Who Wants to be a Wayfinder? The New Class
SelcSilverhand
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Vhir nods and rises along with the others. "I shall go and plead with the spirits tonight for a prosperous journey. I will meet you when we go to speak with the dean."
ShaggySpellsword
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"Well g'night ya'll. Should we meet back at the Dean's office tomorrow jus' after breakfast?"
ShaggySpellsword
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"A safe and pros'prous journey! Here!"
Whisper raises her glass to the toast as well, then moves her mask up her face just a notch; enough to drink. Though the mug obscures most of what's thus revealed, the observant may catch a glimpse of smooth greyish chin, and thin, lipless mouth, before the mug is drained and the mask replaced.
"On the morrow then, classmates. Good night."
On her way back to her bedroom, Whisper visits the local bookstore and seeks to buy (if they aren't too expensive) a book on the giantish language, and a book about the sahuagin. Finally, again, budget permitting, she looks to see what's available on the subject of the mysterious dark elves (in the case of sahuagin and drow, she is looking for accurate, realistic portraits too...references she might use to assume their likenesses). Then, tomes in hand, she retires to her small, spartan little room to read until she must sleep.
The following morning she wastes no time, and is at Dean's office door directly on time.
"On the morrow then, classmates. Good night."
On her way back to her bedroom, Whisper visits the local bookstore and seeks to buy (if they aren't too expensive) a book on the giantish language, and a book about the sahuagin. Finally, again, budget permitting, she looks to see what's available on the subject of the mysterious dark elves (in the case of sahuagin and drow, she is looking for accurate, realistic portraits too...references she might use to assume their likenesses). Then, tomes in hand, she retires to her small, spartan little room to read until she must sleep.
The following morning she wastes no time, and is at Dean's office door directly on time.
The next morning, the Dean nodded as the students returned the Xen’Drik scroll. “Excellent! Professor d’Ghallanda is probably in now, in fact. Galifar’s luck on all of you. I am sure you will all do Wynarn University proud.” The Dean once more shooed the young students out of the room.
As they left, the rotund man stood to his feet and crossed the room to where a small empty birdcage sat. ”Contact our man in Stormreach, they’ll be heading that way soon. Let’s keep our eyes peeled, shall we?” the man whispered into the bird cage before opening the little door. There was a cooing noise and a white dove suddenly flew out of the empty cage, flitting into the sky and swiftly vanishing from sight.
* * * * * *
As the squad of students made their way to Professor d’Ghallanda’s office they became aware of a pair of voices coming from an open door up ahead. One was a male voice that was laughing heartily, the other a tiny feminine voice. As they rounded the corner, they came upon a halfling that Whisper recognized as Professor d’Ghallanda and she was talking to a large man who seemed thoroughly amused by whatever it is they had been conversing about.
“And, so I said, ‘I don’t care what you do but….’ Oh, excuse us! Erm, can I help you with anything?”
As they left, the rotund man stood to his feet and crossed the room to where a small empty birdcage sat. ”Contact our man in Stormreach, they’ll be heading that way soon. Let’s keep our eyes peeled, shall we?” the man whispered into the bird cage before opening the little door. There was a cooing noise and a white dove suddenly flew out of the empty cage, flitting into the sky and swiftly vanishing from sight.
* * * * * *
As the squad of students made their way to Professor d’Ghallanda’s office they became aware of a pair of voices coming from an open door up ahead. One was a male voice that was laughing heartily, the other a tiny feminine voice. As they rounded the corner, they came upon a halfling that Whisper recognized as Professor d’Ghallanda and she was talking to a large man who seemed thoroughly amused by whatever it is they had been conversing about.
“And, so I said, ‘I don’t care what you do but….’ Oh, excuse us! Erm, can I help you with anything?”
ShaggySpellsword
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Tel smiles broadly and extends his hand to the halfling.
"I think prolly you can. Help us that is. Th'dean sent us along fer professor d'Gahllanda. I reckon yer her. We's gonna be goin' with you to Xen'drik. My name is Tel, and I'm mighty pleased to meet ya."
"I think prolly you can. Help us that is. Th'dean sent us along fer professor d'Gahllanda. I reckon yer her. We's gonna be goin' with you to Xen'drik. My name is Tel, and I'm mighty pleased to meet ya."
”Oh! I was thinking Old Kolo wasn’t gonna find me any assistants. This is my colleague Dr. Farlahn. We were just catching up on old times. Would you all mind waiting in my office until I’m done here?” The halfling motioned towards a doorway nearby.
The inside of the office was like a museum of rare and exotic things. Samples of mounted insect and plant-life hung on the walls and little glass display cases holding other strange plants and a few gleaming dragonshards were set into recessed areas around the room. A number of comfortable chairs sized for both humans and halflings were set facing the large yet short desk. As Professor Kaylin came in she beamed at the group. ”Wonderful. So you plan on escorting me to the lost continent? Well met. I guess introductions are in order.”
“I am Professor d’Ghallanda, but you may call me Kaylin. I’ve been teaching at the University for 15 years and I am very interested in the healing arts. I know, I know, my family name is Ghallanda, not Jorasco, but my dragonmark,” d’Ghallanda said with a smile, showing the mark on the back of her wrist, ”doesn’t dictate what I find fascinating.”
The inside of the office was like a museum of rare and exotic things. Samples of mounted insect and plant-life hung on the walls and little glass display cases holding other strange plants and a few gleaming dragonshards were set into recessed areas around the room. A number of comfortable chairs sized for both humans and halflings were set facing the large yet short desk. As Professor Kaylin came in she beamed at the group. ”Wonderful. So you plan on escorting me to the lost continent? Well met. I guess introductions are in order.”
“I am Professor d’Ghallanda, but you may call me Kaylin. I’ve been teaching at the University for 15 years and I am very interested in the healing arts. I know, I know, my family name is Ghallanda, not Jorasco, but my dragonmark,” d’Ghallanda said with a smile, showing the mark on the back of her wrist, ”doesn’t dictate what I find fascinating.”
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