfell, since Strixhaven existed on another plane entirely. But visitors known as Planeswalkers were not entirely unknown in the Shadowfell. It was one such visitor that told tales of wondrous places of learning, places such as Strixhaven and Candlekeep. These tales took hold in Elsenia's imagination until she could think of nothing else. It became an obsession for her, getting accepted into Strixhaven. Thus she worked hard for a year to save up enough gold to pay the Planeswalker to bring her an application and then to bring her to the plane of Arcavios once she received her acceptance letter. It had not been easy making enough gold. Elsenia worked as an assistant to her village's medicine woman, who brewed concoctions and tended the wounds and maladies of all in the village.
Her village was not all that saddened to see her go. Its inhabitants had always found her strange, too inquisitive, too curious for her own good they said. It was dangerous to dream of other worlds. She would just be disappointed. All they needed existed in the Shadowfell. Couldn't she see that? But no, Elsenia longed for more, longed for a place where she could receive a proper education, not become some hedge witch like so many Shadar-kai. Elsenia's family was small. It was really only her mother left; she had never known her father, who died when she was very young. Her mother was sad to see her go, but she was the only one who understood Elsenia's thirst for more.
"Be brave. Be strong," her mother told her the day the Planeswalker came to take her away. "I am proud of you."
These words still echoed in Elsenia's ears now as she gazed at the magnificent building. She would do her best to live by her mother's words. She would do her best to succeed. Failure was not an option.
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd (recruiting)
Theodore walked calmly through the mass trying to look sure of himself. He passed by family giving heartfelt embraces and felt a touch of envy seeing the tears of those who will miss each other. He had no family and no experience with such...WHOA! That is the biggest kid he had ever seen in his life! Hearing about the grand race of Loxodons is one thing, seeing one in person was truly a wonder, especially since he was the only one - really stands out in a crowd.
He pulled on the cuffs of his newly acquired jacket and went through the ritual tugging on ears and dusting his vest making sure his pointy things were in place. They gave him more comfort than the fancy chain about his wrist. He was told it made magic but we'll see. The fixer wasn't named Shady for nothing.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
As Eliae's carriage rolls to a stop before the grand entrance of Strixhaven, she can't help but feel a sudden surge of anticipation and anxiety. The journey to the school had been long and boring, fraught with uncertainty and dotted with moments of self-doubt. She spent much time staring out the window at the steadily moving landscape, wondering if she was really good enough, truly worthy of being accepted to such an esteemed academy. Yet she had been, if the acceptance letter tucked into her pocket meant anything, and here she was, finally standing at the threshold of this new chapter of her life, this chance to prove herself to her father.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Eliae's auburn hair dances in the breeze, loosely braided away from her face and tied back with only a long white ribbon that blows against her pale, lightly freckled skin. Her amber eyes squint against the glow of the sun before widening in awe as she takes in the sight before her. The estate she called home was grand, it could not be denied, but the Biblioplex, with its ivory facade and soaring arches, is beyond comparison.
Around her, the air buzzes with the energy of countless students milling about, their animated conversations mingling with each other to form an excited cacophony of voices. Unused to the bustling crowds that surrounded her, Eliae finds herself momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the moment. Her heart pounds loudly in her chest as she navigates the sea of faces, each one so different from the other. For someone who has spent much of her life in the quiet solitude of study and contemplation, this onslaught of noise, colour and people is both exhilarating and incredibly daunting.
Yet, amidst the nervous flutter in her stomach, she nurses a flicker of excitement that soon ingnites into a steady blaze as she is caught up in the atmosphere. This was the day she had dreamed of for months now, the culmination of her years of hard work and dedication. To be accepted into Strixhaven, the pinnacle of magical academia, was an honour beyond compare - an opportunity that she had earnt. She would be damned if she didn’t make the most of it. And so, gathering her courage, she takes her first tentative step towards the academy.
Eliae:
The dark carriage pulled up before the Biblioplex. Venrys stepped from within and winced against the sudden bright sun. He was a tall, slender half-elf man with long dark hair and a black goatee. His dark, fine clothes stood out against his pale complexion, a dark doublet covered in a sprawling pattern of subtle golden vines.
The climate here was a stark difference from his overcast homeland of Szarkozia. He wanted to take in the beauty of his new home, the splendor of the white marble, but the light made the mark on his chest throb beneath his shirt. He strode hastily towards the front doors, forcing himself not to break into a sprint, and entered the great hall. A servant carried the bulk of his belongings, but Venrys carried as much as he was able. Including the tarnished trophy he'd recovered from the shabby estate he'd left behind.
"You needn't carry that, my lord," the servant said. "I can handle it if you're feeling fatigued."
Venrys set his pensive thoughts aside and flashed a gracious smile. "Ivar, you rode with me, I can't imagine you're any less fatigued. I could have managed this all myself, you didn't have to accompany me."
Ivar chuckled. "Young master-"
"-I told you not to call me that," Venrys gently interrupted. "I'm no one's master, and you know me well enough to know how much I hate formality."
"Very well, my lord," Ivar corrected himself smugly. "I also know you well enough to know that you absolutely cannot carry this much, despite how much you protest, and would probably injure yourself for the sake of your pride."
"It's not pride," Venrys grumbled, "It's just that-"
"'No one is too good for a hard day's labor', yes, I've heard the speech before," Ivar teased. "And I respect you because I know you mean it. It's why I stayed with your family through the last ten years. Now do me a favor and let me carry your things to your room."
Venrys beheld the lofty chamber. He should have been focusing on finding his schedule and his dorms, but all he could think about now was finding the answer to the many mysteries that had changed his life. The answer was here. It had to be.
Soon after, his paperwork was in order and he had received his schedule and his lodgings. He settled in quickly and awaited his dorm mates.
Real Life Healbot
Weaver sat in the upper limbs of a tree near the entrance to the Bibbilyopolex, or whatever they called it. Her legs dangled freely, and she kicked absent-minded circles with her feet as she eagerly scanned the crowd for people of interest. Thanks to one of Waglin's portals, she had arrived early that day in a small wood nearby, and had already checked in and gotten her schedule and then asked what else was there to do? The slightly surprised administrative person said she should probably wait outside while the other students reported, so Weaver went out to watch. There weren't nearly as many centaurs, dryads, or unicorns as she was used to seeing, but she was actually pretty relieved she didn't see any sprites around. Sprites were trouble. Sprites got her into that mess with Auntie Bathsheba, that mean old hag who-
Weaver shook her head. "Focus, kid," she whispered to herself. Taking a small insulated canister from her satchel, she popped the top and took a deep draught of the dark brown beverage. Waglin had taught her how to make it by running boiling water over these ground up beans, and shown her how to make it not so bitter by adding sugarcane or honey to it. She found that not only did it help her focus a little bit more, it also gave her more energy! And with a schedule like the one she held in her hand, she was going to need all the energy she could get! In fact, with the cheer squad tryouts in the very first week, she needed to make sure that- wait, is that a rabbit in a waistcoat? Weaver pulled her goggles down over her large violet eyes and squinted. That was indeed a rabbit, touching his ears and patting his coat. He looked like fun. There were a few awakened beasts in the Feywild, and rabbits were always clever. More civil than those damnable sprites, at least.
As the afternoon wore on, Weaver adjusted her position in the tree, sipping her 'go juice' as she called it, making note of all the other interesting looking students. She was happy to note that there were several gnomes in the throng. She'd have to ask them if any of them knew Waglin. She pulled out the small mirror Waglin had given her as a celebratory, congratulatory, 'get-out-of-here-and-let-me-work-in-peace' present. Making sure her vibrant blue hair was still in semi-messy double buns, she adjusted her goggles, straightened her purple neckerchief, and hopped out of the tree, using her iridescent dragonfly wings to land softly on the ground. Brushing herself off, she stowed her go juice and strode confidently up the steps, as she had seen the rabbit do. This was going to be fun!
A small robot weaves its way through the crowd, calling out in a nasally voice "Theodore Habinurg! Elsenia Vesper! Eliae Novelle! Venrys Stradovari! Ooboron!...Why isn't a last name listed? Weaver! Again, another person with no last name. Kids these days. Dwal Fiercehammer! If I called your name, come here." the robot hops up onto a small podium, next to others of its kind, who are also calling out the name of students. The robot continues calling out all your names, getting more annoyed by the minute. The robot is made of bronze, with the official symbol of Strixhaven, the Strixhaven star, emblazoned on its chest. It's voice is very annoying
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My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
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Theodore weaves through the press of people to stand before the bronze being.
"Greetings," he bows deeply with his hand on his chest "I am Theodore Habinurg, the Third. A pleasure to meet you!"
The bunny tries to keep his nerves in check. The only automatons he had interacted with before were cleaners and watchdogs. The cleaners had mistaken him for vermin which needed to be exterminated and the watchdogs well, their razor filled jaws gave him nightmares. Rich folk and their toys...
He glances around to see who the others on the list are. He could use some friends.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
Venrys heard his name called out. He rose and looked at the bag in his hand.
Ivar rested a hand upon his. "I can take this for you, Lord Venrys. I know where your quarters are, I'll make sure they're set up to your liking."
Venrys smiled and reluctantly released his bag. "It's a shame you can't stay here. I'm not sure what I will do without you. Take good care of father."
"I always have, and I always will," Ivar replied. "You'll be fine on your own, so long as you aren't a fool."
The two men shared an embrace before Ivar departed to the dorms with the luggage. Venrys lifted his dark wooden staff and strode over to the podium where his name was being called. "Stradovari. Present."
Real Life Healbot
Halfway up the steps, Weaver hears her name called, and immediately about-faces and heads to find out what's up. Seeing an automaton get increasingly agitated was giving her giggles, but she knew how important first impressions were, so she stifled her laughter and stepped forward.
"HI! I'm Weaver. Just Weaver, the one, the only (at least I think so), and I'm here for cheer and near to tears to be with peers..." She trails off as her gaze catches the knees of the loxodon and draws her eyes up, all the way to his face. "Mother of pearl oyster fork, you're amazing! You have the size of an ogre, but none of the smell! I think we're going to be besties. I'm Weaver, but I think you heard all of that."
Weaver continues to jabber excitedly, introducing herself to everyone and happily proclaiming that they will definitely be besties.
Ooboron, half-sulking under someone's fairly impressive statue on the outskirts of the courtyard, blinks as he hears his name called by a being made of bronze. Add that to the list of new kinds of "people" he's seen today. He takes a deep breath and adjusts his backpack as he begins trying to make his way through the chaos of everyone "getting organized". Luckily for him, his size generally encourages others to get out of his way. Even still, he tucks his large ears in close to his head, hunches his shoulders even further, and keeps his trunk from getting too curious as he carefully shuffles forward. When he reaches the small group collected at the robot's podium, Ooboron stops behind everyone else, as usual, trying to remain invisible. He raises one arm in an attempt to get the bronze being's attention when he hears a tiny, but mighty voice addressing him from below. He drops his silver eyes to Weaver, and they widen in response. "Are you a fairy?" he asks before he can catch himself. He closes his eyes tightly, and then opens them again, his face full of regret. "I'm sorry."
Relieved his journey has ended, Dwal stops to admire the architecture of this school.
"One day." he says quietly.
In his 100 years, he has not seen such grandeur that is lavished on this building. He suddenly switches from admiration to calculations as he tries to memorize as much of the structure as quickly as he can.
He is brought back to the present with the calling of his name.
Dwal adjusts his pack and walks straight up to the automaton.
"I'm Dwal Fiercehammer." he says a little bit too proudly.
Elsenia heard her name called, and she walked toward the source of the sound. She was not prepared for what she would find. She stared at the creature made of bronze; there was nothing like it in the Shadowfell. How did it talk? Was it alive? Was it really made of metal? Besides the automaton, there was also an elephant person and a rabbit person, and Elsenia did her best not to stare too hard at either of them. Again, she had never seen anything like them before. But of course if she had been able to travel from a different plane to get here, of course there would be races she had never encountered before. Excitement began to build inside her as she realized this was the beginning of a grand adventure, full of exciting things to discover, friends to make.
"Elsenia Vesper," she said, introducing herself. "Here."
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd (recruiting)
Weaver grins, and nods. "I am a fairy, but not the kind that takes people over the water. I'm the other kind." She looks as though she remembered something halfway through, and straightens herself up and sticks a hand out stiffly. "Very nice to make your acqu- ackwain-... Very nice to meet you. Waglin said that's how people are supposed to greet each other here." Flitting up to whisper in the elephant person's ear, she says quietly "I'm new here," with a grin, before landing back on the ground.
The robot looks at all of you. "Well, I'm glad to see most of you are...present" a look at Venrys "follow me." the robot hops off the podium, his short legs waddling away. He gives you a tour of the biblioplex, detailing the different locations. The tour is very boring. finally, the robot wraps it up "To start the first day, each dorm will group up and solve a treasure hunt. humanoids generally enjoy things of that nature. I will find you when you are finished to escort you to your dorm. have fun!" the robot toddles away, clearly relieved to be rid of you. He hands you a small slip of paper. it reads:
The rules are simple. Each clue on this list will lead you to a different location in the Biblioplex. Simply travel to the area each clue references and perform the action the clue suggests. Time is of the essence. You have only until the end of the day to finish your hunt. Solve as many clues as you can, because at each location, you may win a prize!
Clue 1. You’ll forget all about any trouble or plight when you step forward and are ensnarled in light.
Clue 2. Alumni commission works when they retire, seeking promising mages to inspire.
Clue 3. Each group deserves a free treat for their investment. Serve up this list and enjoy your refreshment.
Clue 4. These leafy beds aren’t always what they seem. Give them a pat and see what you glean.
Clue 5. Some stars are ancient, enduring, and bright. But others—maybe you!—are born on opening night.
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, The Rocket Raccoon/Trashcan Tactician (as appointed by Drummer). Pronouns They/Them/Theirs.
My Characters: Brormin the Crusher; Discovery the Keeper; Thea the Scoundrel; Jorvir the Weaver; Threlan, the Speaker; Zolya the Inspired; Penley the Devourer;
DMing: Dark God's Dread; Raccoon's Strixhaven, Dungeon of The Dead Mage
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Eliae walks through the bustling courtyard of Strixhaven, taking in the lively scene before her. The bronze automaton's nasal voice calling out names draws her attention, and she makes her way over to it with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. As she approaches, she introduces herself politely to the robot and surrounding students.
"Hello," She eyes the strange bronze figure warily. "I'm Eliae Novellé. It's a pleasure to be here."
Her gaze briefly sweeps over the other students gathered around the automaton. A diverse crew certainly, but they seem friendly enough. With a small smile, Eliae nods her head in a greeting to them all.
Weaver grins, and nods. "I am a fairy, but not the kind that takes people over the water. I'm the other kind." She looks as though she remembered something halfway through, and straightens herself up and sticks a hand out stiffly. "Very nice to make your acqu- ackwain-... Very nice to meet you. Waglin said that's how people are supposed to greet each other here."
Ooboron carefully and slowly leans forward and offers a couple of his thick fingers to accept Weaver's greeting.
Flitting up to whisper in the elephant person's ear, she says quietly "I'm new here," with a grin, before landing back on the ground.
The sound, sight and imagined feeling of the fairy's wings as she flutters up to whisper into his ear causes Ooboron to giggle. He touches his mouth as if to hide his mirth, then grins back at her. "I'm new, too," he admits quietly.
As the group follows the bronze figure into the impressive building, Ooboron finds himself feeling less worried. He looks down at Weaver and sighs through his trunk, this time a more contented breath of air. He looks up again and almost gasps at the sight of the building's interior. Never has he seen such a grand structure. He hadn't known what to expect, but it wasn't this. His trunk lifts and floats in the direction of the kitchen as they pass by. His stomach gives a hopeful gurgle, and he quickly looks around to make sure no one heard. Tucking his ears, trunk, and head again, be follows along behind the crowd.
As the small crowd — who were these people to him? — moves from area to area, Ooboron is continually amazed by what he sees. He thinks he's seen it all ... and that's when the amphitheater comes into view. As the metal man gives a quick explanation of the space, Ooboron's eyes are huge and glistening. This is why he is here! What amazing stories could be told in this space. He can't help but imagine his past performances on this grand stage, only imagining them bigger and more fantastical. The group is halfway back through the room before the loxodon realizes he had been left behind. Tearing himself away, he hurries to catch up. He almost trips, but mercifully is able to stay on his feet.
After being given the paper containing the clues, Ooboron absently looks down the list, but his mind is replaying what their guide has just said. Dorm? Were these his dorm mates? Well, at least he liked the fairy lady. She seemed very nice. He begins looking over the others, trying to judge them at first by their appearance, and then by what they say while they discuss the clues.
Elsenia follows along quietly as the metal creature gives its tour. She can't help but stare with excitement and amazement at each new area revealed inside the Biblioplex. She still can't believe she's really here. This is so much different than her humble village in the Shadowfell. Nothing so grand existed there. She was especially enchanted by the Book Garden and imagined herself spending many hours there in the future, reading amongst the beautiful flowers and plants, so lush and vibrant, unlike the darkened, shadowy flora of her home plane.
Before the metal creature left, it gave them a slip of paper with several clues and announced they would all be partaking in a treasure hunt. Elsenia was immediately intrigued. She enjoyed puzzles, riddles, mind games, and other things of that nature. This should be a fun and interesting way to get to know the other students in her group. Were they to be dorm mates? She glanced around at the others, so diverse a group, which included the elephant man, rabbit man, a fairy (!), dwarf, and elves (or were they half-elves, Elsenia could never tell).
"A treasure hunt. Sounds like fun," she says now, a bit shyly to the others. "How shall we begin? Should we do a clue at a time or should we break off and each take a clue? There would have to be two pairs in that case."
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd (recruiting)
Theodore nudges Weaver, "We small folk need to stick together. We also need big friends, like this guy!" He waves at Ooboron "He's our biggest best friend!"
Nodding to Elsenia, "I think we should stick together. Best friends get the most done when we work as one!" He puts on a broad smile and looks at everybody with twinkling bright eyes. The bushy tail is just an added extra.
*please don't think I'm a moron, please don't think I'm a moron. I can't handle this place by myself*
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale