Tales From Algernon's Amazing Archmagical Academy!

[Lazlow]

Clipper looks up at Kieran, points the stick he just received at him threateningly, and says, "It doesn't take a charge to poke your eye out with this thing . . . I don't think." He lowers the wand and looks at it more closely trying to figure out what it does and how to activate it. He also looks closely at the potion. Uncorking it and sniffing it if need be to figure it out.

Gray Shade:
[sblock]Examining the contents of the vial, you're surprised (and relieved) that you recognize it to be a healing potion, of mild potency. You have no idea what the wand is, though.[/sblock]

 

[Guest 11456]

Judyth Longbottom : Female Half-Orc Apprentice 3

Again Fairbairn scribbles on his clipboard. "Longbottom, Longbottom... Here you go." He hands her a rolled-up parchment and a vial which looks to contain the same thick, milky, greenish liquid as Kieran.

"Next!"

Judyth, seeing Clipper examining his items, remembers her training. She first unstoppers her vial of greenish liquid and sniffs it. Then she replaces the stopper and unrolls the parchment. She examines the parchment to see if she recognizes that which is written on it (assuming something is written on it).

 

[Eluvan]

"Jemith Deltarin," Jem expands, his enthusiasm only a little bit dimmed.

 

[Gray Shade]

Clipper eyes the vial with satisfaction and gives it an approving nod before storing it safely in a pocket. The wand, however, he furrows his brow at, holding it right up to the tip of his nose to examine every minute detail of. Finally, with "hrumph." He sticks it in his belt and says to the equipment disburser (as soon as he's done with Jem), "All right. Where do we pick up our crab?"

 

[Lazlow]

Tailspinner:
[sblock]You immediately recognize the vial to contain a healing potion, of mild potency. Examining the scroll, you are pleased to find that inscribed upon it is a spell from your own school of magic, a spell of Grease.[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

"Deltarin, thank you - here you are." He hands him two vials, one with the greenish liquid and another with a silvery-blue concoction.

"Is that everyone? Yes? Alright then, now what's this you say? A crab?" He snorts derisively. "A crab?!? You can't possibly be serious. Why, there is no way in he-" he stops short, having consulted his clipboard. He looks up, then looks back down, obviously flummoxed. A scowl crawls onto his face and takes up residence for the time being. "Wait here." He leaves quickly, closing the door. Momentarily, he returns. (So does the scowl.)

"This," he states loudly and with evident disappointment, "is the key to number twenty-three." He holds up a key for all to see. "I needn't tell you the immense responsibility this entails. To whom shall I entrust its care?" He holds the key out in one hand, with the other ready at his ever-present clipboard.

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OOC: Crap! I just noticed that Fenris hasn't shown up at all. Well, Fenris, if you're out there, please let me know ASAP.

 

[Lazlow]

DEFCON 1:
[sblock]Kieran isn't surprised in the least to find that he has no idea whatsoever as to the contents of the two vials he's been issued.[/sblock]

 

[Lazlow]

Eluvan:
[sblock]Jem can hardly contain his glee as he examines the two vials. The greenish liquid he knows to be a healing potion of mild potency. The silvery-blue one, however, looks familiar but he can't quite... No, wait...! Is it? Could it be? Yes, he remembers now, it's a potion of Shatter! Upon drinking the contents, the next words that come out of the imbiber's mouth are at a shockingly high volume, which can damage or even DESTROY things![/sblock]

 

[DEFCON 1]

Kieran looks at his two glass vials with a blank stare. He sees the others of the group open theirs up and sniff them, so he decides to do the same. First the green vial opens and he takes a big whiff... then the purplish vial with stuff floating in it. In both cases he has no idea what conclusions he's supposed to get from smelling either of them. He stoppers them both.

Instead, he decides to take the bull by the horns and walks over to the halfling, who is threatening him with his stick.

"It doesn't take a charge to poke your eye out with this thing . . . I don't think."

'I've been clonked in the eye with sticks a lot bigger that that.'

Kieran holds both potions out to the hafling and says in his most threatening bully voice...

'Tell me what these are, Fuzzfoot, or I stuff you in the supply closet.'

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Attempting Intimidation check on Clipper (+0).

 

[Gray Shade]

Clipper scowls at Keiran (assuming he isn't intimidated) and says, "that one's a 'potion of bugger off' and that's a 'potion of study harder, moron.'"

At the jingle of the key, he turns and with a little hop, grabs the key. "I'm shortest: I should be in charge of the crab." He then looks both ways down the hall. "Which way to number 23?"