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NOW LIVE! Into the Woods--new character species, eerie monsters, and haunting villains to populate the woodlands of your D&D games.
Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery
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Linda walked into her room to find Piper Leafsinger sitting crosslegged on her side of the room in the midst of sheafs of paper. Linda's petite roomate was swathed in a bear-fur rug and nothing else. The elvin woman's eyes, a brilliant silver with star-shaped pupils, were duller than normal, signalling that she was in trance. "Hello, Sister," she said quietly, in that detached way elves tended to speak in the nighttime hours. The two were not related by blood, but the Order they both belonged to made them close. She blinked twice and was fully awake, shaking the thick coils of light-brown braids that went down her back.
"Two of your birds went for a night fly, and I allowed them if they promised to return before dawn. I hope that is alright with you? They were chattering so loud I it was impossible for me to finish my piece." She indicated the sheafs scattered around her, and a frown appeared on her oval face. "The conductor will not be pleased."
Larina arrived at her own room to find Asne reading a book in bed. The slender blonde girl sat up and smiled with relief at her returning roomate, dimples coming easily to either side of her pink rosebud lips. Sky blue eyes regarded the would-be thief with fondness over a smattering of freckles that continued down her neck and at least to her shoulders, which were covered by a modest white nightgown. "Thank Orma you're alright," she said, putting the book down and standing to greet her roomate with a hug. Larina accepted that Asne was a fairly emotional person, but she still wasn't sure if all this hugging was necessary. "You really shouldn't be walking around at night like this, at least until they've caught the murderer. It isn't safe."
Instead of entering Elias knocked at his door when he noticed that the numerals nailed to it were turned sideways. After a few moments of rustling, and the sound of a window opening, the door opened to reveal the handsome, grinning face of Ain Weatherhawk. "Ho, Kaerlennon!" he greeted his roommate brightly, stepping aside to let him in. A son of one of Camos' more affluent Dukes, Elias got along with him fabulously because of their similar temperments - both rakish and fickle. "Who do you feel for the tracks this week?" he enquired, straightening his wrinkled tunic. Moving to the mirror, he ran a hand through his tousled stark black hair and stared at his warm grey eyes intently. "I'm choosing Windwalker, this time. He's been steadily improving, don't you think?"
When James entered his room, he found that Rowan Wayward had already unpacked his belongings. Everything on the physically imposing young man's side of the room was impeccably arranged to precision. He didn't like anything being out of place if he could help it. Wayward himself stood barefoot on his green rug, holding a wooden practice sword in some fighting stance. As James shut the door behind him, the emerald green eyes flicked to him for but a moment before returning to staring straight ahead. James knew that Wayward would stand in that very position for another hour as if it was a second before executing a series of blinding attacks. He called it 'focusing his inner strength'. James had thought it a little silly at first, but now he was quite used to his intense roommate.
Phowett navigated himself easily through his room from long practice. He could make out the soft snores of his roommate Theowright Findlay, already asleep for the night. Phowett decided he'd take advantage of the unusual quiet of the night and get a full night's sleep.
Forge and Froud both climbed into bed on separate sides of the room. Forge's half of the room contained a desk and bookcases full of tomes of magic, while Froud's was filled with bins of tools, mechanical parts, schematics and half-completed projects. Froud soon falls asleep, free of the sounds of his roommate's snoring, and Forge starts to slumber thinking of classes and the mystery of the murders.
"Two of your birds went for a night fly, and I allowed them if they promised to return before dawn. I hope that is alright with you? They were chattering so loud I it was impossible for me to finish my piece." She indicated the sheafs scattered around her, and a frown appeared on her oval face. "The conductor will not be pleased."
Larina arrived at her own room to find Asne reading a book in bed. The slender blonde girl sat up and smiled with relief at her returning roomate, dimples coming easily to either side of her pink rosebud lips. Sky blue eyes regarded the would-be thief with fondness over a smattering of freckles that continued down her neck and at least to her shoulders, which were covered by a modest white nightgown. "Thank Orma you're alright," she said, putting the book down and standing to greet her roomate with a hug. Larina accepted that Asne was a fairly emotional person, but she still wasn't sure if all this hugging was necessary. "You really shouldn't be walking around at night like this, at least until they've caught the murderer. It isn't safe."
Instead of entering Elias knocked at his door when he noticed that the numerals nailed to it were turned sideways. After a few moments of rustling, and the sound of a window opening, the door opened to reveal the handsome, grinning face of Ain Weatherhawk. "Ho, Kaerlennon!" he greeted his roommate brightly, stepping aside to let him in. A son of one of Camos' more affluent Dukes, Elias got along with him fabulously because of their similar temperments - both rakish and fickle. "Who do you feel for the tracks this week?" he enquired, straightening his wrinkled tunic. Moving to the mirror, he ran a hand through his tousled stark black hair and stared at his warm grey eyes intently. "I'm choosing Windwalker, this time. He's been steadily improving, don't you think?"
When James entered his room, he found that Rowan Wayward had already unpacked his belongings. Everything on the physically imposing young man's side of the room was impeccably arranged to precision. He didn't like anything being out of place if he could help it. Wayward himself stood barefoot on his green rug, holding a wooden practice sword in some fighting stance. As James shut the door behind him, the emerald green eyes flicked to him for but a moment before returning to staring straight ahead. James knew that Wayward would stand in that very position for another hour as if it was a second before executing a series of blinding attacks. He called it 'focusing his inner strength'. James had thought it a little silly at first, but now he was quite used to his intense roommate.
Phowett navigated himself easily through his room from long practice. He could make out the soft snores of his roommate Theowright Findlay, already asleep for the night. Phowett decided he'd take advantage of the unusual quiet of the night and get a full night's sleep.
Forge and Froud both climbed into bed on separate sides of the room. Forge's half of the room contained a desk and bookcases full of tomes of magic, while Froud's was filled with bins of tools, mechanical parts, schematics and half-completed projects. Froud soon falls asleep, free of the sounds of his roommate's snoring, and Forge starts to slumber thinking of classes and the mystery of the murders.
Sixchan
First Post
Larina shrugs, and wriggles out of the hug. "Pfeh. You should know I can handle myself. The night has been the territory of me and my ancestors for generations, and I'm not about to stop having a good time just because people are dying. People are dying all the time. Buuut...." She jumps onto the nearest soft thing (couch/bed/cushiony chair), coming to rest so she is facing Asme upside down, or at least hanging her head off the couch/bed so she is Upside-down to Asme. "Speaking of murders, and catching people, I met this guy tonight. His name is Renard, and he was very charming. I accused him of corruption, and I must say he was pretty nice about it! He passed all the tests, and I think he even recognised them for what they were. Hob says he comes in often, too! He's not too bad for a Guardsman..." Larina sighs happily, and rolls over to face Asme the right way up, resting her head on her hands, and adopting the most upper-class accent she can. "Oh, Dahling Asme, I think he is quite something to be proud of!" And Larina chuckles.
~ Larina
Asne giggles merrily, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Renard, what a handsome name! Do you think he's interested in you? Well, of course you do, or you wouldn't have brought it up otherwise!" She scampers over to sit on Larina's bed, next to her roommate. "A guardsman, you say? What of his family? Does he have a good pedigree? When do you think you'll see him next?" The blonde clasped her hands before her hopefuly, an expression of anticipation shaping her delicate features. Asne loved a good romantic tale, though she constantly denied it. It was not good for a young woman of her stature to be frivolous.
~ Linda
Piper gives Linda a wan smile. "Why ask a question you know the answer to, Sister?" The elvin lass yawned and stretched langourously, somewhat like a cat, and then looked up at her friend again. "I have been occupied with other pursuits. Are you aware that Tamriel of Silverwood is producing a new play? I had been attempting to compose a new piece for it. Much more lasting than this business with the University Orchestra." Apparently Piper had forgotten that the 'business with the orchestra' counted as part of her Performing Arts degree. Silver eyes twinkled with thoughts of fame. While Tamriel's first and only play, Wizard and Stone had won critical acclaim in the elven lands, who knew if the young playwright could pull it off twice?
Asne giggles merrily, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Renard, what a handsome name! Do you think he's interested in you? Well, of course you do, or you wouldn't have brought it up otherwise!" She scampers over to sit on Larina's bed, next to her roommate. "A guardsman, you say? What of his family? Does he have a good pedigree? When do you think you'll see him next?" The blonde clasped her hands before her hopefuly, an expression of anticipation shaping her delicate features. Asne loved a good romantic tale, though she constantly denied it. It was not good for a young woman of her stature to be frivolous.
~ Linda
Piper gives Linda a wan smile. "Why ask a question you know the answer to, Sister?" The elvin lass yawned and stretched langourously, somewhat like a cat, and then looked up at her friend again. "I have been occupied with other pursuits. Are you aware that Tamriel of Silverwood is producing a new play? I had been attempting to compose a new piece for it. Much more lasting than this business with the University Orchestra." Apparently Piper had forgotten that the 'business with the orchestra' counted as part of her Performing Arts degree. Silver eyes twinkled with thoughts of fame. While Tamriel's first and only play, Wizard and Stone had won critical acclaim in the elven lands, who knew if the young playwright could pull it off twice?
Sixchan
First Post
"Well, I think he was interested. He was polite. As for family, well...well. Family isn't important, the lowest commoner can be kinder and more noble than the richest lord. I mean, look at my family. They're organised criminals. But we're 'better' than an honest worker. Family means nothing.
Ahh...but enough about politics...there are more important things to consider for now...perhaps I'll see him tomorrow. And anyway..." She sits up, cross-legged, and looks at Asne. "How was your day?"
Ahh...but enough about politics...there are more important things to consider for now...perhaps I'll see him tomorrow. And anyway..." She sits up, cross-legged, and looks at Asne. "How was your day?"
~ Larina
Asne remained silent as Larina ranted about her family. They had discussed (argued was more like it) the Vilardy family and its "asscociates" more times than not. Not for the first time, Larina wondered what cruel, sadistic administrator had placed Arind Vilardy's daughter with one of High Priest Gilchrist's children. On the other hand, Asne had never been as overbearing or arrogant as the scant few other divinely gifted students the thief knew. And she was pleasant to be around, and genuine. Two qualities that were sometimes hard to find among members of the Thieves Guild.
"No rest for the weary," Asne answered her. "I've had to complete three different papers for my Ethics class, cram for the Foreign relations exam tomorrow, and I must prepare my lecture for the initiates. And sometime before the end of the week I have to take a fitting for my robes. The first Ordeal takes place next week." The girl sighed, then smiled mischievously. "But let's not change the subject. We were discussing your possible suitor."
The two girls chatter away into the night, eventually falling asleep in the small hours of darkness.
Asne remained silent as Larina ranted about her family. They had discussed (argued was more like it) the Vilardy family and its "asscociates" more times than not. Not for the first time, Larina wondered what cruel, sadistic administrator had placed Arind Vilardy's daughter with one of High Priest Gilchrist's children. On the other hand, Asne had never been as overbearing or arrogant as the scant few other divinely gifted students the thief knew. And she was pleasant to be around, and genuine. Two qualities that were sometimes hard to find among members of the Thieves Guild.
"No rest for the weary," Asne answered her. "I've had to complete three different papers for my Ethics class, cram for the Foreign relations exam tomorrow, and I must prepare my lecture for the initiates. And sometime before the end of the week I have to take a fitting for my robes. The first Ordeal takes place next week." The girl sighed, then smiled mischievously. "But let's not change the subject. We were discussing your possible suitor."
The two girls chatter away into the night, eventually falling asleep in the small hours of darkness.
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Jemal
Adventurer
James decided to sit on his bed after making sure everything was unpacked on his side, and watch his roommate. He'ld found that it actually helped his own balance and patience to observe Rowand's practise.. He'ld even been thinking of trying the same thing.. who knew, maybe it would help him out. So he sits watching until Rowand moves, then tries to anticipate each maneuver as it comes. (he is a strategist with good tactical knowledge, afterall.. it's good practise.)
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