Well... this is certainly nothing like the entire east wing of father mansion... but if I look for an upside I should note there's MUCH less to trip over I guess.... Terrance would utter with a small smile and a chuckle... quickly he unpacked his many many things placing them neatly away in his room and once done he noted.. even though small... the room did have the 'I'm home' feeling to it... Once situated Terrance would take out his welcome packet and look over several of the maps trying to find the library.. once finding it he steps back on the glowing pad and his mind strikes a moment of clarity.... "University Library" Terrance utters softly hoping the same magics that took him home will take him where he wanted to go....
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While not exactly use to spartan quarters, Amaya's former mentor in the magical arts had insisted on some denial of creature comforts. Thus, the room wasn't all that disappointing. The young woman quickly unpacks her belongings, and prepares to see what else the school has in store.
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Zero smiles at the rather quaint conditions of the room, less to distract him from his task, true enough this place wouldn't be much of a shop, but then he was just starting his time here and this place was more than most could even dream of in Sharn.
Zero will take some time and begin unpacking his beloved crafting tools onto the desk, carefully laying them out in a particular order, although to anyone but him it would appear a haphazard mess.
OOC
What is the expectation around the school for carrying weapons? Just want to know if Zero should leave his gun here.
P.S. Is there any issue with me calling it an arquebus? I prefer that name...or hand-cannon
Cal laughs as he rises gently towards his room and shakes his head in amazement. The servants of Astraeus lift the students to sleeping chambers, he thinks.
Stepping onto the landing he briefly thinks of Terrance and hopes he doesn't take a tumble here. It looks to be a long way down...
He gives the room a brief look-over and is momentarily startled when the Dean speaks from his image. "Sparse?" he mutters. Cal shrugs: the room is only a little smaller than the shack he shared with his mother and sister though quite a bit smaller than the meadows he normally slept in while herding sheep. He shrugs out of his heavy pack and drops it to the floor in relief. Plenty of time to unpack later. He settles his quiver and unstrung bow over his shoulder and retrieves his lyre from his pack. Carrying the lyre under one arm he returns to the lift and stands on it expectantly. "Umm... Ground?"
The desk appears unmovable and unbreakable, despite anybody's best efforts to alter it. Further searching reveals nothing else about the rooms.
Terrance's attempt to reach the library results in a muted beep emanating from the disk, followed by a soft voice "Not accessible from this location."
Cal and Aussir both find their respective commands working, the disk returning them to the floor level where Arin waits, impatiently leaning on a wall and filing her nails. "So, you boyz hungry, or ya wanna do some explorin on yer own?"
ooc
You can call the gun whatever you like. If your character spends time reading the documents (Or asks Arin), he'll find that weapons are allowed to be carried, but wielding them in a threatening manner can be grounds for disciplinary action.
Terrance jots that information down and thinks a moment and smiles having an idea.... query.... please list all accessible commands for this disk please... save for other students names for there rooms." Terrance would utter ready to write them down for future reference....
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With all the new and splendid things to see and experience Cal hadn't even thought about food. Now, however, after Arin's mention of food he realizes he is very hungry and his stomach emphasizes the point with a loud rumble. He grins and looks at the little scaly creature nearby. "Starved! I hope there's a kitchen nearby."
Having unpacked her gear, Amaya moves to use the disk to return to the ground level as well.
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Zero is satisfied at his unpacking and still carrying his arquebus across his back, the human will return to others, just in time to hear them discussing food. It's only then that he realizes how hungry he was, his stomach growling at him angrily.
"How do you handle meal time in this location? I'd imagine there is quite the variety of tastes arising from the multitude of races here?" Zero asks their guide.
Coravin deposited his non-essentials and became situated with the room, before stepping back outside... stepping onto the disc, experimenting with command phrases until he got the one that sends him down to the others.
"Food would be much appreciated, it's been a fair stint since I last ate..."
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Jamien was itching to go see his destrier - the warhorse was well trained, but still quite strong willed and unfriendly to strangers. It seemed everyone else was going to eat however - and since the lad had not brought rations along, he nodded. "Yes a quick snack would do me some good."
He then turned towards the small reptilian creature, with a disgusted look on his face "Rat on a stick?"
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Cal laughs at the single-mindedness of the little kobold and in a bout of inspiration strums his lyre.
"Behold! I am ferocious,
Despicable, ruthless and fierce,
With talons designed to dismember
And fangs finely fashioned to pierce.
Fearful whispers will surely be thick,
With the deeds this dragon will do,
But I’ll be your friend forever,
If you give me Rat on a Stick!"
Amaya arrives in time to hear the words about Rat on a Stick. A look of disgust clouds her features for just a moment or two before she manages to conceal it. "I certainly hope the kitchen has better fare than that."
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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
As Terrance finally gets done interrogating his disk he moves down to the ground level where everyone has gathered... just in time to jot down Cals witty lyric and smiles softly as he loved so much to be able to capture everything interesting he heard on ink and parchment... he watched the little kobold dance and romp softly as he slowly began to sketch Assuir onto the peice of parchment the lyric was written on and titled it "Assuirs Song and Dance".. it was complete now.. lyric and sketch of a little assuir dancing to his hearts content... he then hands the parchment to Assuir...
"You and cans sing it and dance all you want to it my little friend" Terrance said as he smiled to the little kobold...
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Keizaan is the last to go up to his room, smiling slightly as the disks spin upward with their passengers. Finally he steps on and speaks his name, a bit dizzied by the ride but amused. He frowns though upon entering his room. "Not as comfortable as I'd have liked. Smaller than I'm used to......but, well, I'm sure father slept in worse places while he traveled. And a military camp can't be any better." he mutters.
Keizaan places most of his gear in the closet for now, removing his armor and weapons except for one throwing axe, but keeping his belt pouches, then heads back to the exit. "Uh.......down? Floor? Ground?"
Whenever he gets back to the ground level, Keizaan asks "Is there time for me to check on my horse?"