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Takulu Ot, known as Teacher Ot among the students and faculty of the Magaambya, gathers the heroes together within the darkness of early dawn in the Indigo Hall, a building dedicated to agricultural and medicinal teachings. Teacher Ot is the heroes’ sponsor and holds responsibility for this group of initiates’ presences in the Magaambya.
As you look around you, you groggily notice the others gathered around in the dim morning light: a dewy elf, a rough-but-keen-looking dwarf, a wide-eyed goblin, a seemingly calm-and-collected human, and a handsome, yawning human. The Indigo Hall is a large building with an entire wall of clear glass looking into the heart of the Magaambya campus onto its central focal point: a large pool in a wide circle, lined with magic symbols of some importance you do not yet fathom. The cool smell of night still lingers over the campus, and a slight early morning chill clings to each of you.
Teacher Ot, a wizened looking man in teal and yellow robes, addresses the group with a welcoming warmth.
“Today,” he says,
“begins your growth within the world. What better place than in the Indigo Hall, the building dedicated to the tradition established by the magic warrior, Ibex? Their work was the foundation of many medicines we use to this day and have since shared with the rest of Golarion in one fashion or another.” He gestures at a still, mirrorlike pool in the circular plaza and sits on one of the four curving glass-blown benches surrounding the wide, ovular pool.
“Community is the cornerstone on which the Magaambya and Nantambu grow. Without our community, we have nothing and learn nothing,” he says.
“Today, you join our communities—both of this city and of our school. Learn from them; I guarantee they will learn from you in kind.” Teacher Ot hands each student a seeking bracelet, a magic bracelet made of teal beads with one slightly larger burgundy bead strung among each.
“We’ll have your first lesson today in my office in the Heron Archives, but before we do, I want you to meet your first community contact, the fisherwoman Alandri. Help her with whatever tasks she has this morning, then meet at my office at midday for your lesson. If you make a mess that you can’t clean up yourself, Alandri will summon me by crushing this red bead to tend to the issue." He looks at the heroes, making eye contact with each of you,
"Make sure that does not happen.”Teacher Ot begins to walk from the view of the overgrown plaza, looking behind him as if signaling to follow.
“You can find Alandri at her home a mile and half northwest of here, opposite the canals near Sharrowsmith’s Exports. She’ll be expecting you before the sun finishes rising. Off you go!” The teacher makes a waving motion with his hands as he quits the company of your party, probably on to other pressing matters before the day gets underway.
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Storyteller
Jenk: Leaning on your pitchfork, you look at the group of the five of you, weighing whether or not five makes a mob...
Fluer: For a moment, and only a moment, you felt a flash of something after your sponsor left you among your peers: your Teacher's face mottled in distress, writhing in pain, and darkness...
Alwin: As you look up at the sky, you get an unnerving feeling. Like you could suddenly fall up forever and ever; the sky is so expansive in the nominally warm sun of Nantambu, wholly foreign from the time you spent in the bowels of Golarion...
Vasimiri: When Teacher Ot disappears, your gaze rises to the waking birds flying overhead. You remember hearing something about how sighting an odd-numbered flock in the twilight hours is a bad omen, and in the back of your mind you hear a still, small voice cry out. It could have been the birds' call, but deep down you know who it was... don't you?
Tylo: With a dawning realization, you are suddenly aware that you're actually doing this. Normally you wander, but now you've enrolled in a magical college. Could you be putting down roots? It might even cause you to shudder at the thought...
Take this time to orient yourselves. You have a moment to breathe, to greet your fellow initiates, to get your bearings in the still dark Magaambya.Respond