<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm happy that you returned my embrace, instead of pushing away.  Normally I'd say this was a great first date, although that would be lying in a way.  From our time in the museum to our weekly meetings in the Society of the Scarlet Serpent (last one was yesterday), I feel like this friendship was blossoming all along."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"I do too.  And I definitely approve of this new direction..."  He reached up and kissed Rensha as well, letting her hold him close and lay him down.  He couldn't even think as they just took turns laying on the other and making out.  Remembering how Rensha had teased him with her firm shapely ass in the showers, he just had to reach around and stroke it through her skirt.  The orc's buttocks were so big and strong, he couldn't help but imagine what they looked like in some cute panties, or naked and riding him.  He did feel some stirring below his own skirt, and had to keep a leg up or shift position so he didn't grind directly on her, despite his instincts.  It was both frustrating and a relief when Rensha pulled away, remembering their surroundings before he started pulling her skirt up.  He cleared his throat and brushed the grass off his uniform, flushed along with Rensha, and still feeling a thrill holding her hand.  The thought came of what it would be like to make love to Rensha, and then what it would be like if<em>she</em>cast<em>alter self</em>to give herself, well, some extra equipment?  The thought made him dizzy with fantasy and he had to lean against Rensha for a moment as he tried to calm himself.  Kleris still had to excuse himself to the bathrooms to change in a stall, not trusting himself to not be still bulging in his panties as he put on a nightie.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Slumber Party</span></span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With a snap of her fingers a circular portal in the wall opened up to a space clearly not part of the school proper.  It took a while for the seven students to digest in the surroundings as the last of them crossed the threshold, the interior more akin to a fancy hotel where the nobility stayed, although they seemed to be the only occupants.  Asma's hands and face where pressed up against the glass, looking out into a scenic-looking field several floors below, a moat of clear water surrounding the building.  The reflection of a blue spiral castle looked back, a crescent moon hanging over it in the night sky.  Unicorns dashed across the open plains and colorful birds flew amid the precipices of the castle's spires.  The rest of the girls joined the vantage point, wide-eyed and impressed.<br/><br/>"This is a private demiplane," Professor Yarminda answered.  "A gift to me from a previous lover.  He may reside in the great beyond, but every so often he comes around here to meet with me again."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>[Spellcraft 19+12=31]<br/><br/>Kleris had heard of such magic, which let one create a whole private world from nothing, filling it with substance and even their own physics and metaphysics, almost anything imaginable could be created or changed.  He wasn't sure if such magic was required to affect it after its creation, but looking out the window, he focused on a patch of lawn, willing a little cocoa plant to spontaneously sprout, just to see how morphable this world might be.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"His name was Remnos the Blue, an archmage of honor and virtue and a former graduate of Redhurst.  Creating such a place, even for him, is no light matter, but as a wizard of his caliber he needed a good place to retreat from the world.  Don't worry, we're not intruding; 'my house is your house,' as he said."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"He was truly an archmage of great experience and imagination to create all of this.  And to share it all with you, wow, that's amazing!"  There was certainly more to Professor Yarminda than he expected, to even be associated with such a powerful wizard to have free access to another private plane.<br/><br/>Kleris smiled and dropped his own bag, racing down the halls with the others, crisscrossing avenues and junctions and stairs.  After letting the novelty and freedom of a field trip to a magical princess castle wear off, they were finally able to relax and set up "camp".<br/><br/><strong><em>They all chatted about their day...</em></strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Things are going well for the play, I already got all my notes down pat," Evgenia said proudly.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Well, we wouldn't want her enchanting us with her wicked powers, heh.  We'll wait for the performance proper for that.  Though we could sing something else together, or take turns."  Everyone probably had their own national or folk songs, being from wildly different nations, cultures, or even planes.<br/><br/><em><strong>...homework...</strong></em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm good with conjuration and divination," Elmira said, "but transmuting things is always a hassle."  She sighed.  "You'd think that the magic of creating things would help one know how to alter things, but nope!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Yeah, and I guess if you can just summon or make exactly what you want, you have less need to alter it.  Hopefully I never have need to blow something up or deal with dead things.  They're pretty creepy to me, and besides, you can't enchant and ensnare their minds and will..."  He looked over into Zull's eyes, his own dramatically wide.<br/><br/><em><strong>...and boys.</strong></em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Artaxes is really cute," Naila said.<br/>"Really?" Zull asked in bewilderment.  "He's fine and all, but I find him a little too forward."<br/><br/>"I prefer the quiet guys myself," Utari said.  "Specifically, blonde Allainian guys with raven familiars."<br/>The girls' mouths collectively dropped.<br/>"What can I say, I find him charming," Utari said with a smile.  "Besides, that former title might not be around for long once we <em>plane shift</em> out of Midgard..."<br/><br/>"I prefer guys who aren't complete jerks and listen," Elmira said.  "Aside from that I'm pretty open."<br/><br/>"So, are you interested in anyone, Kleris?" Asma asked.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kleris kept his mouth shut about Artaxes, he had a little too intimate knowledge already.  He couldn't help but remember what it was like to kiss him after his big horsecock had cum all over his face and mouth.  The memory joined the smile at Utari's notably specific confession.  "Good for you Utari.  He's a pretty good guy."  When Asma asked his opinion, he stopped and blushed a little, thinking over his options.  "I'd have to say yes.  There are a few people actually," not settling on boys alone, and not quite ready to admit he wanted to try dating Zull right here, "I don't think I'm ready to go steady quite yet, this is the first time I've really been able to date, and I kind of want to have fun..." he admitted, trying not to sound like a player or slut.  Though he probably was the latter...  "That's not bad, is it, as long as everyone knows?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Day 51</span></span></div><br/>[Will 16+6 = 22, DC 20<br/>Gather information 11+15 = 26, DC 20<br/>Diplomacy 12+15 = 27, DC 15]<br/><br/>Elgazia's dreams hadn't bothered Kleris for days, but he still felt a nightly struggle and wondered how long this would plague him, or if it was inevitable he'd eventually succumb.  He put it aside for now, dressing and investigating the last names he'd found yesterday.  There were just the last few copies that had been distributed, not even from the ringleaders making duplicates, and it was simple to enough to convince them to relinquish the images.  Now with all of them accounted for (even collecting all the special edition trading cards), he put them in a trashcan and set a spark to them, destroying them as thoroughly as he could manage.  There was a small part sad to see them go, but knew it had to be done.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">First Primarch Arisad was in Professor Murrin's class, discussing how in Midgard the ley lines within the earth sometimes went through whole caverns, resulting in entire tunnel systems pulsing with pure magic.  By the time class ended the Allainian ruler and his shield guardians briefly stopped by Kleris.<br/><br/><em>Before your school leaves this plane I want to talk to you about your father.  Come to Bemmea tonight.</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>The lesson was very informative and interesting, a whole tunnel of magic to tap would have huge potential utility, but the silent request/command put a damper on it afterwards.  Learning what Arisad knew was the first important thing in his life, but it also seemed an obvious lure from the creepy leader.  It seemed time to call a meeting of, what was it?  The Conspiracy to Unearth Mordant's Secrets:  Zullinat, Rensha, Lillin, Aurturon, and Carson.  Though it seemed that CUMS was going to expand into Bemmea.<br/><br/>"I got a message from First Primarch Arisad.  He said before we leave the plane, he wants me to go to Bemmea to meet him, and he'd tell me about my father.  I know this is just a personal quest of mine, and you've already helped me before.  If anyone wants out, that is entirely reasonable.  It's probably a bad idea if you do help me.  I also probably shouldn't go into this alone, though.  If anyone is willing to help or back me up, well, that would put me at ease.  Though meeting an archmage in his own magical sigil-city is probably like meeting a dragon, only you can't see what's going to kill you..."  He paused, wondering if he was trying to be honest or talk himself out of this plan.  "Anyway, I want to see what he has to say, but having some sort of fail-safe seems prudent.  Just you all knowing is a good start, I don't think we have access to any other magical contingencies, unless we could steal a scroll of teleporting or telepathy or something...