conversations: human
conversations:  You live in a rather busy growing city called vor rheon which is one of many cross and half-bred cities in this world.  this city has half dwarves with some elven traits like orcs and half-humans with halfling traits.  on top of the other races.  Today your handler named Mrs. Rika a half-giant half-orc woman that can be fun but very strict and you all learned not to make her angry or upset.  She was assigned by the society of chosen an organization that finds chosen ones when they appear and raises and teaches them. The home spent most life in is a rather simple home that has a few magical areas like the training grounds which is a semi-separate dimension that they summon enemies and train you guys to fight them.
  
   You each have a room with a bed a closet and a drawer for your clothing. it also has a rather simple bathroom with a toilet and a sink for handwashing. There is a basement in there is an indoor bathhouse but also punishment cells as well for when you guys misbehave that makes you almost human and not able to use racial or class abilities while in there. Three playrooms that have toys for you guys to play with and a reading room with all book you guys would want.  There is a schoolroom where you guys get educated.  The city has many markets a lot of garden park areas that you can play in as it has many open spaces.  It has a lot of shops some even have candy and treats in it. Today you guys got lucky as mean old Mrs. Rika has a meeting and you all have free time to do something. You have a massive house or rather a big city to play in or do something in you can do it as a group of by your selves it is really up to you guys.
conversations: niw18:
conversations: human
conversations:  Today Que gets all the perks of the Society of Chosen with none of the downsides. Her handler is gone, and Que is free to do whatever she wants. For today at least. And, the best upside is free food. The house is an adjustment and a half, but living here is better than living on the streets, most days anyways. Que definitely thinks she got the better end of the deal. She has to do some annoying stuff for her handler once in a while, but she completely has life made now.
  
  She rolls out of bed early. Heading to the bathroom, she rubs her eyes. The sink towers over the tiny grippli. She opens her mouth wide and uses her long tongue to stick to the sink. She pulls herself up and flops into the large basin. The fact that her room has running water would have blown her mind at one point. Now, it is an accepted fact of life. Hot water too. She turns the water on and runs a bath for herself. When she finishes she hops down and heads for the kitchen. Her pet frog hops on her head to join her. The small frog is about half the size of her head.
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lamia Lamina 
  
  Lamina wakes up and uncoils herself from her bed, grabbing a simple robe from her dress. She begins her usual routine of stretches and preening, including brushing her teeth and polishing her horns.
  
  Lamina slithers her way into the bath house and draws a lot of warm water, before sliding in. She could be in there for hours, meditating and soaking up the heat from the water. It was probably her favorite spot to relax in the whole manse. Generally, Lamina was both behaved and witty enough to avoid trouble, but these long soaks would often cause her to lose track of time, making her late for lessons or meals.
conversations: Snowbluff:
conversations: human
conversations:  Celiere  
  
  Emerging from the dreams of trance, Celiere slides out of bed and quickly cleans up. Halfway through pulling on day-to-day clothes, she starts for a moment as she realizes that today will be a free day, and quickly pulls on leather armor and a heavy cloak instead. Moving into the hallway, Celiere muses on what she could do today.
  
  Certainly, getting a chance to head outside and explore the city more would be great. Vor Rheon certainly was not like the North. Though initially the amount of unknown people around all the time was a shock and slightly scary, after so much time with oversight a chance to do more independently and have some fun is welcome. Getting a chance to run around a park sounds appealing too, as there is just not enough space in this house sometimes.
  
  Arriving in the kitchen, Celiere starts fixing a simple meal of bread and fruits.
conversations: Apogee1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Que walks up to the massive kitchen counter. It is not easy being Tiny in a Medium person's world. She sticks her hands to the cabinets and climbs so she can better reach her food. Her tongue whips out of her mouth to open doors. She sticks some fruit to her tongue and drops it on a plate. She hums a little catchy tune while she gathers her breakfast. Some jerky sounds good. She grabs some dried pig and puts it on her plate.
  
  From on the wall, Que greets Celiere, "Good morning, Celiere. Having breakfast?" She picks up some fruit with her tongue. "Want some fruit?" She offers it to Celiere.
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  [Sorry for the delay...]
  
  Finally! A free day! Before she closed her eyes for sleeping, she made plans what to do! Most of the time, she wanted to spend at one of this training rooms - slashing monsters, exercising, meditation. Repeat. What a wonderful day this will become!
  
  But now, in the morning, she sleeps. Snoring, with one foot out of her bad, the nightshirt  somewhere  and the blanket gone missing... Normally, they got woken up by  The Troll  , every morning too early. But not today.
  
  2 hours later than she wanted to stand up, Gethseme opens one eye, slowly. It took a few moments for her to realise, that the sun stands already higher than every other morning.
  
  She shouts and swears, jumps out of the bed, takes her clothings, armor and sword and run down into the kitchen.
  
   Dammit, I'm late! Can someone help me with my armor?  she asked, still in her slipped nightshirt.
  No good morning, no please. Her mood wasn't the best...
conversations: Fliggl:
conversations: human
conversations:  Que flattens against the cabinet when she hears yelling. Her skin changes to match the furnishings. When she sees Gethseme exit her room, she puts the fruit on her tongue on her plate and hops off the wall. Her skin returns to its normal color.
  
  She blinks. "Good morning. How can you be late? We have nothing to do today." She smiles. "Sure, I'll help you with your breastplate." A dwarf around her height is a nice quality to have around. The kids around her age are normally four times her height, instead a dwarf is near double.
  
  Her feet slap against the floor as she awkwardly walks to receive her armor. "Lamia is in the bathhouse. Are you hungry? I was going to bring her food." If Que is allowed access to the armor she will help don it. She can't really lift it over Gethseme's head, but she can help secure it once the armor is over her shoulders. "Do you think a whole pig will be enough for her?"
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Neme's room is pitch black, the windows blacked out with heavy coverings. This makes it easier to sleep in. Still, the stirrings of the house begin to wake her. Free time! A novel thought, she always looked forward to them, but of course she had spent most of the night trying to commune with.....her, and now, even this late, she was tired and exhausted. She tumbles out of her top bunk as lithely as a cat, and grabs her black silk kimono off a hook. She opens her door slowly, it is heavy and creaks loudly.
  
    "Mmphm"  
  
  So bright. Coffee. Must. Have. Coffee.
conversations: Ancient:
conversations: human
conversations:  Celiere 
  [Sorry for the delay I hope this works in continuity]
  
  Celiere accepts the offered fruit from Que.
  
  " Sure! And good morning to you as well, Que. " Briefly wiping a thumb over the spot where Que held it before eating, she keeps her head in her food until Gethseme rushes in.
  
  " Well you look to be in a hurry. Do you have plans already?  " The dwarf could be a bit single-minded but was certainly good at and devoted to the training simulations.
conversations: Apogee1:
conversations: human
conversations:  Que gave Celiere the fruit.
  
  "Celiere, would you help Gethseme with her armor? I want to bring you know who breakfast before everyone finishes eating without her." Que leaves Gethseme with her armor and steps back.
  
  Que raids the kitchen for food for Lamina. Doors wide open. Food left around. A whole pig is probably good? Que gets a big plate and piles on tons of food for the snake person. An animal worth of dried meat. Fruit. Cheese. Veggies. Sliced Bread.
  
  She holds her own plate in the air with her tongue and lifts the larger plate above her head. She wobbles at the weight. The pitter patter of feet echo through the halls as Que runs down them. She heads for the bathhouse. The door...
  
  Que puts her plate down. Opens the door with her tongue. Holds it open with her foot. Grabs the plate again with her tongue. And, tries to sneak inside without making too much noise. She whispers as if not to wake Lamina but, she does want to wake her. "Lamina... Lamina." She looks around for the snake person.
conversations: Elbeyon:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lamia Lamina 
   
  
  Lamia flicks her tongue. Sneaking up on her was usually quite futile, as even if she was asleep, the strong scents and sounds would have awakened her. Judging by the scent, level of intelligence, and sound of the footsteps as the creature struggled to get a meal to her, must be Que. Lamia, who had been laying on the top of the water, wiggled her way to the edge of the bath and let herself sink so that her chin could rest on the edge.
  
  "Good morning, Que," she says, unblinkingly following the Grippli with her golden eyes. "I see you brought me something to eat. It smells like pork." She makes no effort to leave the bath. It's too warm and comfortable for her. Instead she just waits for Que to get the platter to her. "Thanks, but as I strive for enlightenment, the only susss-" Lamia is cut short by the sound of her own stomach growling. Being a growing greensnake naga is difficult. While one might usually sustain themselves on little while doing minimal activity, growing and molting takes a lot of energy.
conversations: Snowbluff:
conversations: human
conversations:  Spoiler: Pic 
   
   
  
  
  One of the twins also walks into the kitchen. Their morning routine as always taking a while. There is a lot off to maintain, and a long spell to cast. At least today she didn't have to rush. The other half is still taking care of Kiko, training with little fox friend. Still, there is two of them and that means another half can make food, and maybe chat with the others.
  
  " Doing anything today? " She asked, none in particular. She didn't have any plans herself, well she had and idea, but that would require Que, who doesn't seem to be here. Oh well, maybe there is some else who had an interesting idea.
conversations: Greenflame133:
conversations: human
conversations:  Neme prays to the Gods of Caffeine as she loads the perculator with delicious wakefulness. She does her best to tone out the others as she inhales the first notes of the aromatic beans.
conversations: Ancient: