Mistiel

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Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

@Ms Ravenwinter @Oraculum

The wood elf paused briefly as the feline rogue asked her opinion about tracks that the elf had spotted well before the latter had. She positively bristled at the supposedly unintended insult Yvah had just thrown at Ceria's own stealth skills by not thinking of HER as stealthy. She replied casually, "Those tracks were made by a mixture of merpeople and humanoids about an hour ago. I think the wetness of the footprints indicates that we are either headed into the sewers or some underground body of water. This makes sense if there are more merpeople. Though unless these are some very well-adapted merpeople, I'm surprised why they wouldn't abhor the sewers." She bit her lip in thought.

Ceria pressed her hands together in a small, inaudible clap to cut herself off from too much pondering. 'But that's not the point! I guess if you two are going in silent, Chip and I might as well!" She tucked Chip into her bag so he could peek out just barely from underneath the flap but was still reasonably safe from harm. Lowering her lithe petite figure into a crouch, she followed Araerys and Yvah down the steps, but kept a good ten feet or so behind them just in case they were ambushed so it would give Ceria more time to react. Before descending, however, Ceria looked over her shoulder toward Ulor and said, "If we do encounter any more merpeople in their natural habitat, I hope you have that octopus ready!" Without knowing whether or not the aloof geezer even heard her, she had turned toward the stairwell.

She used her natural elvish darkvision to constantly be sweeping as far ahead of her as she could for any glimpses of movement or danger. The elf also chose to hug the right wall as they descended. In her travels far and wide, she had heard a rumor that if you ever enter a labyrinth or maze, that if people always followed - and preferably kept in contact with - one wall, then they would never become lost. One quick glance to her right revealed a wall coated with slime and damp mold. She wrinkled her nose and continued on after her two compatriots, making sure to keep close to but not touch the wall whenever possible.

Mechanical Roly-Poleys

Survival: 16
Stealth: 15
Chip's Stealth: 15

Redwood Reform Academy

Love how Grey somehow read Micah's mind with those answers. o,O

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@LadyinInk

Micah appreciated the view as the teacher slid off the desk, went over to a bookcase and bent down to grab a book. It was funny how his lucky guess that she'd be teaching them Cartesian coordinates had been right. Fortunately or unfortunately, this was the only part about geography that Micah knew anything about. He lazily grabbed the school-provided notebook and pen that lay on each student's desk, flipped open to the first blank striped page, and scrawled the correct locations for seven out of eight coordinate pairs the teacher had up on her projector. The eighth one, as well as the questions about tides, were just about lost on him.

For the tide questions, he wrote: [i]"Tides are greatest at night and that means more water closest to beach. Tides are lowest at noonish and that means beached whales are fucked." He deliberated crossing out the expletive, but decided that he didn't care. Detention was nothing new to Mr. Jefferies.

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I'm new. Help me.

When I tapped the button labeled reply, it didn't say which post I was replying to.

@Cannon011

Lol I recommend you avoid Reddit like the plague then.

Welcome to the Guild! :)

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Micah

Micah divided his attention between listening for the seemingly spaced out geography teacher's next words and the growing clamor of students discussing the possibility of a party. Did his ears deceive him? A small smile played out on Micah's lips. Parties were his speciality. It didn't matter if he heard the exact room number. Micah was a diehard party animal at heart and he had the scent of potential liquor, hardcore console video games, and staying up all night jamming.

Naturally, there were ways around not being able to have overly loud music. If this party had Micah, it would no doubt find those ways with relative ease. No, not if it had him, when. He wondered if any of the kids had had any better luck sneaking dope in. He'd been practicing his mildly interested, "I'm really not high" face for the few excruciatingly sober weeks he had had before coming here. With the opportunity to partake again so unexpectedly close at hand, he found his palms moist and his breath hitching in anticipation. Wiping the offending sweaty digits dry with a double swipe on his excruciatingly stiff and uncomfortable uniform pants, he nonchalantly found himself straining his ears to pick up any details that might make Operation Party Bloodhound Mode slightly easier.

A Tip of the Hat

Y'know what they say: "One good tip deserves another."

@BushidoBantam

I ship it. :^)

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