<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 55</strong></span></div><br/>"Hmm, alright, I'll try to ask him about it and see if he has any insights to share.  But hanging out sometime sounds good too!  I'd like to explore the city when it's open, it looks amazing up here.  I've never been someplace so tall.  I wonder what kind of food they have?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Finding Zull at the lake, she looked like she was thinking or sulking alone.  He just walked up and sat next to her, letting her speak when ready.  He was surprised when she told him of her breakup, but didn't comment on it; she didn't need anyone's opinions on her business.  "I guess I should have known how hard it was for you to be here; of everything I've heard about drow cultures, at the least they're insulated.  I can understand the conflict between wanting to run home to safety, and keeping your friends close..."  They looked out at the rippling waters for a minute more.  "I'm glad to hear we are still your friends.  We love you, and I'm sorry for all the trouble and mistakes I've personally brought down on you.  At the very least, I think this is the next most secure place in the planes I know of, after Svatalfheim by the sound of it.  We miss you too, and if you're ready, we'd love for you to come back home to the dorm.  We'll have to stop making trouble for ourselves, but also we'll be together whenever something does happen, and face it united."  He gave her a hug as the tension melted away, and they were able to retrieve Zull's few things to settle back into their room.  It was good to have their little sorority back together again.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 57<br/>Library Stakeout</strong></span></div><br/>Kleris ran to keep up with the screaming tiefling and chase down the fleeing homonculus.  Skidding around the corner, they ran through the administrators before they could even try to bar them, and coming into a foggy maze of bodies and industrial equipment.  All the workers were surprisingly comely and radiant, probably Aasimar, which seemed strange for a laundromat staff, but he didn't have time to dwell on the curiosity.  Weaving through the press, squinting through the acrid air, he was reminded of Professor Murin's regular "dungeon crawling" lessons.  He couldn't let his environment distract him, and if he couldn't see through the crowd, he'd have to get a better vantage.  Murmuring apologies, he climbed onto the edge of a tall vat, letting the nervous Aasimar brace his ankles as he stood and gazed around.  There seemed to be a constant wind effect to ventilate the room, which made the one opened window stand out suspiciously.  "Over there!" he called to Filomena, trying to jump down without falling into a batch of detergent.<br/><br/>He followed Filomena up and out on the roof balcony, running out to the edge to watch the little construct fly away, only to twitch and fall limply after being blasted by the magic missiles.  Shading his eyes and holding his skirt down in the breeze, he saw the security chief investigating the remains.  Following the conversation was an exercise with all the turns in expectations, but it all seemed to work out despite the anticlimax.<br/><br/>"Magic auras, red herrings, planted bait, this is getting convoluted.  But I'm glad I could help catch the homonculus anyway.  Let me know if you need help tracking down the homonculus' owner I guess."<br/><br/>[Local 2+8 = 10 vs DC 14<br/>Dungeoneering 15+8 = 23 vs DC 13]<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kleris was distracted, leaving Filomena after making an excuse about other business.   Something had been mulling in the back of his mind for weeks now, growing more concrete and sure, like coming to a decision and competing a plan.  Even before then, he'd been sneaking supplies down to a private cashe in the catacombs; a candle here, incense there, a mirror, cold iron shavings, a brass dagger.  He didn't even admit to himself any final use for it all, just stowing away pieces "just in case."  It seemed to be the time now, though, as he started unpacking everything he'd need for a very specific ritual.  It was more like he was watching someone at work, slowly recognizing what was being prepared as each tool was brought out.<br/><br/>With chalk he drew the magic circle, filling in all the details and names, then surrounded it with the salt and iron, leaving an open space however.  The candles and insense burned, he pricked his finger, and let a drop of blood fall in the circle, right on Elgazia's name as he chanted.  It would have looked foreboding and dark from outside, but he only had pure concentration on the technical aspects mingled with visions of what would come after.The sudden darkness and chill of the dungeons seized his heart, and the unnatural tearing between planes and stone sent a shiver up his spine as he started to realize what he'd done and contemplate the consequences.  Seeing Elgazia again, however, right there in the flesh brought the hormones, lust, and corruption right back, and all he could think about is how much he wanted her.  His fevered dreams, those he didn't even admit to himself, came true when she just came right over and took him.  It was just like his dreams and fantasies as well, seeing himself inside her, writhing together, entwined, sweaty flesh slapping, flushed, engorged.  At one point, they were each on their hands and knees, his cock pushed back between his thighs to push into her, and they bucked and slapped back into each other until Kleris couldn't tell who was fucking who, or where they ended.  And each time he exhausted himself in her or on her, she would just pump him up again, like his blood and balls were full of fire.<br/><br/>One last time she sucked the life out of him, then came whispering into his ear somehow, though her full mouth never opened.  She freely offered her power and companionship, how could he say no?  Panting, he managed to moan a "Yes..." as she kissed him, sharing his seed and imparting her profane gift.<br/><br/>[+2 profane Int]<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 58</strong></span></div><br/>Stumbling out of bed in a daze, he felt foggy like the more intense dreams of late, but for some reason more refreshed, despite the state of the room, which indicated a debauchery of much more than two people.  He couldn't even be sure it was real, except the strangeness of waking up at the inn, and the fact that he couldn't find his panties.  Getting dressed anyway and slowly shuffling outside, he was confronted by Dean Stentilindrabree.  Oh crap, he'd volunteered himself, and they not only put him on stage, but in the lead.<br/><br/>Trying to remember last night was a blur, but otherwise he felt quicker and clear-headed.  Scanning his lines, all the words he'd reviewed were just as fresh in his mind.  When he went up on stage and found his mark, however, he faltered.  Delivering every word, his heart just wasn't in it, and even being watched by the actors and crew made his voice shake nervously.  The dean was visibly disappointed, and the other students were even more obvious, muttering to each other or even turning away, unable to watch any more.  He couldn't imagine what it would be like in full costume, under the lights, with the whole school watching.  He'd have to learn to get in character or something by that time, though he wasn't certain he could.<br/><br/>[Perform 8+5 = 13 vs DC 15<br/>-2 morale]<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 59</strong></span></div><br/>Artaxes sounded off, like he had on occassions before.  The flashing panties caught Kleris' attention too, and when he turned to see Artaxes' reaction, he was already galloping away.  Knowing all to well how the centaur must be feeling, he told Asma and Elmira he'd catch up with them after he made sure Artaxes was alright.<br/><br/>Jogging to the little forest, he predictably found the centaur in the middle of trying to relieve himself.  Kleris blushed at the sight of his erection, vividly remembering his dream of being a centaur lady, being rutted directly by that powerful body.  He tried to smile and reassure his friend.  "You're okay, Artaxes, I understand, more than you know.  In fact, I kind of like girls too.  I've never lived with any, so suddenly living and showering with them kind of tests my resolve too.  I can't imagine what a centaur must go through, however.  I'll give you a hand; what are friends for, heh?"<br/><br/>Chuckling, he knelt down beside Artaxes' flank, pulling his long erect cock over to lick and tease the head as his hands slipped up and down the slick shaft.  Deciding they needed to get back to class soon, Kleris teased him even more.  "I remember my first day coming to the locker rooms, all these pretty girls were talking and undressing without a care.  There were so many pretty bras and panties, some were little like me, others had big beautiful breasts you could dive into.  And then we all went into the showers, the water falling on slick wet bodies as they soaped themselves up.  Some even helped wash each other, scrubbing backs, or playfully cupping boobs.  I just had to run into a private stall to touch myself, rubbing my tight little pussy.  Then I noticed that some girls shaved everything down there, no hair at all!  I was amazed, and when I did it myself, I was so smooth and slick, I could hardly touch myself without three fingers sliding right inside..."<br/><br/>As Artaxes got more worked up and excited, Kleris carefully aimed him away until he started jetting and spurting his semen all over the grass, pumping him until it all drained out.  He carefully licked Artaxes clean, though not enough to get him riled up again, and wiped his own hands clean on the grass.  "I'd love to help, I would enjoy doing that for you, but maybe we should try to find a more permanent solution.  I wouldn't want this to become a routine chore for either of us," he winked before thinking seriously.  "So having sex would stop the 'heat,' and that requires another centaur, for practical reasons if nothing else.  If this Aikaterine is also in heat, I would think at least one meeting would be acceptable to her, even if you otherwise part ways after.  I'll talk to her, and let you know if she'd like to meet.  Otherwise, I think we'll have to somehow procure a scroll of<em>monstrous physique</em>for me..."  That was tempting too, remembering his dream, and fantasizing about having Artaxes inside.  Kleris shook his head, this school was really twisting him around.  That demon, that was the cause, obviously...<br/><br/>"And until then, find me in the mornings so we can prevent any future interruptions.  Let's get back to class."  He took Artaxes' hand to stand up and brush the grass off his knee socks, though the giggling girls made him blush self-consciously as the knees were still green.<br/><br/>[Sense motive 14+5-2 = 17 vs DC 5]<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Fortunately he didn't have to dwell on that much further.  After class they joined the general migration to the gates, standing around and excitedly discussing what Eberron and Sharn would be like, and what they would do.  When the gates opened, it did not disappoint: they were high above the earth, everything rising or even flying higher into the sky.  One of the airships was even approaching, making to dock with Redhurst, and that man, Merrix, made his official debut.  He seemed much more open and welcoming now that they were on his timetable and undoubtedly meticulously scheduled itinerary.  Kleris was just as excited as Lillin and the others to take an airship ride, seeing the city up close from an airborne tour.<br/><br/>The warforged crew were just as intriguing as well, seemingly aware enough of etiquette to use it, though perhaps clumsily.  "It's amazing dean.  Sharn, and that Redhurst allows us to see these wonders throughout the year.  It's like this airship, only we're on campus long enough to sometimes forget our travels.  I definitely plan to take advantage as often as we can."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Day 60<br/>Girls' Locker Room</strong></span></div><br/>In the morning, during and between classes, Kleris asked around to find out who Aikaterine was, and if she was having any similar problems as Artaxes.  He attempted to track her down so they could discuss her delicate situation, or at least leave a note in her locker to talk.<br/><br/>[Diplomacy 3+16 = 19]<br/><br/>(http://plamoya.com/bmz_cache/e/e1726501ae6343d432bac68dd1d38844.image.500x354.jpg)<br/><br/>Finishing the dungeoneering course brought with it both the relief when it was over, and the gratitude that they had a chance to relax and clean up after, and even the secret excitement to watch all his "fellow" girls together again.  Kleris felt rather a part of them, but at the same time couldn't help but ogle with the boys too.  Only he didn't have to only imagine what lay under their skirts and blouses, he had a front row seat peeking from the shower stall.  It was only in his post-climax rationality that he noticed the sensor just as Asma cried out.  He grabbed his towel, wrapping it around as he tore off the paper, hiding it in his fist.<br/><br/>(http://orig15.deviantart.net/1900/f/2013/153/3/9/live_from_the_girls__locker_room_by_veng1saur-d67lqc5.jpg)<br/><br/>"Here's one, it was on the wall.  It looks like we have a diviner."  Holding his towel steady, Kleris tried to detect any divination auras around, or maybe illusion in case some other boy was hiding.<br/><br/>[Spellcraft 8+14 = 22 vs DC 17<br/><em>Detect magic</em>Knowledge (arcana) 5+14 = 19 vs DC 15+spell level<br/>Perception 19+10 = 29]