CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

Arcadia smacked her forehead when the create water spell caused water to go nearly everywhere. She pulled out one of the buckets the guild gave her and cast the spell in it.

This pamphlet is very fascinating! Frankly Cece likes it a lot more than that damned create water baloney... "A leetle luck 'ere or there changes eet all.. the right place, the right time, no?" She thinks about a talentless hack swiping the shoes from a beautiful young woman with her entire career in front of her.. and of that beautiful young woman finding a stomping moron whose boots were a perfect fit. Maybe not copper, but the ideas the same and there's something hopeful about that. Damn! Still gotta find some broken glass..

"I 'ave to run, I steel 'ave so many theengs to do... thank you so much, an' I weesh you well. I 'ope we meet again!"

Normin

Pugeot Gilgamesh's offended air returns, but he grudgingly directs his secretary to give Normin directions to the Applied Magic building.

The Applied Magic building is a broad squat marble building. Inside are narrow hallways with door markings like "Lecture Hall 2" "Elemental Lab 5" or "Gelatinous Cube Closet 9"

Big Hat Normin is greeted by Intensity Brown, Dean of Applied Magic, an elderly human woman surrounded by Grad Students who-- while appearing young compared to her-- don't seem to have a soul under 60 among them.

"Fine to meet you!" She says. "Glad the Mayor finally got this Firefight'n business off the ground! We delivered her Alarmstones three weeks ago, I thought she was going to expire in office before I heard anything new about it."

Arcadia

Arcadia fetches a bucket, and tries the spell again, but this time nothing at all happens. Then she remembers that the pamphlet said it would only work once every 10 minutes.

She waits patiently 9 more minutes, and tries again. This time she manages to catch most of it in the bucket, although her face and neck still get splashed.

She examines the results, and guesses that she would have to repeat the spell a total of 5 or 6 times to fill the bucket all the way up-- very disappointing compared to what was advertised, but certainly not useless.

None Of You See

The afternoon has been slowly passing by. It is about 3:00 pm now. The hottest part of the day is past, and the sun is gently beginning to sink.

Somewhere in the city, a curl of black smoke twists up from a rooftop. None of you see it yet. Not even the people in now-smouldering the building see it yet-- but they will soon.

Normin hrms when passing by the Gelatinus Cube closet.. They could use one of those for janitorial services.

He tips his hat to the dean, "Well met, Madam Brown. We've not begun to use your alarms, but it's a novel invention none of the less. I suppose I should cut to the chase, but what of the prospect of a second central stone which can notify the alarmstones of intruders that break into the headquarters?"

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Kailyn continues to waltz around the area, completely oblivious to absolutely everything. Eventually deciding it's time to get some rest, he heads back towards Temple District.

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Being from the third world, I reserve the right to speak in the third person.

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Cece heads back to the dumpster to pick up her stuff and take it back to the station.

Sharn, satisfied with the bunks the way they are for now, marches down towards the others, her paranoid delusions beginning to once again take hold.
"Who has the key to this place? We should have copies made," she barked.

Normin

Dean Intensity Brown considers Big Hat Normin's request. "Integrating a new stone into the network is a big project, and I don't think I could get it done in less than a week, but if you are simply worried about intruders, I could send one of my grad students back with you now, and they could set up some wards and alarmtraps tonight. "

Kailyn

Kailyn finds three people inside his apartment.

Ursula is poking around the kitchen. A small orc boy is sitting at the table near Commander Bibbles' cage. He is wearing a school uniform, and giant thick-lensed glasses.

"I told my son you promised chocolate cake!" Says Ursula with a grin.

In the other room, Piter Strifeshock has an easel set up, and he is painting a picture of the view through the windows in Kalar's bedroom.

"Did you decorate this place, Count Kandel?" He asks without looking up from his work. "Your sense of space and texture are impeccable! ... but I will have to alter a few of the colors in this representation"

Cece

Cece finds her things in the dumpster. A bucket of potato peelings and an empty glass jug with goat's milk residue have been added to the stash.

Nobody Notices

The curl of smoke grows stronger, but it is still a tiny thing. Nobody notices it yet.

There is one person watching it. But "notice" is the wrong word to describe looking at a thing you created yourself.

Kailyn bows to everyone and says, "Greetings! And yes, I absolutely did promise chocolate cake. Give me but a moment to prepare, and I shall begin making some."

To Piter, he says, "Well, to be honest, I would say most of it is my work, but I did build on what was here, so I can't call it all my own. Either way though, great to see you here, I look forward to a long and prosperous relationship between us!"

With that, Kailyn will head into his kitchen to make the cake.

One note though, the Commander would be locked in Kailyn's private study, so not accessible unless they picked the lock or broke the door down.

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Before Normin finally makes his way on his supportive cane to embark across the campus, he stops then his hat turns to indicate his redirection. He asks, "Oh, and one more thing.."

He gazes to the dusty bookshelves, "You wouldn't happen to have an entry level spell book I could borrow, would you? I just need to expand my own repertoire, nothing I need to keep."

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"A fair compromise. I grant you my thanks." He then considers, "I suppose this requires some monetary compensation, hmm?"

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

"Mondieu! Who would throw away a perfectly good bucket?" Cece wonders if this is a sign that she will be needing a second bucket before the night is through. And the glass jug... talk about divine providence! She coils the rope around herself, dumps the torches into the bucket and sets off for headquarters, looking quite a sight.

Kailyn

What Kailyn prepares is not technically a cake, it is a "torte", conventional baking being impossible in the Unburning, but nobody would possibly complain about the distinction.

The chocolate torte is exquisite. Ursula wolfes down her slice. Her son savours his piece thoughtfully.

Piter says "I can't eat while I am inspired" before anyone even offers him any

"I am going to take Marvog home now" says Ursula. "Thanks for the cake! You are a real gentleman! I'm going to go see this 'Headquarters' place later in the evening. Maybe see you there."

"The cake was delicious Count Kailyn" says Marvog

Normin

("The Student Store is on the ground floor" said the Assistant Headmaster petulantly)

"No compensation required" says Intensity Brown with a smile. "The warding will be done by students for course credit" and she quickly clarifies, "Advanced students of course, not freshmen"

"Stop by any time!"

Kailyn cleans up the dishes and does the washing up. When all that's done, he'll take off his armor and cape, readying himself for bed. Despite it only being the afternoon. He'll glance at what Piter is painting, then head out onto the balcony (there's a balcony, right? If not, the window.) for some fresh air and sunlight while he eats the last slice of torte.

Funny thing, I actually just tried making a torte yesterday, and it was while making it I realized that that's prolly what Kailyn would have to make because of the lack of fire, hehe.

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Arcadia

At Headquarters, and in possession of the key. Being accosted by Sharn about the key

Normin

Finishing his discussion with Intensity Brown, Dean of Applied Magic

Caldon

Was present at the Sausage Party at the Unlucky Thrush. Recieved his 5 gold from Lady Kari, but Mogri has not specified whether Caldon joined the others at Headquarters to learn the Pamphlet spell, or did something else. You can be wherever you wish right no with no problems.

Cece

Walking back to Headquarters from the Smokefields

Ebald

In Old Bakak, payed his taxes, and decided not to open a bank account just yet.

Evangeline

Avoided Aveil, now sitting on a bench in the Mayor's Park in Old Bakak

Kailyn

Standing on his balcony in Temple Hill, wearing a silky kimono and eating chocolate torte

Petrol

Leaving Judge Sig's office in Old Bakak

Sharn

At Headquarters, Demanding that Arcadia (and possibly Caldon) make copies of the key.

The Bucket

In Headquarters, but nobody is using it. I'm gonna say it is probably just sitting on the floor by the Alarmstones right now

The Current Time

It is a little after 3 in the afternoon.

"And where is everybody?" Sharn continues before answered. They had all just been given a mansion and most of the others didn't even bother to see it. They were all rich snobs, Sharn almost thought to herself. Then she saw Acardia sitting there. She was one of the fanciest in the group and she was here. That took away almost all of her bluster. Sharn milled about. She had nothing else planned for the day other then fortify her bed and get high, and the bunks already seemed more fortified then she was used to. Sharn decided she'd wait at least a little while before getting into her lazyleaf stash.