<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><b><u>GM To Ran (who rolled a 20, an actual crit fail on the very first roll. Congratulations! Well done!)</u></b></span><br/>Ran wanders about the halls of the Academy just as Oliver did, marveling in the architecture. The layout is pretty intricate, but then so is the stonework, the woodwork, the latex tapestries, the stained glass windows, the furniture.... In fact, every detail in the academy seems to have been intricately made.<br/><br/>On a couple of occasions, Ran oozes past a couple of latex encased witches, overhearing little whispers like "Oh my, it's do cute" referring to the fact that at just 2 feet in diameter, Ran was basically the equivalent of an adorable puppy, but the Ectoplast version. There were even a couple of witches who were whispering to each other in little giggles and Ran would manage to make out "I don't know, it might be fun..." at the end of whatever was said previously.<br/><br/>Distracted and carefree, Ran would eventually make his way to a solid wooden door, not paying attention to the sign of the door that read "DO NOT ENTER". Unfortunately for Ran, he would in fact enter... But it wasn't the library at all, it was some sort of weapons museum, full of female mannequins wearing different types of armor, with displays of old swords, spears, clubs, etc... The room was certainly very finely appointed and the displays were fascinating, each with a description of the history of whatever was displayed, many displays referring to Head Mistress Jareau....<br/><br/>After a bit of looking around, Ran would obviously realize that this wasn't the library and try and head out from whence he came, but just as he tried to reach for the door that some sort of force field stopped him from reaching the door knob. On the back side of the door is a sign that shifts and suddenly reads<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You were warned this was off limits, but noooo, you're special, you just HAD to come in, didn't you.... The Head Mistress is on her way. Good luck with that..."</span></i><br/><br/>Somewhere in the Academy, a piece of folded parchment stuffed in an envelop pops out of thin air in front of the Head Mistress. As if all of this was just regular, her latex gloved hand takes the envelop out of the air and opens it, pulling out the small piece of folded parchment which reads<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><i>"Head Mistress. One of your students cannot read. Someone has trespassed within your personal arsenal museum... They are patiently waiting for your arrival... Seriously, they are not going anywhere... Enjoy!"</i></span>.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="32268" data-username="@Archet" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/32268/">@Archet</a>