Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[loxmyth]

James watches Wayward's graceful movements for a while, and is even able to anticipate some of his roommate's maneuvers. He doesn't remember falling asleep, only waking with the sun shining on his face.

Piper shrugs at Linda's comments, and favours her with an ironic smile. But the girl says nothing, and soon Linda nods off to blissful slumber. Of course, she would be up in a few hours fully refreshed, and would then spend some time meditating on Nature.

Everyone has a rather peaceful night. The next morning is bright and sunny, and if it is still unseasonably warm, at least it is cooler than yesterday. Birdcalls sound in the sky and the sweet smell of ripe fruits hang in the air.

This last year at school is quite different from previous years, you all soon learn. Instead of a steady stream of classes all day, you find that you have fewer but more intense instruction, followed by large periods of time in which you are expected to study.

So it is that at an hour or two after midday that you all meet up again at the Badger, done with classes for the day.

OOC: Spellcasters: let me know if you plan on changing your preparation of spells. Everyone: let me know which of your belongings you'll be carrying with you.

 

[Sixchan]

OOC: Larina has her thieves' tools with her, plus her rapier. Her leather armour is currently back in her dorm, as wearing it is impractical for study. She does have a leather jacket on, though...

"Well, another hard day's study done. This person died on that battlefield, these died in this siege...blah blah blah blah blah...'Larina Vilardy! Pay attention!' Blah blah blah...ahh, no rest for the wicked." Larina stretches.
"So...instead of going to see the University's rugby team play, I will be saving the world. So what's first?"

 

[Chauzu]

OOC: Spellcasters: let me know if you plan on changing your preparation of spells. Everyone: let me know which of your belongings you'll be carrying with you.

Phowett will carry his quarterstaff, dagger, backpack, and waterskin.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge gets up and trugges down to the dorm showers. I really must have been tired. Gears and I usualy are both night owls.

[OOC: Forge has his normal spell load and is carrying his Backpack, Walking stick/club, spell book and tindertwigs.]

 

[arwel]

Elias strides into the Badger his longsword hanging at his side. "So how is everyone? Ready for our little adventure into the seedy underbelly of this teeming metropolis? Rooksbridge and the clockmaker would make a good place to start, it'll let us ease into things."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Having primped and fussed for an hour Forge is ready to leave waiting for his best friend. Froud! Get up! We have an adventure "into the seedy underbelly of this teeming metropolis" as Elias might say. Gears wakes and alights on his companion's broad shoulder. Forge is dressed to impress in his favorite sapphire blue silk outer robe and black and silver shirt and breeches.

 

[Jemal]

James arrives wearing his chainShirt and Ring, and with his Greathammer in place on his back. "A bit fanciful language there, Elias, but appropriate I would say. My night was restfull And I'm ready to go off to investigate now. So were we going to split up or stick together?"

 

[arwel]

Elias smiles broadly, "Just thought I'd inject some drama into the proceedings James. I don't think there's any need to split up just yet, perhaps later if things are gowing slowly." He looks at James' atire, taking in the mail shirt and hammer. "Damn, and there was me thinking I was being cautious by bringing along my sword."

 

[Sixchan]

Larina stares at James as he arrives. "Damn, James. How the hell do you study in that? I mean, the Military Strategy course isn't much less of a desk and table-top subject than Military History, is it? And I can't even be lazy in class in my leather, never mind write or think."

 

[Chauzu]

Phowett arrives in his usual set of traveling clothes: a short, black top hat; a clean, tucked-in white shirt; black pants; and bare feet. On his back is a backpack with waterskin. On his side, a dagger.

"Good morning," Phowett says as he walks in with his staff touching things. He figures the crew is wondoring about his feet. "I can feel things better with bare feet," Phowett says with a smile.