<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=205751.msg10197995#msg10197995">Quote from: Skynet on 01-07-2014, 19:36:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Sometimes to blow off steam we buy some lab-grown phosphorescent crabs and turn them a different color with a cantrip, mix them up, and try to guess which one's the original.  I think we can achieve the same effect with some marbles..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh, neat.  Do you get to eat them after?"  Kleris helps recreate the game with some marbles, changing their colors, and making some illusory decoys for good measure as they try to determine which are fake, which are disguised, and people yelling and grabbing for what they determine to be "it."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you, Kleris," the prefect said at a later time.  "It really means a lot to me that you did this.  As an Allainian wizard, there is enormous pressure in how one conducts themselves to their peers superiors.  A wild party on the day of arrival could reflect badly not just on me, but Redhurst as well in the eyes of visiting Allainians."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Hmm, well, you're welcome.  I didn't know how significant it was, but it seemed to be important, so I figured you had good reason instead of just being a spoilsport, heh."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Aaahhh!!!  They did that...in my bed!  Why couldn't she use hers?!  And I hope that this is the one, and only, time it happens!  Come on, I need to work off this anger."<br/>Rensha took Kleris to the Dueling Chamber in Hentru's resort and set up a bunch of practice dummies to knock over.  A circle of broken bodies surrounding the perspiring, sword-wielding robed orc gave quite an intimidating image.<br/>"Huff, puff, ah!  I feel a lot better now.  Come on, Kleris, let's take a shower together."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris half followed, was half dragged along with Rensha to the extradimensional island gym.  The peaceful setting only highlighted the orc's manic and frustrated demeanor, which she fully expressed in destroying the dummies.  On the one hand, it was a ferocious display, but watching her shoulders flex, her hands grip her sword, thighs ripple as she stepped and pivoted around, Kleris was more turned on than afraid of the warrior, and found himself a bit awestruck and knock-kneed.  "A shower?  Umm, well, I'm not too sweaty, but suuuure--" he was debating between following her anywhere, especially the chance to see her naked, but thought it might be too far to ogle her, when Rensha decided for him, almost dragging him along again in her now sweaty, strong grip.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Girls' Locker Room</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Today he learned that Asma indeed had tattoos everywhere; as her delectable back was turned towards him, he could see runes traced down from her neck to her ass to her legs.<br/>"You like?  It certainly beats lugging a spellbook around everywhere you go."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>While he always took the chance to admire the girls, Asma was a particular interest, with those runes going many interesting places, highlighting her curves.  He swallowed hard, looking back up to her face, "Oh, uh, yeah, they're very pretty too.  I don't know about the tattooing process, but you'll never lose them, that's for sure."  He took the opportunity to ask her about when and where Asma started getting her tattoos, giving him the excuse to stare at them over her body.  He kept his towel modestly wrapped around his torso, clutching a large soft sponge over his groin.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rensha, who was more aware of Kleris' love for girls, decided to undress and make a move.  Once he was walking over towards one of the shower stalls, she rushed up in front of him and slowed her pace, her swaying hips making her hypnotic green ass sashay back and forth before she got into a stall.<br/><em>I hope she noticed,</em> Rensha thought.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris certainly did notice, having been keenly aware of Rensha's body for the past hour.  Now without her clothes, he could watch every firm toned muscle move as she sauntered in front, complementing the soft curve of her wide hip and generous bottom.  He slowed as well, drinking in the sight as long as he could before she stepped into a stall herself.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Perhaps we can make it seem like a <em>real mess</em> happened in her bunk: underwear, empty beer bottles and torn, smudged pages from erotic novels.  Nothing actually dirty-dirty, though.  We don't want to be mean...  You know, maybe that's not the best plan.  I know that we all have private affairs, sex included, but we're all sharing a room, and what we do can affect the other.  I'm more than a little guilty too.  When you first caught me, I was admiring Zull's clothes.  They're so colorful, all made of silk, I even fantasized about trying them on.  That probably wasn't very good of me, then, to be angry at her for using my bed.  Kleris, will you help me approach Zull later?  Not today, maybe tomorrow.  It's better that we talked about these things in the open rather than letting it simmer.  You two are the greatest pals a girl could ask for away from home, and I want to make this work."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris couldn't help but go slowly as he soaped himself up, lathering and stroking his arms, legs, and chest luxuriously, sponging and cleaning every nook and cranny as he listened to Rensha and watched her vague silhouette washing herself.  He could just imagine what it would be like to take a bar to that green skin, to clean the sweaty musk away, feel her hardness relax to soft flesh; then to turn around and feel her strong hands clean and stroke him as well, her breasts pushing into his back as she held him close again, just like under the bed, but now unleashing the erotic tension that they had to bottle up.  Kleris then realized he was fully masturbating to the mental image of Rensha, one hand around his member, the other toying with his bottom like Lillin had done, but she was now asking him a question.  He caught his breath in the warm steamy air, trying to clear his head enough to talk.<br/><br/>"Yeah, pranking Zull has to be spontaneous, not out of revenge, especially if you've betrayed that same trust yourself.  But you don't have to be too hard on yourself, she has some very nice clothes; I thought about taking some panties myself.  But of course she's very petite.  You know, I made my uniform myself, I could help you with some stuff like Zull's, even if it's mundane.  I'd like to see--well, you'd look nice with a pretty silk dress or something...<br/>I think you made the right conclusion, though, we should just have a room meeting to discuss our parameters, letting others know if you need some private time, or even just putting a sock on the door.  Just so there's no misunderstandings, because you're right, we are good friends."  He thought about what they were just saying.  "Rensha?  Um, unrelated, but I have some secrets of my own too.  I don't think I can tell anyone, but I just want you to know I'm... I'm not trying to fool you, or anyone, it's just something I can't let out, okay?  But anyway, we'll have a little sit-down with Zull tomorrow."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, traveling to new places is a big experience when you've never done it before," Artaxes said.  "When I first came to Tolkur I was overwhelmed by all the tall, close-together buildings and streets of cobblestone.  I don't know what you know of centaurs, but most of us spend our lives in small mobile settlements.  I'm the only one in my clan to have even visited a settlement of more than a few thousand people.  I'm also a first year at Redhurst.  If you're having trouble with your enchantments, we could form a study circle, help each other overcome our respective weaknesses.  Or maybe you just want to hang out?  Us Nammorites should stick together."  He stretches and folds his hands behind his head, allowing Kleris to admire his abs and other features.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">What Kleris knows about Centaurs, Knowledge Nature</div><div class="spoiler_body">DC 10: Centaurs are beings with the lower body of the horse and the upper body of a humanoid.  They are semi-nomadic, preferring to spend time on the move from one place during the change of seasons.</div></div>[Nature 3+8=11]<br/><br/>Artaxes pretty much confirmed what little Kleris could remember about centaur society.  "Yeah, I heard about that.  I suppose a city is pretty unusual for a centaur.  I mean, paved streets alone must be annoyingly loud and slippery.  I guess when you're always moving in smaller groups, it's hard to study magic.  So it's impressive you made your own spellbook!  I just got mine from a book binder in the city.  But yeah, we could practice enchantment, or just hang out.  I don't know much about centaur culture, it would be interesting to hear more."  Without the ball to concentrate on, his gaze wandered from chest and abs to legs and haunches, trying not to stare as he got to know Artaxes.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Day 33, Field Trip!</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Take these bands, each of them are attuned to the welfare and direction of your companions.  This way it will be easy for us all to keep track of each other."<br/>Kleris was part of the group headed by Arisad ("a great honor," as he informed them), and his three buddies were Arturon (and Edgar), Carson, and Lillin."  Carson shrugged when informed of his duties with Kleris.  "Whatever."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris was just as excited as everyone else to explore the city and world outside the school.  The band was interesting, and he examined it to better understand its function.  It would be good to avoid losing track of the group, even if he could stand to ignore Carson.  In any case, they would have to be on their best behavior with Arisad.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh, and one more important detail: we aren't accepting of all forms of magic.  Necromancy which violates the free will of a soul, and magic which can manipulate ink writings, are forbidden.  Those who practice them are exempt from the protection of the laws of Allain.  Hopefully none of you possess such knowledge in your spellbooks."  Arisad laughed, the humor in the situation seemingly obvious only to him.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Magic dealing with writing usually dealt with divination and illusion, and always seemed rather benign in Kleris' experience, except for the<em>exploding runes</em>, very advanced symbols, and other specific wards.  "So magic that manipulates writing, is that forbidden to protect the ley lines and the runes guiding their flow?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There's so many tieflings here!" she squealed.  "I wonder, maybe we have a community here in Bemmea or Allain!  Ooooh this is so exciting!  Are you serious?  Am I dreaming?  This can't be real.  I just thought that Arisad..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Knowledge Arcana, History, or Local DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">Tieflings are traditionally without a society, born to human parents.  This means that most of them adopt the cultural norms and values of their homelands.  Maybe Allain is different, whether due to an extensive history of infernal unions, or maybe it's a haven of sorts for tieflings...</div></div>[Arcana 19+10=29]<br/>It suddenly occured to Kleris that Lillin would have been raised by humans in a society where she was completely different.  It was no wonder she was so excited to meet others and feel a part of a common society.  "That's so cool!  We should meet them and talk."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive DC 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Kleris notices that the elven Redhurst students are given a wide berth by the Academics, and the elven students in kind picked up on this and seem more eager to leave.</div></div>[Sense motive 1+1=2, Kleris is so thick...]<br/>Looking around at the architecture and students, it never even occurs to Kleris that there were no elves besides the Redhurst students, or that they were left in their own isolated pockets.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Academic's interior was like a twisted version of Redhurst.  The hallways were narrower and rarely straight, its statues and paintings bearing menacing visages of wizards deformed and warped in their proportions.  Fingers with one too many joints, differently-sized eyes, the odd trace of a tentacled hand or patch of scaled skin were present not just in the artwork, but could be glanced on the occasional passing teacher.  The younger-looking ones were more or less closest to their original race; the elder wizards, sorcerers, and other arcanists wore thick dark robes obscuring most of their features.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>It felt easy to get lost inside the twisting halls with no long sightlines to focus on or right angles to orient to.  Looking around at looming figures, Kleris held on to Arturon's sleeve to keep up and not lose him.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nelsa's three companions stepped out so that they covered the hallway and were within arm's reach of Carson and Lillin.<br/>Carson's hands wandered to his spell component pouch.  He looked over to Kleris and Lillin, nodding his head and then looking at Nelsa's lackeys.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive DC 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Carson wants you to take out the student right in front of him so that he has more space to cast a spell at the other one.<br/><br/>Nelsa doesn't have murder in her eyes, but you can taste the hatred even from behind Arturon.  She probably intends to use magic to alter or mark him in some way.</div></div>[Sense motive 15+1=16, finally]<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Detect Expertise</div><div class="spoiler_body">Carson has no specialized school.  Arturon's an Abjurer.  Lillin's a Universalist.  Nelsa's an Evoker, and her friends are all Transmuters.</div></div><br/><em>Roll for initiative.</em><br/>[Initiative 14+2=16<br/><em>Sleep</em>DC 15]<br/>Seeing Carson's signal, and finding himself currently unthreatened, he chanted and blew a puff of dust which settled on the student before Carson, hoping to at least knock him out, and maybe his companion.