D&D 5E 5e Halcyon Academy

[MetaVoid]

The two figures stirred and came awake again a minute later, with Raven sputtering curses about magic. Quentin pulled water from a barrel to shower them with. Asherah gave a huff. “Why don’t they get a room?” she growled slightly.

OOC: I'm surprised. Pleasantly. Tension in the air and all that.

Raven lifted an eyebrow to Quentin. "You broke a sweat already? Lightweight."
Still, she moved closer to let the water fall on her.

"Heh, we can wrestle again if you want. This is just a refresher. Besides, we got interrupted rudely, but not unpleasantly."
The water offers itself gently and flows over their foreheads and necks, cooling, cleaning, but not leaving too many drops. The water collects above them once more and starts raining in fine drops until the barrel content is spent.

"We can celebrate after practice by swimming in the sea - to clean up and refresh. And than we go to the dinner. Not the tavern. Real dinner for two. You can tell me how awful I am and I'll tell you how bothersome you are. Call me pigheaded or stubborn like donkey. Tell me I swim like a fish. I'll tell you you kick like a mule..." he grins again "... and that no raven ever had wings as shiny as your hair. After we ran out of inspiration, we will go from animals to other things."

Looking over her shoulders at the approaching Battlemaster he quickly adds
"Think it over, you'll have enough time since I'll be refilling the barrel." he nods at the War College teacher.

As Asherah leaves the School of Combat, she hears a guitar playing softly. Should she turn to see where it's coming from, she sees Korlin sitting next to a tree, engrossed in his instrument. The song he is playing is simple, but he plays it well, despite a slip up or two. Each time he makes a mistake, he starts over, slower, until he masters that part, then plays full speed again. He doesn't seem to notice anyone else around him.

OOC: Here's your chance! Or you can wait until Quentin is on the ship again and check how reformed he is

 

[tglassy]

Raven rolls her eyes. "Maybe some other time, Guppy. I find I'm not in the mood to play anymore. I need to go hit something."

She leaves Quentin standing there and goes off to do who knows what.






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[Azurewraith]

OOC: Ok [MENTION=6855204]tglassy[/MENTION] your the GM here, I feel its your duty to provide the barf bags[emoji12]

 

[KahlessNestor]

The Academy/Near Combat School
Winter/Afternoon
Round 0

Asherah’s claws scratched at the fence post again as Raven joined Quentin under the fall of water. She watched the way the water trickled down Quentin’s muscles, how Raven’s damp clothes clung to her more voluptuous form, and the tabaxi’s tail twitched in agitation as she forced herself to look away, back to Mezzra.

“Do the males have no say?” she asked the drow with a bit of surprise. “Among my people, the matriarchs arrange the first marriage. You may choose your second mate later. And if a female wants another’s male, she must negotiate with his female for his use.”

Asherah turned away from the flirting pair and wandered away. She knew she wouldn’t have much time before the battlemaster sent someone after her. Her ears flicked as she heard music and she spotted Korlin beneath a tree playing a lute.

“That is quite good, Korlin,” Asherah said with a shy smile. “What song is it?” She adjusted her weapons and armor as she sat next to him beneath the tree, curling her tail around her. “How are your studies going?”

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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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Combat 19
Arcane 6 (18) (Favored Soul)
Divine 14
Skill 11
Nature 7 (fail)
Immortal 2 (fail)
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[MetaVoid]

Quentin grows serious at the dismissal
"What's with the names, Raven? It would be cute, few times, if you were some pampered spoiled brat. But you're not. The invitation stands. If you want a man, an equal, not a puppy to terrorize."

"I'm here every day if you need an ear to listen or a body to use."*


* intentional double meaning


Quentin remains under the water shower until it ends leaving Raven to go her way. He did his best, but sometimes it is not enough. He briefly considers tripping or grabbing her as she leaves, but game time is over and it would be even worse in front of the teacher.

He notices others looking at the fence and starts toward them waving, but Asherah turns away at that exact moment and Battlemaster stops him from going away. As expected, he needs to fill the barrel. Sighing, he gets dressed and starts trudging between the well and the barrel.

Later that evening at the tavern as the group comes together after their various classes and projects.
"Very nice of you to interrupt that fight. I appreciate the thought. Just for the record, it wasn't really a fight, we do it occasionally. I fought Asherah, Korlin and Mezzra, even Zivar at times. True, this was essentially on her turf, without weapons. But there was no malicious intent so please, please, in the future don't get involved in arena fights. Training ones, I mean. I'm buying first round, to thank you for the concern and to celebrate having such good friends around."

He orders drinks for everyone
"Just out of curiousity, Zivar, was that you? It was wizards spell. Grody?"

 

[tglassy]

OOC: *Passes around barf bags.* Sorry, forgot to do that earlier.

Mezzra smiles at Asherah, "Males aren't afforded many rights in drow society. The highest ranking male is still under the lowest ranking female. Possibly because the females are typically bigger and stronger, which i hear is an anomaly amongst the races."

When Asherah approaches Korlin, he looks up, slightly embarrassed. "It's just a simple tune we're supposed to practice with. Studies are...hard. Harder than they should be. I wasn't accepted to the School of Combat, so learning how to use my sword has been...difficult. I fear may be stretching myself a little thin. A day at Skill, a day at Divine, a day at Arcane. Then a few days practicing. I feel like I'm being pulled in a thousand directions, but I can't decide on which one I want more. I guess that's just me."

He stood up, putting his guitar behind his back on a strap. "Do you want to come with me to the bar? I could use some refreshment."

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim looks at Quentin a little crest fallen"Thought she would kill you, I protect my friends"Mim cocks his head to the side in thought before continuing"Even if it's from themselves"

 

[Greenmtn]

"Wait, what? Who were you training with?"

Zivar looks shocked at Quentins answer that he was fighting Raven.

"Oh, no I honestly didn't even know about it. I spent all afternoon trying to make sure I had everything I needed for a ritual I learned to summon a familiar. On that note I now appear to have a pet cat for the time being. I may have to talk to the professors and find out how to change it's shape. I like him and all but when Mim walked by I had all I could do to stop him from going after Barnabus." Zivar displays the array of scratches on his forearms.

"Oh that reminds me though. As much as I don't like the black and blues, I have a couple spells I have been working on that I would like to try. Tomorrow afternoon could someone drag me out to fight? At least long enough for me to try some things. I promise, I won't freeze anything this time." He says remembering how unhappy one sparring partner was with how long his pants took to thaw after a session that he was practicing Ray of Frost.

 

[Azurewraith]

Mim eyes Zivar sideways at the mention of cat."I like to try something to. Tomorrow"

 

[Greenmtn]

Zivar Gnome Wizard

Zivar looks at Mim as if he's unsure of his intentions. I guess even if this is one of his pranks they have never been malicious... what the heck.

"We could work together, maybe meet up after lunch?"