<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg10139245#msg10139245">Quote from: Skynet on 18-06-2014, 21:20:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Khûdzak seemed particularly concerned when Kleris brought up the mirror.  "That's troubling," he said.  "Our abjuration sensors would detect such a device were it close to Redhurst, and we move around often enough, that it was probably built without our school in mind.  Now, regarding the shadows..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Perception 13+1=14]<br/>Kleris pondered the importance of the mirror, seemingly the detail the dean was most focused and worried about.  A way to scry on the material world in secret was probably worrying, if not part of a more dangerous plot.  The floating book caught his attention, where he saw it came from a whole shelf of necromantic subjects.  Knowing the shadows were relatively unintelligent and unorganized didn't make him feel any better about being surprised and almost taken by the creatures.  But the dean's sudden turn of conversation snapped him back to reality with terrifying speed.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Which leads to the next subject," he said, his voice lowered.  "Discipline.  While I can't say that I approve of Wrent's lessons, I cannot fault you for doing your assignment.  But I will be having a talk with him later over their appropriateness!  You're free to leave now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris was about to protest when the letter came.  The dean's indignation seemed to deflate a bit when he learned the project had already been planned days ago.  "Yes dean, I understand, an unfortunate timing of events.  I would never want to cause an actual panic over a class project.  I'll be more prudent in the future..."  Kleris bowed his way out, wanting to leave quickly and smoothly while he was still (barely) in the clear.  He patted Lillin on the shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile, whispering "He's mostly worried about the mirror..." letting her know what she can be discrete about and what to focus on in her story.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So, how'd it go?" Andrei asked.  "Did he let slip anything about our midnight intruder?"<br/><br/>"This isn't funny, Andre!" Elmira exclaimed.  "If you keep joking around, he might saddle us with an even worse punishment!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Sense motive 11+1=12]<br/>"I don't think we have anything to do with it, and from what they're telling us, it's moot anyway."  Though there may be implications of a plot wider than a single intruder.  "It's okay Elmira, whatever you tell him, I think he's more worried about what you might have seen outside than what you, um, or any of us might have done."  He tried to reassure her without giving away his intimate knowledge of her fun night.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Study</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There is a Redhurst tradition, one among many, where friends disguise themselves as each other for the day, and see who they can fool.  It's usually done on a Sunday, but it can be fun to do sometime, to see how well you can get inside another's head."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh man, that's terrible, to frame someone.  I'm certainly staying away from that.  Though having some fun would be interesting.  How would you like a twin sister, heh?  I'll have to think of a good prank for someone."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 8</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Jecture School of Divination</span></div><br/>[Spellcraft 12+10=22<br/>Perception 14+1=15<br/>Intelligence 14+4=18]<br/>Taking a look around himself, Kleris noticed the girl next to him, apparently a cleric, employing several divinations to perceive the various aspects around them, even if anyone were currently charmed!  That would certainly be a thorn in his side if he ever needs to employ more than his natural charms on someone.  Looking around, he even noticed an aura up above.  A bird, a hawk even, most likely a familiar of someone.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The girl raises her hand.  "The area's thick with spells.  About half the people in class have some sort of abjuration spell cast upon them."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Nodding in agreement, Kleris spoke up as well, "Someone's hawk is here, watching, and I would guess people have heard about the attempted break-in and are trying to stay on guard."  Pleased with the praise, he smiled to the cleric girl next to him.  "Nice job with the detection, it seems a lot of people forget to look for the magic around here.  I'm Kleris; it looks like a lot of us aren't just diviners.  It looks like this class is going to be a lot of analysis."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ignes School of Illusion</span></div><br/>Kleris had figured Professor Wrent would be here after his absentee assignment last time, but it seemed he was rarely seen.  At least his influence was close enough to save him from the dean.  The cantrip was quite interesting, one could depict anything they saw without requiring long study of traditional draftsmanship or even the time to commit it to paper.  He'd have to keep a stack of parchment with him to practice around campus.  He could even send a letter home with pictures of his classmates and the campus!  Over the afternoon he tried to frame some good images to capture the grandeur of the school buildings, the lake, and to get his friends to smile and wave.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Thamaunt School of Transmutation</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rensha was ecstatic.  "First we can take pictures of ourselves, now we can make our own beer?  Redhurst just keeps getting better and better!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris grinned back to her.  "I can certainly imagine some creative combinations of the two, during and after a revelry.  You know, I had learned a<em>polypurpose panacea</em>from a scoundrel of a bard a bit ago, but I always had more pressing matters to concentrate on.  This is a much simpler cantrip to play with.  Maybe we'll have to practice back at the dorm; we can let Zull in on our good fortune."<br/><br/>That night, Kleris, like many students probably, brought back several vessels of water from various sources to test their purity.  Water from the cafeteria, the dorm's endless decanter, even the Redhurst fountain.  "I'll have to see if I can get some elemental water some time.  A beer elemental, can you imagine?" He chuckled to Rensha and Zull.  Casting the spell, he began transforming each sample into beer, testing a sip before letting Rensha and Zull have their own taste.  "Yeah, that outdoor fountain isn't too good, even getting it from the spout.  The bottle of sparkling water from the cafeteria is pretty good though."  He took another drink and captured an image of the tree of them lifting their glasses.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 9</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wolkhart School of Evocation</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The next obstacle course was slightly different.  More straightforward than the last, it involved the prospective adventurers to maneuver through a bog-like environment of thick, syrupy water.  Narrow passages above, barely three inches wide, stood above them.  It would be a cinch to bypass it via <em>Levitate,</em> although Murrin planned for this ahead of time.  Any students in mid-air were assaulted by flying constructs.  And that was before they even got to the wall, where one had to climb while dodging spectral falling "boulders."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris attempted her<em>levitation</em>trick again, but was immediately proven that the same trick does not always work.  Forced to duck back into the muck, he was neck-deep at times before then attempting to ascend a wall.  The slimy weight of his wet uniform didn't help at all, nor a slight hangover, and he fell back into the water several times trying to swing out of the way of boulders.  While he could have used his mother's magic ring to<em>levitate</em>again, he was determined to make it up the wall, and after several attempts managed to keep his grip long enough to reach the end, flopping over in a heap.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Huff, puff,</em> Zull panted.  "I...we need to take a shower, Kleris.  We can't go to our next class like this."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>He couldn't deny it, his magical uniform soaked and mucky, and himself sweating and sore.  A hot shower sounded perfect, but he followed Zull with no small trepidation.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Girl's Locker Room</span></div><br/>[Spellcraft 15+10=25]<br/>Kleris had visited the baths a few times, always very late or early to be alone.  There was the electric shiver of magical energy, or the feeling of it leaving, making him glad his appearance was mostly natural and cosmetic (thought that was what landed him in this strange circumstance in the first place).  His dreaded fantasy was all around him, young nubile girls in various undress, a dozen casual stripteases all seemingly for him.  Busty girls proudly laughing as they showed off their curves, shy girls slowly and teasingly revealing their blooming bodies.  Lillin came to mind unbidden, her friendly smile as she pressed her body to him, stroking, telling him to cum for her.<br/><br/>[Will save 10+5=15]<br/>It was the exact wrong thought.  Holding his towel over his awkward erection, he demurely covered his "breasts" with one arm as he slipped into a shower stall.  Before he could close the door, he could see Zull with the other girls, soaping herself up, stroking and squeezing her breasts, fingers slipping around her nipples, the water and bubbles hugging her belly, ass, and thighs as they cascaded down.  Closing the door with a gasp, he dropped the towel as he automatically reached for his member, stroking as the images filled his mind's eye.  He even stroked his own chest and bottom, imagining what Zull's would be like, to be rubbing their wet, naked, soaped-up bodies together in the middle of a lesbian shower orgy, moans and squeals of experimental girls all around...  His breath caught at the vision, feeling himself climax in his hand, hips jerking unsteadily as he emptied himself on the wall, and it swiftly washed down the drain.<br/><br/>Catching his breath, he finished washing himself, drying off and putting on his underclothes right there in the humid stall.  It was a bit sticky and uncomfortable, but it allowed him to quickly grab his uniform and pull on his skirt and blouse without being completely nude.  He avoided looking at Zull in the locker room, worried she'd somehow know what he'd just done "with" her.  He'd imagined capturing an image from inside the locker room would be perfect, but taking out some parchment and taking an image would probably be noticed and frowned upon, and he felt bad enough being the pervy boy in the girls' locker room as it was.  At least now, clean, and in laundered clothes, he could put the incident behind and focus without feeling overstimulated.