<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 80, Pregnancy Scare</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, yeah, I was hoping I could talk to you about, um, a personal, delicate issue.  I don't want to go into too much detail, but suffice it to say, if one doesn't cast block the seed before an encounter, what are the options for stopping things, uh, after?"  Kleris swallowed hard before looking back up to Professor Yarminda, trusting her to understand and guide her to a solution.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh my. I can see why you're so worried." Her face lit up with concern, but even then she still sounded like she had her head on her shoulders. "Well, it's not magical in nature, but there is an alchemical recipe which can help. Foll me, the laboratory should be open."<br/><br/>It was a bit of a walk to the far west tower of campus, and the place was absurdly guarded even for Redhurst. Each room was fortified with<em>magic circles against evil and chaos.</em>In one area undergoing renovations from a laboratory mishap, one could spot a section of a transparent<em>wall of force</em>underpinning the foundations. Professor Yarminda did not seem in a hurry at all, as though this were just an afternoon stroll.<br/><br/>"Hmmm, seems that the potions class is active right now, I wonder if there's a free room..."<br/><br/>It was odd then that upon seeing a nearby blue-skinned goblin lazily sitting against the wall, she seemed to find her match.<br/><br/>"One gold," the goblin said.<br/><br/>"Hold on, let me see...oh no, do I have any gold, all I have right now are electrum pieces...ah, here you go. One gold piece!"<br/><br/>The goblin rolled his eyes as he accepted payment, and the sound of a<em>wall of force</em>going down could be heard allowing for entry into the room.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Local DC 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">This race of goblin is known literally as a "blue." They are known to possess proficiency in a power known as 'psionics,' a pseudo-magical ability emanating from one's own mind.</div></div><br/>The alchemist lab was richly appointed. Sealed transparent jars contained all manner of liquids running a gamut of colors (and several more invisible to the human eye), plants and pickled specimens, grainy salts and powders which frothed and swirled about of their own accord, and more than a few lab smocks, gloves, and goggles.<br/><br/>"Now Kleris, please pay close attention to the instructions," Professor Yarminda cautioned. "So in the future you will be able to do this on your own."<br/><br/><em>Make an untrained Craft Alchemy check, with a +2 bonus from alchemist's lab equipment. Kleris can choose to take 10.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Less than 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">"No Kleris! Shake, not stir-"<br/><br/>The warning came too late, for the assembled mass of paste brew up in a doughy mass. Kleris and Professor Yarminda were covered in a thin sheen of crackling green powder, otherwise harmless but it got <em>everywhere.</em><br/><br/>"Eheh, well we still have 2 hours left of room time. Why don't we clean up and start over again?"<br/><br/>After a second, much more cautious exercise, Kleris is able to make a passable birth control potion.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">11 to 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Following Yarminda's instructions was not troublesome at all for Kleris. The major factor was time and maintenance, such as keeping track of the boiled darkmantle glands while heating mashed krenshar eyeballs to until they turned a bright orange. But it was done, and both he and Yarminda had a nice pair of potions.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">16 to 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">As above, save that Kleris has some free time to brew other alchemical ingredients and potions in his spare time. Feel free to spend as many Craft Points as you wish, but only on potions, alchemical items, and magical items relating to alchemy.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">21 to 25</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Wow Kleris, you brewed it superbly!" Professor Yarminda sounded impressed with the finished potions.  "Wow, usually you only see this kind of work from elder wise women and the like. Oh wait..."<br/><br/>Spotting an oddity in the leftover krenshar eyeballs, she took a pair of tweezers. A single strand of blue-silver substance was lifted out of it.<br/><br/>"Kleris, do you have any idea what you just did?" she asked, her voice actually sounding shocked.<br/><br/>"You brewed a cure for the Lorian Plague!"</div></div><br/>Although Kleris' teacher was attentive, she was more than willing to wile away the time in asking Kleris about all manner of things. How her studies were going ("you know, with the progress you're making you can take another class if you wanted..."), what she thought of Sharn ("I've been here plenty of times! You've got to visit the opera house someday!"), how her friends were doing ("I hope you're having an active social life. Meeting people from all over the planes is a great opportunity! Don't spend it held up in your dorm room!").<br/><br/>And if asked she was quite willing to talk about herself as well.<br/><br/>"...I got a job offer from House Cannith, although I had to decline..."<br/><br/>"...Some of my colleagues from the Tower of Wayreth met with me last weekend. They're doing fine, but things don't sound good in their homelands. The Dragon Empire annexed central Solamnia now. Fortuantely they spirited away their family and townsfolk, but I can't imagine being unable to return home..."<br/><br/>"...I met that Elmira friend of yours earlier today. She was asking if she could take on one of my courses! Hmmm, maybe I should assign her to you as a sort of study-buddy? Would you enjoy that?"<br/><br/>And finally it was done.<br/><br/>A milky, frothy orange topped by white foam, the birth control potion looked more like an exotic drink than anything else.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, it's not harmful and is tasteless. Here, why don't we toast to something?"<br/><br/>Taking up a potion herself, she clinked it against Kleris'.<br/><br/><em>What does Kleris toast to?</em><br/><br/>After the toast, Professor Yarminda drunk the whole batch. The admixture tasted...neutral, which was probably a boon given the odd consistencies of many potions.<br/><br/>For a while nothing felt out of place. But after a minute passed, Kleris could feel a bulging sensation between the loins, as well as a sucking in of the chest. He was male again; the potion worked!<br/><br/>"Well the potion has a 99.99% chance of working. All the same, you should keep a look out if you miss your period or experience unexpected cravings, morning sickness, or tender swollen breasts. All the same, don't be afraid to approach me with any other problems in the future."<br/><br/>Before Kleris could leave, his teacher placed a hand on her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Oh, one more thing."<br/><br/>Yarminda smiled. "I know the circumstances surrounding it were not ideal, but I genuinely enjoyed our time spent together. I know I have been quite busy of late to not do many things aside from teach, but I hope to make more room in my schedule."<br/><br/>She blushed a bit. "I...it may sound strange, but you're like a daughter to me. Actually, I feel that way with many of the girls of Redhurst. I may not be kin, but I want to be there for you, alright?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Relationships and Experience</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Reached Relationship Level 2 out of 10 with Professor Yarminda! Gain 200 experience points!</strong></div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 82, Day of Olladra's Rose</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was a relief to feel Rensha return the hug, her arms still warm and soft despite their strength.  It was enough to make her melt just a bit.  The relief turned to pleasant surprise as Rensha continued, tense with desire, to lightly shove her onto the bed, falling back naked to joyfully accept her lover's advances.  Now it was the large orc girl to loom over the petite human, overwhelming and grinding body to body.  It was different, though, learning how a girl touches and caresses, even a warrior like Rensha.  Scissoring and rubbing together made Kleris gyrate and arch her back, in turn pushing her breasts up to Rensha's hungy mouth, feeling those tusks gently nip as she kissed and suckled Kleris' delicate sensitive nubs.  Kleris gave her body to her, stroking her strong arms as they explored, allowing her access everywhere.  Instead of the intense pounding straight inside she got from Marcus, Rensha caressed, stroked, grabbed, and squeezed at her body everywhere, massaging her back, grasping her buttocks, and tickling at her stomach even as they rode each other.  It was different, neither one being the "man" really, since neither literally were; and even though Rensha was taking the lead, it struck Kleris that it was much more a dance of give and take as they thrust and entwined with each other.  A part of him wished someone had a penis to get on with it and rut, but as the anticiation and foreplay and just joy of sexual embrace continued, Kleris learned to enjoy the lesbian experience.<br/><br/>"Oh, oh fuck, yes, Rensha.  Mmm, I love it, I'm sorry for everything.  I love being your girl, please take me, keep me, uh, I want to be yours..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"I want to be yours, too," Rensha whispered back, her breasts and nipples pressing against Kleris' own.<br/><br/>Then came a kiss. Their tongues danced around in each others' mouths as the soft glow of Eberron's moons came back into the bedroom, adding a nocturnal luminescence which both revealed and concealed their forms as though Olladra herself came down to bless their union. Girlish squeals and moans came as she fingered herself and her lover at once, fingers playing against lips and clit, building up pleasure. One orgasm followed right after another, first in Rensha and then in Kleris as their womanhoods bathed her orcish fingers in the juices of their love.<br/><br/>"I never..want this night to end..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 83</span></div><br/>Kleris woke up in bed next to Rensha, who was staring lovingly at her through half-lidded eyes.<br/><br/>"Hey there. Are you up for round two?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kleris accepts</div><div class="spoiler_body">After another session of lovemaking, Kleris got a post-energy pip which made her wake up earlier than usual.<br/><br/>"Keep this up and you'll beat the elves at first meal," Rensha said with a wink. "Can't let them hog all the bagels and strawberry jam?"<br/><br/>Indeed there were enough bagels left for breakfast that morning, usually a coveted rarity.<br/><br/>"Look, we got the legendary elven artifacts!" Rensha teased.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kleris declines</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Well, I'm feeling unusually awake, so how about I bring you back some breakfast in bed?"<br/><br/>The orc girl opened the door, only to close it faster from the onset of light. "Ow, that morning ray hurt. Usually I'm not up this early..."<br/><br/>After a minute of preparation, she left. Some time later, Kleris' door opened again.<br/><br/><br/>"Look, we got the legendary elven artifacts!" Rensha exclaimed.<br/><br/>Bagels and strawberry jam. One of Redhurst's breakfast items, yet almost never seen by non-elves since they're the first students to wake up and deplete the day's resources.<br/><br/>Rensha greedily applied several dollops to her own bagel, then ate it like a sandwich. "Oh boy, this is sooooooo good...Oh, sorry, I should be saving some for you, my love."</div></div><br/><br/>After their first class, Lillin came running down the hallway in the pair's direction.<br/><br/>"I did it!" she exclaimed. "A passing grade!"<br/><br/>From an extra-dimensional space in her knapsack, she pulled out a grand painting. Kleris recognized it as the formerly-blurry artwork of Lillin's mother, only to be shot down by Merrix during his last lesson:<br/><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/m847RTK.jpg)<br/><br/>Rensha gasped. "Wow, it's..."<br/><br/>"I know, right? I worked hard on this for a while now. And it's paid off!"<br/><br/>At this time, Rachel was walking by, and the portrait stopped her mid-stride.<br/><br/>"Oh, what's this? Quite a lovely painting, if I do say so myself."<br/><br/>"Hey there," Lillin said, first turning the painting to the newcomer before turning herself to meet said newcomer. "Rachel right? You and Kleris know each other from before the school, right?"<br/><br/>Rachel nodded. "I heard quite a lot of things about you, Lillin, but a gifted artist was not one of them. A pleasant surprise."<br/><br/><em>I can see why you've been craving her,</em>she telepathically said to Kleris.<em>She looks delicious enough to keep to myself!</em><br/><br/>"Have you seen a lot of fine art, where you're from?" Rensha asked.<br/><br/>"Very much so. Although this painting fills me with curiosity more than anything. Tell me, Lillin, is this lovely drawing based on anyone you know?"<br/><br/>"She's my...great-great-grandmother or something. You could say I inherited her womanly charm and good looks!"<br/><br/>Lillin tossed her head back as though whipping long hair out of her face.<br/><br/>"Hmmm, that's rather odd? You're a tiefling, right?" Rachel at this point was leaning over, face mere inches away from Lillin.<br/><br/>"Yeeeeeesss?"<br/><br/>"Well, you have blue skin. Now while there is a virtually infinite variety of tanar'ri in the Abyss, mortals descended from them tend to have jet black, red shades, and purplish complexions. The light blue tinge is more a sign of baatezu heritage among tieflings."<br/><br/>Lillin glared. "No offense, but I'm pretty sure I know more about my own heritage than a complete stranger."<br/><br/>"No offense met. But, I am a scholar in infernal lore. Not an planar-class expert, I'd say, but I know enough. And every blue tiefling I've seen had a devilish ancestor somewhere down the line."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Planes DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rachel's statement checks out. She's telling the truth.</div></div><br/>"Well, I just got out of class and I'm not interested in a lecture now."<br/><br/>Lillin was already turning and leaving, stuffing her portrait back in her backpack of holding.<br/><br/>"Don't be glum!" Rachel called. "Your great-grandmother could just as easily been a lovely erinyes-"<br/><br/>Rensha put a hand over Rachel's mouth.<br/><br/>"Stop trying to piss people off. What's your problem?"