D&D 5E 5e Halcyon Academy

[Greenmtn]

Zivar spends his time pouring over books, studying the arcane arts, trying to learn to work through their intricacies. When not studying magic he goes to the library and reads, he even finds a tutor willing to teach him Draconic in exchange for lessons in the Gnomish language.

He will occasionally, no more than once or twice a week, take on a piece of jewelry to be made. His conditions are always the same. The buyer pays for the materials, and Zivar makes the piece for a large discount, willing to barter for extra help in any area he is having a hard time with at that moment, as long as he can put his mark on it. If the buyer doesn't want his makers mark on it the price increases to market value.

In what little free time he allows himself he tries to maintain friendships with those that he traveled here with, even going so far as visiting them at their schools. Even going so far as to be a, all be it pitiful, sparring partner for his friends. Never quite getting a feel for it and using his shield spell often to save his head from a training weapon that we was sure was going to take it clean off his shoulders. He did pick up the basics of a few things there but always left feeling the same uneasiness in his stomach. Though he did squeal with joy the one time he actually hit the bullseye with a thrown dagger.

The few times he went to the school of Skill it seemed his timing was poor. Every time he came back something was missing. At first he would think he miss placed things, Then he would catch a glimpse of Mim, and some time later find it in some place he couldn't reach without climbing on something or going some place that made him terribly uncomfortable.

 

[MetaVoid]

Quentin enjoyed harsh training - not that different from life on the ship. Demands on his body are different, but still, simple, hard life. And he enjoys it fully, tavern hopping rarely, when he has time enough or when he feels he deserves a reward for special accomplishment. But he does it, he does it with gusto, getting his friends into it whenever possible. Flirting with Asherah, Raven, tavern wenches et al. But only Raven gets his full attention whenever present. Too much life is also dangerous with such like her around. Thus, he kept his womanizing to a minimum. Surprisingly, it helped focus him on the school.

OOC: I'll level up Quentin over the weekend if I don't get enough free time over the week.

 

[tglassy]

Morgana regarded the rat for a moment, then grinned. "You'll due."

The next months went by in a whir. The Academy wound up being just as wondrous as promised, always with new surprises around the corner. The group quickly found their way around, seeing each other in between classes and study times.

Jordy and Grody wound upseeing each other quite a bit, as they were both focused on awakening their own inner power. They often sparred with each other, learning the neuances of their power.

More than once, Jordy's power flared, exploding in a flash of power. He found that holding his wand helped to focus the power. When he would have a Surge of Wild Magic, he could funnel it into his wand, forcing it away from him. This didn't always work, but it kept him from roasting himself on more than one occasion.

Grody was changing as well, as he noticed blue scales creeping up his back and on the back of his hands. It seems he now knows his Draconic Heritage.

OOC: Jordy gains a level in Wild Magic Sorcerer. Wild Surges will be fairly often, whenever I think they should be, and when they happen, Jordy can roll a DC 12 Charisma Check. On a success, he shunts the power into his wand, and can direct it to originate at a point he can see within 60 feet. As he grows in power, his wand's ability to control his Wild Surges will grow as well.

OOC: Grody gains a level in Draconic Sorcerer. His Draconic Ancestry is Blue. He finds that he can put a small charge through his sling, allowing him to do an extra 1d4 electric damage when launching projectiles through it.

Zivar finds he is rather adapt at magic. His studies prove fruitful, and before he knows it, he is able to perform a number of spells. As a gift, he is given a leather bound spellbook as his first spellbook. He is more than welcome to get extras, or to find one of his own, but this will do for the moment.

He also finds that his staff's power grows. It seems to be an object of defense, for as Zivar holds it, he notices that when he does get hit, the hit doesn't seem to hurt as much. It's almost as if a light force field surrounds his skin as he holds the staff.

OOC: Zivar has gained a level in Wizard. Zivar's glass staff grants +1 AC when he is holding it.

Dariana spends much time with the old elf, Farinhas. Her and her bow grow together, her aim improving with each day. Compliments from Farinhas are few and far between, but yesterday, he actually nodded at her when she managed to hit a bird flying across the field.

Her bow's magic grows. Besides being a Weapon of Warning, she finds that when she draws an arrow, she can focus the bow's magic on the arrow, causing the arrow to glow with light. The light seems to be harmless, but the light stays on the arrow after shooting it. She finds it is perfect for finding hidden enemies and revealing their location, or lighting up an area far away.

OOC: Dariana gains a level in Fighter, with the Archery Fighting Style. Her bow gains the abiity to cast the cantrip Light on its arrows, which stays on the arrow for one minute after being fired. Only two arrows can have Light on them at the same time. If a new arrow is fired with Light cast on it, the first arrow's light fades.

Asherah progresses fast in her divine studies. The magic seems to sing to her. At times they seem almost intuitive. As if she could, if she so desired, forgo the evening prayers and simply cast the spells at will.

But as of now, she is focused on learning the way the Clerics of her home country do.

The combat portion that Tigrr, the Wonderful, demanded of her was another matter. It did not come as naturally. But, thanks to her initial instruction, she was able to keep up. And as her body grew accustomed to the abuses she put it through, she found that while going through her routines, she could reach a level of meditation she could not when she was sitting at an alter. She began to feel the connection with her god stronger at these times, as if he were well pleased with her progress.

Still, her meditations were usually interrupted by a cramp. Or a twisted ankle. Or mere fatigue. At these times, she could almost feel Tigrr laugh. Though, he always pushed her forward.

OOC: Asherah has become a Cleric of Tigrr, which is a wonderful thing. She takes a level of War Cleric. At this point, I will take control of Tigrr, whom she can almost always feel due to her strange connection with him. Note: Because she is a Favored Soul, she can take levels in that at any time. Spells granted by that class are innate, and need no prayers to renew. Continuing with Cleric is perfectly fine as well. This is the last I'll mention of it.

OOC: I'm waiting on a PM from [MENTION=87106]MetaVoid[/MENTION] for Quentin.

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim busies himself with the tasks he is set by Morgana, giving him a valid excuse to pull pranks, on the days he feels more bold he attempts to sneak into the school of skill to learn a thing or two. Fortunately for Mim he didn't get a room in the first instance so he found one way at the top of the tower with a large window he could fling himself out of to get down.

 

[KahlessNestor]

The Academy/School of Combat
Winter/Late Afternoon
Round 0

Asherah pushed her way into Jacque’s after a hard day on the practice fields. She reached up and unbound her hair, shaking her head to let the brown, black, and white locks cascade down. She had filled out quite a bit over the last few months. She was still lean, but her muscles had tightened up and grown stronger.

“Ale, and whatever is for dinner,” Asherah called to the proprietor. “Meat, preferably.”

Asherah dropped her priest’s pack to the floor next to her booth and leaned her spear against the wall. She dropped her weapon belt with her flail and warhammer next to her pack and leaned her crossbow next to her shield. She sighed as she loosened her leather armor a bit and sank into the booth. Her people didn’t usually wear heavy armors, as they prefered ambush and stealth and often fought in the treetops in some areas of the Suzerainty. The only warriors that usually wore heavy armor were the Suzerain Guards in the palace.

The waitress brought an ale and Asherah drank it thirstily, ordering another, as this one wouldn’t last long. She stretched and cracked her neck, her body aching and bruised. She touched the holy symbol of Tigrr that hung from her neck and gained a modicum of relief, but she was proud of her aches and pains. She worked hard to be worthy of her god.

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Action:
Free object interaction:
Move:
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[sblock=Ministats]
HP: 9/9
AC: 13 (leather armor)/14 (dual wield)/15 (shield)
Unarmed: +4 3 B
Claws: +4 1d4+2 S
Flametongue Spear: +4 1d6/d8+2/P+1d6 fire 20/60
Coldtongue Flail: +4 1d8+2/B+1d6 cold

War Priest (2/2/LR)

Spells: +4; DC 12
Cantrips: Guidance, Mending, Sacred Flame
1st (3/3): (Divine Favor, Shield of Faith), Command, Cure Wounds, Healing Word
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[sblock=School results]
Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[tglassy]

The pact had been made. Mim would obey Morgana during his time at Halcyon, and once he leaves the Academy, he will owe her one favor per year, though he will get to choose what favors to accept.

The first task that Morgan gave to him, much to his surprise, did not initially sound like it had anything to do with pranks or magic at all. In fact, it actually sounded boring. What Morgana tasked him to do was to learn three languages: Sylvan, Draconic, and Elvish. When she found out that he only knew Common and Auran, she nearly threw a fit! She told him he must immediately learn these higher languages in order to adequately serve her. More than this, she task him with learning to create ciphers, so that he could communicate with her secretly, and she could do the same with him.

Learning the first language was fairly difficult, but after he began to study something inside snapped. Once that happened he found assimilating the language to be relatively straightforward. When he went to the other two languages he found it much easier to understand and learn them. Likely due to some gift from his patron, he learned these three languages in a matter of a few months, where it normally would it have taken years. Once that was done, Morgana began to show him the very beginning's of her magic.

From now on Morgana would only speak to him in Sylvan. Any notes he received were written in a cipher that he created, and only he could read, unless he were to teach it to someone else. Those decisions have been left solely to him, as if he believes that someone else should know how to read his secret Messages, then Morgana will not argue.

OOC: Mim has now taken a level in warlock, with an Archfey patron. He has also been granted the linguist feet, learning Sylvan, draconic, and Elvish. Learning new languages will also be easier for him, as any language that he learns that uses the same alphabet as a language he already knows will take half the time to learn.

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[Azurewraith]

OOC: I'm assuming these new llanguages are still subject to the standard Kenku speach quirks.

 

[tglassy]

OOC: Technically yes, but as you are learning them via study, you hear almost every rod spoken at some point, granting you a greater range of expression using these languages than in Common or Auran.

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[Azurewraith]

OOC: I was more wondering if everything is said in Morgana's voice. Ill try get an updated sheet tomorrow.

 

[Greenmtn]

Entering Jacques after a long day Zivar sees Asherah sitting at a table. Practically skipping with excitement he goes over and asks to sit with her.

Smiling he requests an ale and a glass of water. "My day was quite good today. You look tired, how was your day? Quinten isn't here yet? I have something that I want to show you and I would like him here. I hope more of us show up." His speech is quick, the excitement in his voice is almost annoying, like a child about to explode if he can't tell his "big secret" soon.

When it gets there he drinks the ale, setting the water aside.