Vaniime Thursday September 29th, 2011 8:26:52 AM
Vaniime looks like a pretty typical wood elf, pale skin, slender but muscular, five feet tall and coppery red hair, but then there are a few personal differences. Unlike most of her kin Vanime tends to wear her hair quite short, with bangs starting at just above her right eye brow and reaching to below her leftt eye when they hang free. At the sides of her head, her hair comes just below the ears and her hair at the back hangs to just barely collar length. Another difference is that her bangs are bleached out to nearly yellow and the bottom inch or so of the rest of her hair is dyed black as coal. Her attire is more standard being of earthy and woody tones of mottled greys and greens with an occasional brown thrown in. She carries a long bow and a long curved sword and wears studded leather armor that while well made looks like it has seen more than a bit of use. Other than her hair which is the first thing most people notice, the second most shocking thing are the well healed claw scars that run down her right arm from shoulder to wrist. Generally Vanime is very upbeat and outgoing and is almost always up for a lark of some sort, but she has a serious side when needed and is extremely protective of children and those who can not help themselves.
Vaniime Thursday September 29th, 2011 2:09:57 PM
Grabs a can of hot pink spray paint and attacks the nearest wall.
"MapleHurst Rocks"
Wilma Monday October 3rd, 2011 4:12:25 PM
"The headmaster is gonna be so ticked when people see that, you know..."
The voice that came from behind Vaniime was one that the elf easily recognized: it belonged to a teenage human girl whom she had known all her life: Wilma, a dedicated acolyte to Gargul. The human female was leaning against a nearby wall with her arms crossed and an amused grin on her face.
Anyone who saw Wilma with her parents would instantly know the girl to be their child: Wilma had the distinctive auburn hair of her mother and the sapphire blue eyes of her father. At five feet and eight inches, Wilma was about as tall as her father, but since she was sixteen years old, it was likely that she wasn't going to get much taller than she was at present. Her build wasn't as athletic as Vaniime's...but, then, Wilma was a dedicated acolyte to Gargul, and most clerics didn't develop a warrior's physique.
Dressed in the gray tones of her order, Wilma herself looked at odds with the stereotypical somber clerics of the god of Life and Death--though this was mostly due to the laughter she was making an effort to suppress. Wilma stepped up next to Vaniime, holding out a hand.
"Got a spare can...?"
Vaniime Monday October 3rd, 2011 5:14:10 PM
" Headmaster? Really can't you do better than that? Besides I figured you show up sooner or later, so if I get caught at least I won't be alone. Green can in my left cloak pocket."
As she starts her next bit of art work, she asks Wilma a quick question. "So, you heard from your folks recently? I haven't heard from mine in months."
"Maplehurst has some really Gneiss Schist!"
Wilma Wednesday October 5th, 2011 9:30:37 PM
Rummaging through the folds of her friend's cloak, the acolyte of Gargul snorted.
"Oh, yes, Mama definitely sent me a letter," Wilma said, "But it was all full of how much the triplets have grown." The redheaded girl found what she was seeking and started to shake it as she continued to speak:
"I'm not impressed by the way she describes how Gauthier and Garen are already wrestling each other over who gets to play with my old 'talking' wooden bunny toy, but I have to admit that I snickered when I read about how Luane just waits for them to start fighting and then SHE takes the toy for herself." Wilma tilted her head as she inspected the graffiti on the wall.
"That Orcan, Van..?" Wilma asked. "Or Elven. Gneiss Schist in Orcan means something COMPLETELY different, you know..."
Vaniime Wednesday October 5th, 2011 10:01:22 PM
As she finishes her second piece she backs up and leans against the opposite wall a wide grin splitting her face as Wilma mentions the alternate meanings of what she wrote.
"Yeah I know, but I can feign ignorance and simply go with my geology pun....."
As Wilma begins talking about her family, Van settles in for a good conversation.
"Gods, how old are the trips now, 4 or 5?"
"When I left to come back here for this session, Grey was not happy about his "apparent" loss of freedom that he thinks starting school is going to cost him."
William Thursday October 6th, 2011 1:58:35 PM
The pouch was quite full today; the garden's herbs seemed to grow so quickly at the moment. William was pleased with that. The sage in particular would add a welcome flavour to the onion broth he was planning on making for Brother Vessix. The drow priest had seemed especially pleased with William's help in the infirmary of late, and the broth was a gesture that might keep this favour going for longer.
The corridor remained dimly lit, and William shuffles carefully towards the kitchens, carrying the pouch of herbs and trying not to trip over his pristine white robes. As he turns a corner and peers through his thick eyeglasses, he sees two female figures loitering suspiciously around a wall near.... what was that?... graffiti?! And he knew the girls. One, the wood elf, was usually alright. But the other one, Wilma was it? She was most intimidating and so William presumes it might be better to avoid them both. But was there another way to the kitchens?
The cleric of Alemi stops in his tracks and keeps a safe distance.
William's presence was hard to miss, though. His 6'4 height, his large belly and astonishingly white robes turn him into a beacon in the halls of the academy. This was most unfortunate for a lonely boy who preferred anonymity to attention. In addition, his mousy hair seemed to be standing alarmingly on end.
Finally, when it seemed the girls were not going anywhere, William begins to shuffle down the corridor in what he believes to be an inconspicuous fashion but which, in all honesty, is not.
Maybe they won't notice me........
Nymirin Thursday October 6th, 2011 4:58:42 PM
"William! Hey, William!" came a voice from the distance, echoing loudly along the hall. It took only moments, and Nymirin had caught up to the young man robed in white, breathing heavily and flashing a toothy smile. "I saw you out in the gardens, and I called out to you, but I guess you didn't hear me." He took a deep breath then, shifting his disheveled shirt back onto his shoulders.
Nymirin was of average height, thin and muscular with angled features and wide pale blue eyes. His skin looked like the sky during a late summer's night, decorated with slender white tattoos that swirled and spun across his limbs like smoke from a smoldering flame. His clothes were common for that of a surface drow, being mostly loose fitting orange silks ornamented with bead-like seeds strung together as jewelry and makeshift ties.
He dug a hand deep into a pouch on his belt and produced a small twist of herbs. The leaves were stiff and had a spicy scent. "Anyways, this is what I wanted to show you." Nymirin brushed the back of his hand against his forehead, pushing a flop of bright green hair from his eyes and exposing his pale blonde eyebrows and visible roots. "It's called pepperweed. I found it growing out in the cobblestones near the southern classrooms." He plucked off a narrow leaf and stuck it between his teeth. "It's not a proper herb, as the kitchen might say, but it's got a great flavor. I thought you might like to try it out."
His lips parted in another smile as he handed the flora to William.
Vaniime Thursday October 6th, 2011 8:45:17 PM
Hearing first a scuffling shuffle of Will and then Nym's call out to him, Van smiles a bit at the unlikely duo that the to of them make, and yet they seem to fit well and she herself seems to get along with them both, though she truly wishes that Will would occasionally stand up for himself and put an end to the bullying he occasionally suffers from others in the school. And as for Nym, well druids were always a bit strange but, as they shared a faculty advisor she was glad they got along fairly well. Not to mention he is the only other student she knows that has a flair for hair like she does.
"Well met you two," eying the assortment of folliage the two seem to have. "Been out herbing again I see."
"Hey Will, There haven't been more problems of late, have there?"
"Nym, I know you really like Professor Lumkornig, and I know he has knowledge to share, but I wish he would let us spend more time in the wild as opposed to in these pruned and unnatural gardens. I NEED some REAL tree time."
William Willsden Friday October 7th, 2011 2:17:26 AM
William jumps as Nymirin shouts his name, then turns to his unlikely friend. He accepts the herbs from him with a quiet thanks, but his eyes betray his genuine gratitude at this gesture. He pulls off a leaf in the same manner that the druid had and places it in his mouth. After a moment, his eyes widen.
"Goodness me! Pepperweed you say?" He continues to taste it. "That tastes....delicious! Thank you Nymirin. I .... I will certainly find a use for it."
He blushes a little, suddenly aware that his attempts to walk by the girls unnoticed had been quashed. And then Vaniime speaks to them also. These elves were so old and so wise, and so kind too. But William always felt out of his depth in speaking to them. How did you speak to someone who has been alive for a century?
"Oh.... erm..... hello Vaniime." His flushed cheeks indicated his discomfort. "Erm... no, no more problems thanks." He glances to Wilma momentarily, his mind recalling the treatment he often received from her brother. But Grell had threatened him if he spoke to anyone about the latest incident, and so he keeps it to himself. "No problems."
Clay (Nymirin, Legacy of Heroes) Friday October 7th, 2011 2:46:03 PM
Nym frowns at William's wavered response to Vaniime, looking the towering boy up and down in brief instant. He remembered something his aunt had told him as a child.
You have to watch humans, and anyone with human blood. They sprout like mushrooms; grown in a day and gone just as fast.
And she was right. It had been less than a decade and William was maturing into a man. Still, it was hard to not see him as the reclusive eight year old he'd met so many years ago. And yet, here he stood, taller than most of his classmates and all of his professors, and still enduring punishment from lesser people. But perhaps it was that endurance that made him strong.
Nymirin tightens his lips, puzzling on the thought. William had something that he didn't see among the drow. William had compassion. Full, emotive, bursting compassion for the people around him. William was eager to help others, even before himself. Hell, usually before himself. It was the sort of thing that a drow might see as weakness. But perhaps that is his strength.
His gaze shifts to Vaniime, taking in her features as she addresses him. The two had been on unusual terms from the moment they met. They got on well enough, but he'd always secretly seen her as a rival rather than an ally. She was quick, and clever, and good at the same sorts of things he was. Even better at some, but nothing that really counted. Even the way she presented herself, with wild hair and an 'I don't care' attitude was a reflection of himself. It was frustrating, particularly because she did it so well.
He swallows the pepperweed, smiling coyly at Vaniime. "You could be out herbing too, you know. It isn't as if you don't have the skill." He takes in a deep breath and leans against the wall, shifting the hood at his back from between his shoulders. "Maybe that's your problem, Vaniime. That trimmed and coddled garden is full of real trees. They aren't feral like the undergrowth out beyond the yard, but they're real none the less." He flashes a devious grin, punctuating his point.
"Still, you're not wrong. It would be nice to get off the school grounds for a change. I've been practicing my charms on that scraggly cat that hangs out near the compost, but I haven't seen it in days."
Vaniime Friday October 7th, 2011 10:27:27 PM
Sighing, Van gives William a closer look and then shakes her head ever so slightly.
"There was definitely something still going on" she thinks to herself but she doesn't push knowing that it wont get her any further. "I don't think I will ever truly understand these humans, so simple yet..."
Turning back to Nym she continues.
"I know the trees are real, and I'm not putting down herbology. I have learned so much about healing herbs that I didn't know before... I guess it's just my Emerald Kingdom upbringing and still dealing with fixing the atempted taming of the Culverwood that Parnoth had the enslaved elves creating :shuddering:: I mean trimming bushes and trees into unnatural animal shapes and forcing growing patterns to fit your whims.... I guess that is what puts me off these planned gardens."
"I just need some time in the wilds..."
Wilma Friday October 7th, 2011 10:36:07 PM
"You ever been to the Culverwood, Nym...?" Wilma turned away from the wall she'd been decorating with a stylized skull in vibrant green paint. "The trees there won't hesitate to kick your butt...literally...if they don't like you. THOSE are the trees that Van would love to get serious, ah...'tree time' with." The redheaded acolyte swapped out her can of paint for the one that Van had and quickly added a cute pink bow to the top of the skull she'd just drawn, making what should ordinarily been scary--or at least macabre--look actually...cute, in a weird sort of way.
But then, Wilma could be considered a weird sort of cleric-in-training to Gargul.
"Hey, William!" she smiled at her fellow priest. "I look forward to whatever food you make--you're really quite talented at the culinary arts, you know."
Grell Monday October 10th, 2011 2:45:59 PM
Sounds of laughter and giggles echo down the hallway and multiple feet clomp across the floor.
The voice of a young lady, shrill and obviously flattering sound too loud for the small passageway... "Oh Grell!! I can't believe the way you were able to disarm that last swordsman! I mean, it was just ahmazing!!" the voice dribbles on spilling flattery like it was cheap soup.
Next, a pleasant baritone voice follows. "Yeah, I guess...He put up a good fight though... Thought he was going to take me out with that last blow! Close one that one..."
The girl, clearly enamored prattles on "I'm just glad you didn't have to put up with having that *horrible* little toad William! You'd think as big as he is he could at least work a shortsword..."
The baritone speaks a little louder this time...there is a clear hint of irritation in his voice. "Please...Gizell, don't remind me. That buffoon of a Dean of ours put me in charge of making sure he met the physical standards test. I missed out on *hours* of practice time while I watched the Slug grunt and moan trying to pull himself over the barriers. It's going to take a miracle from the gods to get him to pass that test. I feel sorry for whatever adventuring group gets stuck with him!"
The footsteps draw closer, and a well muscled human with shocking white hair rounds the corner. His form is pleasing to the eye, and the voice has a practiced smoothness of someone who is used to being the center of attention. A slender young blonde dressed in powder blue robes is draped over his shoulder, caressing his overdeveloped biceps.
Grell's ever present smile fades as spots Wilma and his sudden stop jolts the blonde, causing her to stumble forward. Almost as an afterthought, Grell reaches out and grabs her, putting her back on her feet before she even realizes that she was falling. The young man's smile returns to his face as he gives the blonde a quick peck on the lips. "Wilma...what in the Wold are you doing here... Grell spots the graffiti and his smiles broadens to a grin. "And up to mischief no less...you know our Dean really wouldn't approve..."
Wilma Monday October 10th, 2011 4:16:38 PM
The acolyte of Gargul turned her head and beamed a smile at her newly-arrived brother.
"Grell!" she greeted him in a jovial voice. "The halls needed a bit of Gargul-inspired artwork!" Wilma's sharp sapphire gaze took in the fact that her little brother was with one of the most charming and yet vapid individuals in the entire student body.
"I see you're fresh from your Karraja practice--and you've even brought the kokpar with you..!" Her sharp blue eyes twinkled merrily at the vacuous blonde accompanying her sibling. "Um...'Jizzel', isn't it...?" Even as she asked the girl in powder blue, Wilma's smile never faded--mostly because she was sure that Gisell wasn't likely to even know that she was being compared to the corpse in the Orc game of Karraja--or "Toss the Corpse" in Common.
Emrys Monday October 10th, 2011 7:56:05 PM
A sharp tap against the floor from darkwood walking stick heralds the arrival of another classmate. He is dressed in what appears to only be an elegant, green-silken house robe, tied in the front with a simple silk belt. "Odd meeting you all here at this moment," says a smiling half-elf, who appears seemingly out of nowhere. Completely undaunted by being seen in his current state of undress, he steps closer into the light. His prize darkwood lute, with silver inlays, in one hand and his ever-present walking stick in the other.
"It appears I've walked into another gallery of artists! I just came from modeling in Professor Gildas' Life Painting class. If I had known such talent existed among my friends, I would have offered my services as Muse. However, after three hours in Gildas' studio, I have to say that my robe is closed for the evening."
The young bard's warmth, charm and unrivaled, natural comeliness has always made people gravitate towards him upon arriving at Maplehurst. Amongst the fey of central Culverwood, such beauty was common place. Although Emrys has done well not to let this new found popularity go to his head, he can't help but walk with bit of a swagger when around the fawning masses.
"You know, you two, there is probably a divination spell with both your names on it. I'd be a little more careful. This is hallway is a well-beaten path."
DM Kathy Monday October 10th, 2011 10:32:00 PM
[You guys are doing great. I'm chiming in with some miscellaneous information, which you can use or ignore as you see fit. :) ]
Everyone has described what their character usually wears, which is fine. However, Maplehurst has uniforms. During most classes, then, you'd be wearing your uniform. As adventurer-track students in your final year, you do have some leeway, but it's generally best not to try to push too far.
We'll say that today is a weekend, so you're all wearing whatever. :)
Other than Vaniime and Nymirin, you guys have never heard of a "Professor Lumkornig."
The Headmaster is Professor Roww, a quite ordinary-looking human man who has never been an adventurer. He is cheerful and mild-mannered, but also quite capable of keeping order and ensuring that his sometimes-rambunctious charges obey the rules. Professor Roww is a widower with two daughters. Although they live on the grounds, the daughters are not allowed to attend the school because neither of their parents have been adventurers. They have a private tutor, although they often attend social or athletic functions at the school.
Clay (Nymirin, Legacy of Heroes) Monday October 10th, 2011 10:50:28 PM
Nymirin opens his mouth to respond to Wilma, but the clatter down the hall causes him to fall silent. His face tightens when he hears Grell's voice in the distance, twisting into disapproval for a brief moment before loosening into feigned apathy.
That infant is a pest and a bully.
Nymirin unconsciously shifts forward, putting himself between William and the door. He watches as Grell and his companion enter the room, offering a slight nod to the girl. He meets Grell's gaze, smiling with sweet politeness. "I see that you've been active. ...as usual," he says.
Eyes fixed, he almost completely fails to notice Emrys gallivant into the room.
William Willsden Tuesday October 11th, 2011 2:09:57 PM
William is about to nod an embarrassed thanks in response to Wilma's praise, when the arrival of her horrid brother puts him immediately on edge. William didn't mind that he was talking about him again, but he didn't like the others hearing the insults. How one earth were Wilma and Grell siblings? They were so.... different. Wilma shared some of William's classes and has always been very kind to him, whereas Grell had made William's life at Maplehurst most difficult.
But then William was used to such things.
The large cleric notices Nymirin step in between him and Grell, and there is an internal sigh of relief that the druid was here. William admired the drow; not least for his wisdom and his age, but he was just so.... popular! But then William looked around the now full corridor, at the colourful druid; at the horrid Grell and his beautiful girlfriend; at the confident cleric of Gargul; at the charismatic half elven bard and at Vaniime, the elven ranger who intimidated William without even trying. And then he realised.....
They were all so popular.
Out of his depth, mildy terrified of being noticed by Grell and desperate to reach the solace of the kitchens, William tries to shuffle past Vaniime and Wilma.
Wilma Tuesday October 11th, 2011 10:17:38 PM
Sensing that William would rather not have to face her brother, Wilma once more addressed herself to the blonde on Grell's arm:
"I must say, Jizell, powder blue is the perfect color choice for you," the redhead practically cooed, "The pastel tone almost entirely detracts from the crow's feet you're developing..." As she spoke, Wilma moved so that she was between Grell and William, surreptitiously drawing attention to herself.
Vaniime Tuesday October 11th, 2011 10:37:22 PM
Addressing Grell as he begins to preen, Van mispronounces his name and yet perhaps it is her dialect, one can never tell. "Hey Girl, how are those reflexes today? Catch." As she finishes speaking she tosses one of the paint cans at his chest.
Emrys 2d4=4 ; 2d4=3 ; Wednesday October 12th, 2011 12:42:21 AM Oh no, Emyrs thinks to himself as he too is caught by surprise by Vaniime's "colorful" response to Wilma's twin brother, Grell from Hell. Normally this would be a moment to revel, watching Vaniime make little work of a bully. However the timing is all wrong. You don't start a fight with a hothead at the scene of a crime. Especially where paint is involved! So easily can one be caught red handed ... not to mention green, and yellow. Sigh!
Emyrs steps back, away from any possible splash of paint, and strums the strings of his lute, to get Grell's attention. He then begins to pick an intricate melody with a pulsating rhythm directed at Grell and his companion. After completing a short incantation, Emyrs addresses Grell in a soothing tone, "Grelll ... relax, relaxxx. Nothing happened here. You've had an unfortunate accident .... you and your friend should go clean up in the faculty washroom and forget all about this ....yesss ... that's a good idea." Emyrs continues to repeat the suggestion in hopes that it takes. If it doesn't then this situation is about to get a whole lot messier.
(Casting Hypnotism. Will save DC 16. Effects 4HD worth of targets. Lasts 3 rounds. If they fail their save, their attitudes become two levels friendlier and consider the reasonable suggestion a good idea. Even after the duration of the spell ends. If they fail, they wont remember being targets of a spell.)
Grell d20=18 ; d20=18 ; d20+6=14 ; d3+5=6 ; Wednesday October 12th, 2011 8:33:06 AM
Grell's smile broadens and he laughs at Wilma's comments. "Best smelling kokpar I've played with in a long time."
The warrior makes no move to advance upon William, whom he has finally noticed. Really, WHY would he want to interact with the Slug?! That loser had a way of messing up everything his huge sausage fingers touched. Grell would be just as happy if he *never* had to do anything with the Slug ever again, but for some reason their paths kept crossing. Then, to make matter worse, that louse of a Dean had *assigned* the Slug to him and mandated that he find a way to get the Slug to pass the physical standards test. Why the Dean didn't just let the Slug wash out was beyond Grell. The physical standards test was there for a reason. If that lump of underdeveloped sausage couldn't pass it, then maybe, just maybe he shouldn't be and adventurer. The Slug would sure make somebody a good cook one day, but he wasn't cut out for the adventuring life. But the Dean had ordered it, and by the gods, Grell was going to make it happen, even if that meant he had to stick a slab of meat in the Slug's belt and sick one of Dad's kitties lose on him! The mental image causes him to chuckle out loud.
All this mental musing causes him to miss out on some of what's being said, and the next thing he knows, Gizell is marching off in a huff, grumbling something about a crow's feet. Then the uppity elf is throwing something at him. Almost without thought, he catches it (Reflex=18 unmoded). But he catches Vaniime's insult, OOOOOOH yes he does! Grell's face turns bright red and is about to lash out at Vaniime when the *other* elf Emyrs starts shooting off his mouth and slings a spell! By the gods, Grell will not be the puppet of one of those weak, uppity spell slinging elves (Will save 18...unmoded)! If he's particularly observant, Emyrs might notice Grell's massive biceps contract before he lashes out, paint can still grasped in his clenched fist. (AC 14 for 6 damage). Grell grins as bright green paint...and potentially blood covers Emyrs' jaw.
Clay (Nymirin, Legacy of Heroes) d20=9 ; d20=15 ; Wednesday October 12th, 2011 12:51:08 PM
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Nymirin bellows, drawing on a deeper voice than he'd ever use in polite company. He cuts his hands through the air, the tattoos on his face sharpening into jagged points. "This is hardly the behavior of senior academy students!"
His nostrils flare as he jabs a finger at Emrys. "Charm magic, really? That's a bold move, even for you. There's a time and a place, and it isn't here."
He turns his gaze to Vaniime only momentarily, choking on a word and shaking his head. His attention shifts to Grell, angry again. "And you. I believe your girlfriend needs some tending to. She seemed rather distraught, don't you agree?"
He shakes his head angrily, looking around the room. "Honestly! We are so close to graduating this school and making our names out in the world! The last thing we need is some stupid scuff involving paint and broken skin ruining all of that."
(Spellcraft 18 vs. DC 16 to identify, Diplomacy 16 to calm the room down)
Emrys (disabled) Wednesday October 12th, 2011 1:43:10 PM
Even though Emyrs' jaw line may be alluring to most, it's apparently also made of glass! His knees buckle and down he goes with a thud against the floor. His hands leave his instrument and reach for his face. His thoughts race as he reels in pain and shock.
Mother of all creatures .... great and small!! "Owwahhh!" Is this what it feels like having your bell rung?
Emyrs can taste his mouth filling with blood. His ears ringing ... his vision all a blur. If he could comprehend what Nymirin had just said, he would wholeheartedly agree. He hadn't completely thought this thing through. He struggles to maintain a feeble grasp on consciousness as he tries in vain to feel around for his walking stick.
He looks up and sees three different Grells looking down at him. He can't help but a bit tickled about this. "Heee... uhh hee hee, Oowww!" After spitting out some blood and between his chuckling he continues, "I shoulda knoown ... hee hee!"
William Willsden d8+1=8 ; Wednesday October 12th, 2011 2:08:28 PM
William looks astonished and alarmed at the scuffle that has just taken place! His eyes widen and his cheeks flush red with shock. But the sight of Emrys in pain provokes a thought in the cleric that scythes through his panic and drives him to action. He kneels hurriedly next to the injured half-elf, ignoring the look from Grell and the stares of the other onlookers. Placing a hand carefully over Emrys' jaw, he closes his eyes. A soft light emanates from his large hand, a whispered prayer leaves his lips. His glasses have steamed up in the moment but it does not matter, and as the name of Alemi is heard, the pain lessons and the jaw heals.
He makes sure the half elf is alright before standing.
(CLW for 8 HP)
Wilma Wednesday October 12th, 2011 2:24:51 PM
"Gargul's blood!" barked Wilma as she stamped her foot. She turned to her brother and snapped in Orcish: "Ich weiß, dass Sie mein jüngerer Bruder sind, aber Sie Tat wie ein dummes Kind müssen???" (If your PC knows Orcish, Highlight to display spoiler: {"I know you're my younger brother, but MUST you act like a real baby???"} The redhead snorted and rolled her sapphire eyes skyward. However, she also frowned down at the poor bard on the floor being tended by William.
"How are you feeling now, Emyrs..?" she asked.
Vaniime Wednesday October 12th, 2011 6:40:57 PM
"Oh no! Emrys!" "Marteus' boils! Why can't I stay out of trouble. All I wanted was to include Grell in the paint scheme, by getting his psychic print on the can, as well as hers and Wilma's, and now one of us is laid out on the floor. But to use magic on a fellow student?"
At Nym's near word of chastisement, Van looks appropriately abashed and trys to convey with a look that this wasn't what she had planned.
The joy of the last few minutes gone, Van carefully observes each of her companions.
Grell while a bit obnoxious and yes boorish, was still a magnificent fighter and in his own way quite honorable. Wilma, truth be told, her best friend, was extremely competant in almost everything she did. Nym..., well Nym was Nym, smart, and wiser than his years, and actually sometimes intimidated her. Emrys, was beautiful in a way that was hard to ignore, but sometimes he tended to act before thinking. I guess he too has been around humans to long and has become much more impatient. And William, so competant at what he does and so much stronger than he realized. If only he were a bit more coordinated....
Grell Wednesday October 12th, 2011 9:51:26 PM
Grell watches in satisfaction as the half-elf falls to the ground. Though he is pretty surprised that he took him out with one blow. He makes a mental note that perhaps those of elven heritage are more fragile than humans and orcs.
The warrior ignores the chastisement of Nymirin...his attention is drawn solely to William's actions. In all of their school years together, he has never seen the boy move that fast! Grell watches as William puts himself between the downed half-elf and himself and a grin begins to form on his face. Maybe getting the Slug to pass the standards isn't going to be as difficult as I thought! Dad always said "There's more than one way to skin a Worg." Maybe I've been going at this from the complete wrong angle....
Grell's grin disappears and is replaced by red faced anger when Wilma confronts him. He fires back in angry Orcish "Ich bin kein Baby mehr, und ich werde in den Woldsblood geworfen werden, bevor ich dich Chef mich herum wie du, als wir klein waren, haben wir! Die Vergangenheit ist vorbei. Hier sind nicht besser als ich, so dass Sie lieber aussteigen deinem hohen Ross! Er bekam, was zu ihm kommt und du weißt es!" Highlight to display spoiler: {"I'm not a baby anymore, and I'll be thrown into the Woldsblood before I let you boss me around like you did when we were little! The past is gone. Here you are no better than me, so you'd better get off your high horse! He got what was coming to him and you know it!"}
Still fuming, Grell surveys the scene. What the elf said was right. They made enough racket that somebody was sure enough to notice. Shouldn't take long. Grell looks at the green paint on his hands and the walls...and Emry's jaw. Pretty obvious that this was going to attract some major attention...probably the Dean...again. He'd already attracted the Dean's attention on multiple occasions, so it was doubtful that anything he said would make a difference in the upcoming punishment. Really no reason to drag the others into his sure to be lost battle...though it's tempting to let his uppity sister get the punishment she deserves. Sighing, he hoists Emrys back to his feet and sits him down not too delicately. "The rest of you get out of here. That fight's going to attract attention and you don't want to be here when the Professors show up." He looks over at the half-elf "Here's what you're going to tell them. You were walking past and you caught me doing this and I hit tried to hit you. Got it? Not too hard of a sell seeing how close you two are."
Wilma Wednesday October 12th, 2011 11:27:56 PM
Wilma arched an eyebrow at her hotheaded little brother.
"I wasn't referring to the way you decked Emrys...because you're right, he did deserve it." She shook her head. "But if you think I'm going to run, run away to let you take the heat for my artwork, you've got another think coming..." Wilma gave a short laugh. "...there's no way in the Wold that anyone would believe that you'd paint a pretty pink bow on a skull." So saying, the acolyte of Gargul crossed her arms and remained right where she was, fully intending to back whatever play Grell was going to make.
Vaniime Thursday October 13th, 2011 8:08:07 AM
Nellie, you automatically get max hp at first level
Nellie Thursday October 13th, 2011 8:13:51 AM
I am sooooooo out of the loop!! Thanks Kent!
Grell Thursday October 13th, 2011 8:30:11 AM
The warrior looks over at his sister with annoyance. "Just get out of here. It's tactically stupid to have everybody get punished. Sometimes you are so thick! I'll just change the picture. Nobody will ever even think to question that I did it. Now get your other friends out of here before I change my mind." Grabbing the paint can, Grell quickly writes under the skull. "Wilma smels bad". He looks over at his older sister and grins. "You do, you know! Now get your butts out of here!"
Emrys (disabled) Thursday October 13th, 2011 8:30:57 AM
His vision instantly clears and the pain of the wound, now completely healed, fading away as if it never happened. Emyrs looks up at William and Wilma with a smile and says, "I'm doing all better now ... thank you!" Then he turns to William and whispers in all sincerity, "look at you, William! Alemi would be proud."
After being hoisted back to his feet, and fearing another blow to the head, Emyrs is relieved to hear that Grell was wanting to take the fall, for the graffiti and the assault. His smile returns as he stares into the eyes of the big lug as he reveals his plan. Emyrs thinks to himself that all he really wanted was for Grell to take the fall, but it also brought out the best in his friends ... William forgetting his fears and the whole group coming together to defend each other from a bully. Emyrs fully expected his charm to fail in this little social experiment. Knowing when NOT to duck and take the hit had an outcome far greater than he had expected ... even with Grell! He actually thinks it was all his idea. He is definitely recording this in his journal tonight.
After Grell finishes talking and Wilma weighs in with her orcish tongue, which strangely has many of the same consonants and structures as another language he is slightly familiar with. If his linguistics training has taught him anything, he wonders if she just called him a ... baby!?
Emyrs finally decides to speak after leaving the floor. "Grell, I would like to apologize, I shouldn't had tried to fascinate you ... that was wrong, and I totally deserved to be hit. However, next time could you try and not hit me in the face?" He says with a green and blood-encrusted grin.
Wilma Thursday October 13th, 2011 10:12:14 AM
Wilma couldn't hide the smile that graced her face.
"Grell," she told her brother, "A warrior willing to fall on his sword for the good of all is truly a magnificent thing, but you're underestimating the abilities of magic again--the Dean has access to a few divining spells that can easily tell him exactly who painted on the wall. If I run away now, it will look as though I was being a coward and avoiding having to be responsible for my actions. Our Mama and Papa didn't raise cowards." Wilma looked carefully into Emrys' face and then nodded.
"William has a talent for calling upon Alemi's aid as well as cooking," she pointed out humorously, "There isn't going to be any kind of scar whatsoever, Emrys."
Grell Thursday October 13th, 2011 10:44:48 AM
When Emrys apologizes, Grell gives the briefest of nods. Eyes locked *FIRMLY* on the scantly clad half-elf eyes, he say "Well, if I hit you anywhere else I would have either killed you or turned you into a eunuch. Considering the alternatives, I would count myself lucky."
Grell rolls his eyes at Wilma's insistence. He switches back to his preferred Orc tongue. "Fein. Wie Sie es mögen. Aber ich werde mich nicht hängen herum mit diesem viel, bis jemand auftaucht. Als sie mich kommen, ihnen sagen, ich bin in der Praxis ein." Highlight to display spoiler: {Fine. Have it your way. But I'm not going to hang around with this lot until somebody shows up. When they come for me, tell them I'm at the practice field."}
Just before he stomps off toward the melee grounds, Grell spins around and points his finger at William. "I haven't forgotten about you. Tomorrow...dawn.. at the fields. Bring extra clothes. You going to get sweaty."
William Willsden Thursday October 13th, 2011 1:01:08 PM
William's already flushed face turns positively scarlet at the praise Emrys levels at him. He looks down and almost giggles nervously.
"Thanks," he manages.
But when Wilma then praises his healing skills and his cooking, the cleric can take no more. He shuffles off down the corridor heading for the kitchen, trying to dab a splash of blood that has dirtied his otherwise immaculate white robes. The herbs needed to get in that broth soon or else the flavours were unlikely to pervade sufficiently. And he wanted to try something with that pepperweed that Nymirin had picked for him.
Grell's parting words leave him with something to worry about all evening. He'd forgotten about the training with Grell in the morning. He's going to make me pay for helping Emrys. Oh dear oh dear.
The white robes disappear around a corner in the corridor and are gone, the huge figure off to hide in the kitchens again.
DM Kathy Thursday October 13th, 2011 1:05:10 PM
Grell has turned and is stalking off--when he all but runs into a young woman in a maid's uniform. She is carrying two buckets of soapy water, and a quantity of brushes and cloths. Yet, somehow, she manages to nimbly sidestep and give a quick curtsey.
"Master Grell," she says by way of greeting.
"Good afternoon," she adds to the rest of you. Calmly, she walks over to the wall where the graffiti is, sets down her buckets, and drops the brushes and cloths into the water.
You have seen her before, of course; you're pretty familiar with everyone who works here. She can usually be found tidying the Admin building, and sometimes helping in the kitchen. She has a flower name--Pansy? Daisy? No, Poppy! That's it, Poppy.
"Miss Vaniime, Miss Wilma," she says respectfully. "I wonder if you would be so good as to give me a hand? You see here, somebody has defaced school property. I shouldn't like for the Headmaster or Professor Lobrian to see it. I think it would be best if it were cleaned up right away, don't you? And Master Grell, if you are not wanted elsewhere, perhaps you would be good enough to help?"
Her tone and manner is all that is respectful and courteous. She phrased it as a request. Yet you can't help but notice that she addressed it to the people who actually painted the wall. And she mentioned the Headmaster and your Dean in the same breath.
She studiously ignores your paint cans, your paint-covered hands and clothing, and any other evidence that you are the culprits. She makes no accusations. She merely takes a brush, swishes it through the bucket to get it nice and soapy, and begins washing the wall.
Vaniime Thursday October 13th, 2011 2:05:05 PM
Confused again by Grell's willingness to take the fall, especially when he knows that she has been in the headmaster's office as often as he has, leaves her shaking her head.
When Mistress Poppy arrives on the scene, buckets in hands, A grin flashes quickly on the face and then just as quickly disappears.
Why Mistress Poppy, I am sure we all would be glad to help. Especially as we were just trying to figure out what the best way of getting rid of it might be.
Wilma Thursday October 13th, 2011 3:54:38 PM
"Can't you tell, Van..?" Wilma addressed the goth-styled elf. "The application of good, old-fashioned elbow grease is what's needed here." The redhead reached into one of the sudsy buckets and withdrew a scrub brush, looking mournfully at her skull-and-pink-bow masterpiece.
"Truly, must we erase my homage to Gargul..?" she asked Mistress Poppy a bit unhappily. "He has so few artistic monuments that truly capture what he means to the Wold..." Clearly Wilma was loathe to erase her handiwork, but she also knew that, if it was the will of those in authority, then she would have to do it regardless of how she personally felt.
Clay (Nymirin, Legacy of Heroes) Thursday October 13th, 2011 4:27:50 PM
Nymirin stands back, taking in the scene. He laughs lightly at Poppy's request, and her common politeness. The woman had a way with words that made him green with envy.
He looks to the two girls and speaks in sharply accented elven. "Sor air jhes'm thalys, kos. Shaer, sar eil Vydia'm kali. Jhaer'm sia sai shi tysi tasaerer, ojae?" He offers a reassuring smile and turns after William down the corridor.
Translation:Highlight to display spoiler: {This is luck's favor, girls. Well, that and Poppy's grace. Let's try to be more careful, okay?}
Emrys Thursday October 13th, 2011 9:47:45 PM
Emyrs sees this as a perfect moment to exit stage left. He gathers his walking stick and his lute, which he inspects closely for damage and sprinkles of paint. He strums his thumb across the strings and listens intently.
"Ahhh, you're out of tune, my dear." He turns to the rest that remain present and says, "I'm afraid I will have to bid you all farewell. I'm hardly dressed to help in this kind of activity. Besides I have my own washing to take care of. See you all at dinner. Ladies... Gentlemen," giving a slight bow, "always a pleasure, Miss Poppy," he says with a smile.
Emrys walks away briskly. After get a little distance his mood changes dramatically. No longer the smiling almost whimsical demeanor everyone is accustomed to. Before turning the corner, he looks back for a brief moment at the scene of the crime. Emrys begins to mutter, "In colors and song, I portray my dreams for everyone to see, inciting you to rise and come alive; by painting in two dimensions I will live eternally, despite detergent's scour - I will survive." As he disappears around the corner, he continues, "definitely a red letter day."
Vaniime Friday October 14th, 2011 8:03:41 PM
Grabbing her own brush and bucket, Van begins the task of scrubbing down her word play.
Wilma Saturday October 15th, 2011 12:23:22 AM
"It was fun while it lasted..." Wilma told Vaniime as she resolutely began cleaning up the written graffiti. She was still hoping that her argument to keep the green-and-pink smiling skull would allow for that painting to remain.
William Willsden Saturday October 15th, 2011 2:43:35 AM
William eventually makes it to the kitchens, where there is already a great deal of activity. The cook hardly even notices as the cleric hurries to his corner of the room; a dark space with a large hearth and several pots full of previously collected ingredients. Over the fire hangs a large pot which hisses and bubbles, from which aromotic vapours emit; onions and garlic are clearly evident, and William opens the lid. He takes a wooden spoon from the collection of assorted implements that is laid on a table to the left of the fire and, after stirring, tastes his broth.
Ooh, that's good. He takes a pinch of the sage from his pouch, tears the leaves and adds them to his concoction before stirring again.
This was his place. This was where he liked to be. No-one would disturb him here, and he could forget about Grell and the others. At this moment, the broth was everything.
Nymirin Saturday October 15th, 2011 4:30:53 PM
Nymirin dodges and weaves through the chaos of the kitchen and traces the far wall until he reaches William's corner. He watches the boy with his herbs and broth, smiling at his shift in attitude. It was rare to see William as happy as he is right now, and he felt almost guilty for intruding on it. Not guilty enough to leave, though.
"It smells nice, William," he offers as an impromptu greeting. His face softens with a warm smile, his tattoos shifting back into lazy swoops and swirls. "I wanted to make sure you were okay after all that. I'd say 'don't let it get to you,' but I suppose there's only so many times you can hear that before you start to hate my voice." He laughs, and looks around the area.
Little William with his soups. Tiny and large, all in the same moment.
Nymirin's gaze drops for a moment, and he breathes out a deep, sad sigh. "You could end it all, you know. You won't, ..but you could. It's the paradox that is you, William." He pauses, looking again at the lumbering boy. "It makes me sad to see how you're treated."
Emrys d20+8=13 ; d20+8=11 ; d20+8=14 ; d20+8=18 ; Saturday October 15th, 2011 7:42:12 PM
Emyrs returns to his room from taking a bath. He looks into his hand mirror to inspect his face. He is quite satisfied, no evidence of the slobberknocker he received earlier. He chuckles a little. The colorful language he has learned while being at Maplehurst amuses him at times, however hardly dignified to be spoken by scholars like himself.
As he waits for his hair to dry, he takes his darkwood lute and plays a few opening chords, in G major, of a composition he has been working on. He listens intently and makes adjustments to the tuning pegs. He cross the room to his bed, where a short stack of papers, most containing his writings and sheet music. He finds the page with the latest copy of the composition he was just playing. Emyrs hums a few magical lyrics of an ancient draconian tune and handwritten notes being to appear on the page, picking up where he had previously left off. The half-elf had become quite accustomed to writing with Prestidigitation. It was so much more convenient than ink and quill. While traditional methods were fine, he just didn't have the space in his room for a writing table and didn't like getting ink on his bed. He again plays the tune with the additional notes he had added and the result was pleasing.
His eyes catch a glimpse of some handwriting that was not his own. He realized there were some notes written by Professor Silver, his student adviser and teacher. He hadn't noticed them before. They were simple comments and suggestions on his previous work. Emyrs can't help but sense that he isn't accepted by the other faculty ... or that he doesn't necessarily run in their circles. He isn't sure what to think. Many of the human staff underestimate the exquisite sensitivity of the elven ear and fail to conceal their whispers sufficiently. Emyrs isn't sure, but when he has heard them speak of Professor Silver, they didn't seem to speak of him with approval. Whatever it is, Emyrs' curiosity is peaked. "If I can find out where he's from or where he studied and worked before, that could shed some light." He thinks a bit and then his eyes light up. "Maybe he has a birthday coming up ... that can be my angle. The Ananuensis at the Hall of Records should have some information on his background."
Emyrs tries to remember who the Ananuensis is and if there is anything they are known to be fond of ... in order to win their affection.
(Knowledge (arcana): 13 to know of any Divination spells that would be helpful. Knowledge (Local): 11 to know any place nearby where he can find such a spell, to copy or buy. Knowledge (Local): 14 to know who is the Ananuensis (secretary) at the hall of records. Knowledge (local): 18 to know if there are any rumors about how to earn some leverage with them.)
Grell Saturday October 15th, 2011 10:26:12 PM
The warrior blushes as he almost plows into Miss Poppy. When he sees her carrying the brushes and the pail, his shoulders slump. Once more he hadn't thought through things, and he has disappointed someone he very much respects. Wonderful Miss Poppy...she'd always been there for him in the younger years. She even covered up a couple of *very* embarrassing bed wetting accidents when he had first arrived at Maplehurst. Grell loved her no nonsense way of leading. She was never sharp like Ganz. She just said what needed to be done and knew that you would do it.
When he is asked if he will help with the cleanup, Grell enthusiastically grabs a brush and starts scrubbing. He looks over at Miss Poppy with regret. "Miss Poppy, please don't bother yourself with this task. I will take care of it for you. You have far more important things to do than this."
Grell looks over at his sister with a sly grin as he happily scrubs away. "Hey Sis...you wanna race?" The question is almost a dare.
William Willsden Sunday October 16th, 2011 6:43:17 AM
William looks up with a start as Nymirin speaks. The cleric hadn'teven noticed his friend's arrival; the cooking had absorbed him utterly. "Oh..... erm, thank you." He continues stirring as the drow talks to him. William never really knew what to say in such conversations. And that was a reasonably regular occurrence. He shifts uncomfortably as Nym speaks about Grell.
"I'm ok, really. Grell has a lot to put up, I suppose."
The cleric tastes the broth one more time. Deciding it is now ready, he ladles some into a pewter bowl, then holds it out to Nymirin.
"Would you like some? It's sage and onion."
Nymirin Sunday October 16th, 2011 7:29:42 AM
Nymirin's eyes light up at the offer. "Ah! Yes, of course!" He takes the pewter bowl happily and lifts it to his face, sipping the broth enthusiastically.
"By Maab's grace, William, this is wonderful! This must have taken hours to finish," he chirps, planting his face back into the bowl. After a moment the bowl is drained and he sets it to the side. His face is bright and beaming.
"I spoke to a starling a few days ago- chatty little thing. She told me about this huge patch of wild strawberries growing just to the southwest of here. I've been considering slipping out and checking it out, but after this whole vandalism and assault situation I wonder if it's a good idea."
Wilma Sunday October 16th, 2011 3:09:42 PM
Wilma's sapphire eyes glinted as she grinned back at her baby brother.
"All right!" she agreed readily, suddenly hunching over and becoming still, her scrub brush poised at the ready. "Ready...set...GO!!!" Almost as soon as she had barked the last work, Wilma's brush began scrubbing hard and quick. "No way you're gonna beat me!!!"
Vaniime Sunday October 16th, 2011 6:36:02 PM
As the brother and sister begin to race and clean surprisingly Van doesn't move out of the way and help her friend she continues cleaning on what she was working on and Grell has now begun to attack. He syas out of his way but continues working on the part she had been working on.
Grell d20=6 ; Sunday October 16th, 2011 8:48:50 PM
Scrubbing is an easy chore for the buff warrior, and he works quickly and efficiently. Though once more, Wilma has beaten him on the draw.
(d20...highest # wins the round?)
DM Kathy Monday October 17th, 2011 12:40:39 AM
Poppy, after so carefully not accusing any of you, after saying that "somebody" had defaced school property, blinks in astonishment as Wilma all but confesses to the transgression.
"Hm," she says thoughtfully, "I'm not sure I heard you right, Miss Wilma. Of course, as a school employee, I would be obliged to tell the Headmaster if i knew about a student violating shool rules, but I'm sure--"
At that moment, Grell grabs a brush and proposes a contest. Poppy smiles and steps back, allowing the siblings to compete.
"Thank you, Master Grell. Miss Wilma. Miss Vaniime," she says, plying her own brush away from the competition. "I appreciate your help."
Meanwhile, Emrys returns to his room for a bit of quiet study. You wonder a little about your faculty advisor, Professor Silver. Thinking things over, you remember the scrying spell, which, as a Bard, you may one day be able to cast. A scroll of it could be obtained in the Catacombs, but there is no entrance nearby and anyway, you're not sure you have the funds. The school does not have a Hall of Records; you assume that old records are probably in the library, and current records in the Headmaster's office, or possibly one of the administrative offices. Getting sent to the Headmaster's office is not too difficult, but perhaps not an ideal strategy.
Wilma Monday October 17th, 2011 1:23:16 AM
"I know, Mistress Poppy," Wilma replied a bit wistfully, "And I won't put you into any such position...I just like the way the picture looks." She heaved a sigh and peeked to see if the woman was relenting at all about removing the picture as well as the words, but it didn't appear to Gargul's acolyte that Mistress Poppy had, so she turned back to her task at hand.
The redheaded cleric-to-be edged closer to Vaniime as her scrub brush continued to quickly scrub against the wall, giving Grell a lot more room--and work--to finish his race. Anyone who wasn't totally committed to winning a self-imposed contest would notice that Wilma wasn't scrubbing more than the same one-square-foot area in front of her...she was more than happy to let her little brother "win" this competition by cleaning the lion's share of the graffiti.
Emrys d20+8=25 ; d20+8=22 ; Monday October 17th, 2011 1:54:44 PM
(sorry, I meant Administrative offices with "Hall of Records". I was trying to avoid using modern terminology and Hall of Records was all I could think of. That's why I used "ananuensis" instead of secretary.)
Emyrs considers his options that he was able to think of. He decides to go to the library after dinner this evening. He might as well try the least invasive approach before he starts talking to people. However it may be wise to inquire among the lower help. Rumors about fellow staff at this academy seem to spread like wildfire. He considers the rumors that he has already heard (Knowledge (local): 25) and uses them as a base in which to begin his search among the dusty tomes and scrolls.
Before going to the library, Emyrs could try, at dinner, to sit closer to the faculty tables (if the faculty dine at the same time) in order to have a better chance to hear anything related to Professor Silver. (Perception 22)
Grell Monday October 17th, 2011 2:01:56 PM
Grell literally attacks the paint on the wall with a fervor that in unnerving to most. He grins as he finishes up not only his own, but also the majority of Wilma's section in record time. Cleaning up his brush, he looks over at his sister with a cocky grin. "Great gods Wilma, what have they been teaching you all these years in those cleric classes?! How to be slow and weak? I could have beaten you with one arm tied behind my back." He leans in a little closer and whispers to her in a more serious tone "Seriously, you need to start training with me again...you're getting weak!"
Finishing up his clean up, Grell says good bye to his sister and then heads over to the practice fields whistling a happy Orc tune about dismembering one's enemies before dying a valiant death on the battlefield.
Vaniime Monday October 17th, 2011 2:10:01 PM
Grins over at Wilma as she finishes her area and Grell cockadoodle doos and heads off.
::Shaking her head:: she turns to her friend. Does he even realize???? Ah well I suppose I should should go see somebody about something.
Wilma Monday October 17th, 2011 2:40:18 PM
Wilma put on a suitably abashed face as her brother figuratively beat his chest in victory and swaggered away. She suppressed a chuckle while retrieving the brushes used to clean the wall and returning them to the suds bucket that Mistress Polly had provided earlier.
"No, Van," she answered the elf's question with a slight smile, "He never does. It often amazes me how easy it is to win by letting Grell think he's won. In the end, we both win." Wilma looked curiously at Vaniime.
"They don't have Culverwood trees here at the Academy, Van," she said, "But we could go hang out at the grotto they use for the druid student training if you think it will help out with your need for tree time..?"
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William Willsden Tuesday October 18th, 2011 3:42:42 PM
William, whose cheeks are often a deep pink colour, turns positively scarlet with pride and embarrassment at Nymirin's compliment. It is rather good, I suppose. The proud thought is never verbalised, of course, but it is there all the same.
And then young master Willsden finds himself torn. Torn between an urgent desire (culinarily speaking) to find wild strawberries so close to the academy, and to avoid ever being told off by any member of staff.
And then a moment of wild abandon.....
"Do you think......do you think we might.... erm....... get away with it?"
He has rarely spoken so much to his friend, and even more rarely considered breaking the rules. But these were wild strawberries, and thus worthy of considerable bravery. "Maybe after my training in the morning?" He looks down at the floor as he speaks, one nonchalant foot making circular shapes on the floor.
Nymirin Tuesday October 18th, 2011 8:22:51 PM
Nymirin grins deviously at the response. "I certainly intend to get away with it."
He gives a smart nod and then pushes himself off of wall. "Vaniime was just talking about venturing off the grounds, wasn't she? I'll see if she wants to come along. A few more eyes could help out, and strengthen any alibi we might need. Also, I'm pretty sure she owes me for... something."
He shifts to leave, flipping the bright orange hood over his hair and stops short. He turns his head toward William and points a finger enthusiastically at him. "You won't regret this, Will. I promise."
He laughs and takes off down the hall, back towards the girls.
When he arrives he looks over the progress the three of them have made. He trumpets a bit, attempting to disguise it as a nonchalant clearing of his throat.
"Ladies," he starts, "do you think I could speak to you two about a certain proposition?"
Wilma Tuesday October 18th, 2011 9:44:33 PM
Wilma mournfully eyed the freshly scrubbed wall of the hallway, her shoulders slumping a bit. She closed her eyes and prayed silently to the deity to whom she was dedicated:
O Gargul, ever watchful, please forgive me that I could not keep your visage on display. Next time I'll have to remember to ask permission from the Headmaster if I may create some artwork in your honor. Meanwhile, I'll do my best to make others aware that you are not to be feared but embraced when you call them to the Shadowlands for their fair and impartial final judgment. So mote it be.
"So..." the redhead said to the elf beside her, lifting her head and opening her eyes, "...what do you say..? The grotto or what...?"
Vaniime Tuesday October 18th, 2011 10:12:08 PM
"Well, I guess its as close as I am going to get for now. Sure let's go."
::turning and looking around to see that Poppy is gone and no one can hear, she grins and then whispers::
"Besides I want to go before they find my other piece of artwork......"
Nymirin Wednesday October 19th, 2011 12:08:04 PM
((Wilma, Vaniime: Nymirin is right behind you and just attempted to address you))
Emrys d20+8=28 ; Wednesday October 19th, 2011 9:40:13 PM
Emyrs steps out from behind a column and greets his friends with a sly smile. "Well, well, well ... were my friends planning on going on an unauthorized strawberry hunt without me?"
He gives a quick look around and a listen and says, "I was planning on following you guys into the woods to practice my animal sounds ... mainly the ferocious ones!. However, I got tired of waiting! What are we waiting for?
(Perception check: 28, natural 20 to notice anyone listening in or a scrying sensor.)
Nymirin Thursday October 20th, 2011 2:22:18 AM
Nymirin grins a devious grin. "I prefer the term..." he curls his hand in front of his chest, searching for the word, "impromptu. It's got a nice sound to it, doesn't it?"
He motions towards Wilma and Vaniime. "I was going to see if these two wanted to come, but I suppose you're welcome to join us." He offers a sarcastic smile, and turns towards the girls.
Wilma Thursday October 20th, 2011 3:36:08 AM
(OOC to Nymirin: my apologies! I didn't see your post when I was writing mine up...my browser is rather wacky that way sometimes.)
Wilma looked from elf to drow and back again.
"What artwork?" she asked, a sly smile forming on her face. "And what proposal..?" The redhead's eyebrows rose. Today was turning out to be a very interesting day...
Vaniime Thursday October 20th, 2011 7:02:36 AM
Vanime grins back at her best friend,
"Oh I felt that the sun should shine just a little bit, in one of the particularly dark halls. It was actually quite challenging. I had to get a little help from that little darling halfling Trillium (Dahlia' s Daughter from the MH tap game). My rock climbing skills aren't as good as my tree climbing ones are."
"Wild Strawberries!" I love those almost as much as wild grapes... sure I'm in.
F'aast[Jerry] d20+6=22 ; Friday October 21st, 2011 12:57:57 PM
A tall lean figure looks down upon the wall from the roof. Light brown of skin, he wears the signet of his tribe, a gold medallion of an adder. The monk cranes his neck making it look like he truly extended it and looks down with judgment in his demeanor.
"Whad'ya do this time?"
Not waiting for an answer, he slides down the wall and turns to peer at the wall with is hands on his hips. [Climb of 22.]
"Bah, grow up people."
He turns and walks after Emrys, but he can't quite hide the smile crinkling at the edges of his mouth. School IS serious business, though he knows that civilized folks find the strangest times to show honor--and school, for them, is usually not one of those times.
Nymirin Friday October 21st, 2011 6:09:28 PM
"F'aast." Nymirin says flatly, seemingly unimpressed by this athletics. "I was wondering if you were lurking around here."
He turns back to Wilma and Vaniime, and then addresses the group as a whole. "It's a simple thing really. I heard tell of a whole field of wild strawberries fairly near the academy, maybe an hour or so out." He looks at Vaniime. "You'd been talking on trying to find some real adventure, right? This seems like a pretty good opportunity." He grins again, and returns his gaze to the group at large.
"I'm not expecting any trouble, but this isn't exactly something we should be doing. I figure if we aim to stir up some mischief it should at least be beyond the range of the common divinations, don't you agree? William should be along shortly. He wants to wait until after his training in the morning... but I think a clever word could convince him to go sooner."
Vaniime Friday October 21st, 2011 7:30:00 PM
So what should we take with us when we go do you think? I mean other than baskets of course.
Wilma Friday October 21st, 2011 11:59:11 PM
"How about an appetite...?" Wilma said, grinning.
Emrys d20+14=30 ; Saturday October 22nd, 2011 1:56:55 AM
Emyrs turns back to F'aast with his trademark smile and piercing stare. "You are correct, my young wall-crawler. We should take our time here seriously. And I do." With a simple jerk, his darkwood lute gracefully swings around on its shoulder strap and into his hands.
"You may look at me and see a mere "performer," and yes, that may be an aspect of what it means to be a bard. With this instrument, I can lift ones spirits to the heavens or descend to the deepest recesses of despair. I, however, am an academic. My ultimate goal is to advance culture and increase our understanding of the world."
Emyrs continues, "Within my area of study, I aim to evoke a resonance that captures the "sonoarcana" that's woven in all sound, within every semantic description of music and oration. Such as the concept of complexity, similarity, echo (as related to memory), genre, mood or alignment."
With a strum of his lute, Emyrs proceeds with his lecture. "On a personal side, music to me means life! Every emotion I have experienced, every moment I have lived, I can associate distinctly with a song or a tale that was born within my head. Music, and the spoken word, makes me nostalgic, it brings ecstasy, it brings energy, and it brings me to tears. Now going on to say, "Music is in my blood" would be preposterous. I wouldn't want someone out there waiting to stab me in the back in order to listen to my music, but I wouldn't blame them for trying. That is my power and responsibility. Something I take very seriously."
With that being said, Emyrs concludes his lesson with a short performance he hopes would cause the half-orc to understand the gravitas of his words.
(Perform (strings): 30. According to the book, that counts as an extraordinary performance!!)
William Willsden Saturday October 22nd, 2011 3:15:13 AM
Emrys' lecture is grandiose indeed.
Then William returns from the kitchen, still chewing some pepperweed and looking nervously around him.
" 'Ello."
He was always succinct.
Vaniime d20=18 ; Saturday October 22nd, 2011 7:44:19 AM
While she doesn't actually start at F'aast's sudden "drop in," something about the half orc monk gives her a touch of the "willies."
"Hi F'aast. Nice of you to drop in. We were just taliking about heading out to collect some wild strawberries :: she continues as she sees the arrival of William, giving him a nod in greeting:: for William's research and then Nym and Wilma here were wondering if perhaps they might have some medicinal or other uses. And my advisor is always going on how I should investigate and learn more about the smaller flora and not just focus on trees, so while appearing to be frivolous this trip is all about taking our schooling seriously, though they would taste pretty good as well.
Diplomacy roll - 18
:: By the end of her speech she has nearly convinced herself that this was the group's resoning the entire time.::
As Emrys finishes his short performance Van's eyes light up with delight and gives the bard a silent applause, thinking to herself. He really is quite good. He sounds alot like how dad said Flueterflam used to sound. I wonder if dad would have Emrys play for the Emeralds?"
Fizzle Saturday October 22nd, 2011 9:15:49 AM
Suddenly, from one of the doorways, a small, slender, furry animal runs through the legs of the tall Half orc. Following close behind a short figure clothed in purple runs full speed into the back of F'aast's legs.
"Oof!" followed by a short string of Gnomish. He looks up, a bit surprised to see the gathering of individuals, and meekly mutters "Hello?"
F'aast Saturday October 22nd, 2011 11:46:24 AM
Turning to the bard, F'aast quotes Emrys' own research paper back to him. "A bard who runs on at the mouth loses his audience to the beer."
F'aast turns to Fizzle. "Oh, hey. Got any beer? Doubt it. Everyone here seems to like fruit better."
Emrys d20+5=24 ; Saturday October 22nd, 2011 12:33:00 PM
Fully expecting a round of applause from his awe-inspiring presentation (Peform check of 30!), Emyrs' eyes blink with an expression of disbelief when he hears nothing. He thinks to himself ... "The gods, themselves, would have stopped to take notice of such a performance! Are my friends so emotionally dead that they can be so unreceptive to such an amazing rendition of Solamay's Revival Concerto .... in E flat for goodness sakes!!!. Am I casting pearls before swine?! AUUUGGGHHH!!!"
(Bluff check 24)
The half-orc more than likely oblivious to the inferno blazing behind Emyrs' eyes, he nonchalantly retorts to the monk's comment, "You are probably right ... wwhat was I thinking." Amazingly, Emyrs is able to say this with a straight face without the sarcastic tone. As for now, it takes all his effort to keep his bottom lip from quivering from the white, hot rage burning inside him.
Wilma Saturday October 22nd, 2011 4:01:42 PM
Highlight to display spoiler: {(OOC to Emrys: you should give other players a full 24 hours after you post to respond to whatever you posted--according to my timer here, you posted the Extraordinary Performance (congrats on that, BTW!) only a bit more than 14 hours ago.)}
Wilma could only blink and gape for a full minute after the half-elf bard's virtuoso performance. Then she suddenly showed her appreciation for the well-rendered music by clapping very loudly and hooting in approval--a more or less Orcish way of applauding.
"That was SO good, Emrys, I was positively stunned!" enthused the acolyte of Gargul. Then she remembered the question from F'aast, addressing the monk: "Dude...I think school rules wouldn't allow us to drink beer...don't they...?"
And Fizzle runs off chasing after the furry object apparently named Mr. Bojangles.
Wilma Sunday October 23rd, 2011 10:14:44 PM
The human teenager watched as the streaks known as Fizzle and Mr. Bojangles zipped around, about and then past her, then she tilted her head towards Vaniime and the others.
"About how long until somebody learns a Slow spell...?"
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