[D&D-5e] Mysteries of Bleakhaven Prep School

[Arthilian01]

I'm waiting until I have at least 10 complete apps and beyond.

[purplerook]

For any who are interested, I added another couple of RP/Story segments to Jia.

[Stonk]

Application Name: Mason Freeling Race: Wraith Personality: Mason is a bit socially awkward in a way that he has been home schooled for most of his life by his very religious family. He has been told that he is a curse, and that he is a product of the 'devil' and he believes it. He spends a lot of time online because he is terrified of going outside in public. When he gets to know people he will open up, he can be kind and charming, in his own way, or vengeful and mean spirited to his enemies. He certainly does not want to be at the school, but given his circumstances and opportunities Bleakhaven is the best place for him. Appearance: Mason is an albino, or so he appears. His wraith background has given him an almost translucent skin and extremely blue eyes. But unlike many people with albinism he has perfect eyesight. His hair is stark white and very frail. His style could be considered hipster, or angsty teen. He is average height, and svelt, and is faster than he looks.   Mason's parents tried as long as they could to keep their family curse from Mason. But even at a young age he could tell that he was so different from other kids. As a toddler his parents had to keep a close eye on him because he could fly, and pass through walls, this made it very difficult to take him anywhere because finding him was impossible. This isolation had it's problems and Mason lashed out as a child, it was hard to contain him because if he grabbed a hold of anyone other than his parents he could drain their life from them. This made it finding a baby sitter very difficult. Therefore, Mason lived at home, a Christian home in Suburbia Middle America. He was schooled in the family curse, something about his great great great (keep going) grandfather Tobias Freeling making a deal with the devil for mortality and that undeath that passed from generation to generation was his reward. Mason didn't care about the history, he only cared that he carried the curse. Why him he would always think, he only wanted to be a normal kid, one that could interact with other people without risk of killing them. Eventually, as he grew older Mason learned that he could manifest his powers at will, which helped him a little as he no longer drained the very soul from everyone touched but he still found that when anger took over he lost control of his power. Something that he hopes Bleakhaven can help him with. Mason's parents were contacted by Alexander Emberscarr about admission to Bleakhaven and despite their religious reservations they felt it was time for Mason to get out of the house, for all of their sake. At 15 Mason was finally free from his parents but now a ward of Bleakhaven Preparatory School, and he was nervous as hell.   So many people, I need to hide. Mason thought to himself as he stepped onto the campus. He looked at his parents who were doing the criss cross apple sauce mumbo jumbo that Catholics do to ward off evil. He had a feeling that wouldn't work here. He hugged his parents, who, for all their faults he loved dearly and knew they hoped that this school could 'cure' him. He clutched his backpack and pulled on the handle of his luggage and walked into his dormitory for the second time. He entered his dormitory room, he had been here a month ago for a tour, and knew that his bunk was on the left side. He quickly unpacked his belongings and began to explore. He wasn't sure if he would have a room mate or not, there was another bed but it was empty, no sheets, or pillows at all. He really hoped that he would be alone. He sat in his room for a time but quickly grew bored. He had never been to school before, he thought he should look around. He left the dorms and headed into the court yard, he was pleasantly surprised that nobody here was shocked or even gave him a second glance. Though he was pretty sure that most of the kids here had gifts like his own, and some even put them on display outside. He smiled to himself, maybe this wouldn't be that bad. He made his way to the library. It was huge, larger and nicer than any public library he had been too. He bgan to browse the stacks when he ran into a girl his age. He made eye contact and immediately regretted it as she smiled at him and walked over. He began to sweat more than he had ever done before in his life, his heart raced and he felt trapped. She stood infront of him and said, "Hi there, I am Grace, you must be new here, I haven't seen you before." Mason choked on his own voice and croaked, "Yes, I just got here today." He felt like his heart was going to explode. He thought that she must be able to tell how uncomfortable he is right now and that only made him sweat more. "You are going to like it here at Bleakhaven, at first it will seem all weird but you will get used to it." She reaches out her hand to shake his, and meekly extended his hand and cringed silently when she shook it, embarrassed at how wet and clammy his hand must have been. He was surprised at how warm her hand was, it almost seemed like his sweat evaporated before their skin touched. He was happy at how nice she was but all he wanted was to get out of there. She continued talking to him about the school and turned to put a book back in the stacks when he took his chance. "Later tonight in the quad there is a meet and greet you should...." He passed though the books in ethereal form and bolted to his dormitory, passing through every wall he could. He came to his room, thankfully there was no roommate. He tried to catch his breath after his first encounter with a girl that wasn't his family and collapsed on the bed, That's enough outside for today. As he started to calm down he heard the key to his door unlock, Oh no, could today get any worse?

[Crocodile]

App is done.

[cookieyummy]

I just realized that there is already a wraith application. I hope that is ok, I don't want to challange anybody for a spot

Application Name: Aliyah Brooks aka "Emily Johnson" Race: Wraith Personality: Aliyah has always been an introvert. That doesn't mean that she doesn't like people, in fact she like to hang out with her friends and is in general a friendly and open person but she often needs to spend some of her little free time alone, preferably playing her violine or dancing on her own. Then she can completly relax and get a break from herself and her perfectionism which is otherwise always nagging in the back of her mind. No matter what she does, she won't settle for anything less than perfection. Maybe, if she is good enough her parents will finally be proud of her. This is also the reason why she trained so hard to become a professional dancer. She has a strong will and once she set her mind on something, she will follow through no matter what gets in her way. But while her strive for perfection has got her quiet far it has also made herself more judgmental towards other people although she usually judges herself most of all. Ever since her death the curse started to influence Aliyah's behaviour. She gets more easily irritated with people, sometimes even to the point of hating everyone around her just for being alive while she isn't. This hate urges her to hurt others so when this happens she locks herself away, even though she knows that it doesn't actually help. Her newly awoken powers are still unstable and gaining control over them is the only reason she agreed to attend Bleakhaven. She believes that her parents wanted to get rid of her because she got difficult and didn't fit into their life anymore, leaving her very hurt and being negative towards going to New York. In the end she has no choice but to go since there is nothing left for her in the UK and a litte part of her still hopes that she will find some new meaning far away from home. Appearance: At first glance Aliyah looks like a normal girl, maybe a bit short for her age. Years of ballet resulted in her being very slender and well trained as well as giving her movements a certain grace and posture. When she is not training she likes to keep her long dark-brown curls open, allowing them to frame her almost doll-like face. She always tries her best to dress properly, prefering pastel colors since she likes contrast to her more tanned skin as well as keep the rest of her appearance well kempt. If you look closer though you can see the marks death left on her. Her caramel eyes have a tinge of red to them and when she's angry they almost seem to glow crimson. Her skin, despite being naturally darker appears to be translucent and in generell her face looks more sunken-in. Luckily it's nothing that can't be fixed with a bit of make-up and glamor. Backstory: Aliyah grew up in the suburbs of London where she lived with her parents and her two older brothers. Her father had a good job at a well-known bank, a fact he was very proud of and he made sure that he raised his children to become even more successful than he was. On the other hand her mother was quiet overprotective of their children. She would never admit it openly but a lot of children of the Brooks' clan never made it into adulthood and she wanted to make sure that her children would not suffer the same fate. While both of her brothers excelled at school the young girl always got average grades and no matter how hard she worked she could never reach her siblings' achievments. The only thing she was really good at was ballet. From a very young age the Brooks' had enrolled their children for a couple of activities and Aliyah had quickly fallen in love with dancing and music. Sadly her strict parents didn't see ballet as a viable career path for their daughter and never took her childhood dream of becoming a ballerina seriously. But the young girl had a strong will so for years she trained really hard, always having her goal in mind: one day she wants to be a principle dancer at the Royal Ballet. If she could manage to become part of such a prestigious theater her parents will be proud of her as well for sure. For years her life mostly consisted of school and training with only little time for hanging out with friends although this time was always very precious to her. That one fateful night she had visited her best friend. Since none of her family members had time to pick her up she took the bus home despite her parents telling her to wait. On the way from the bus stop a car suddenly left the street and ran the young girl over. Instead of stopping and calling the ambulance the driver, probably scared by what had happend, just drove away. When Aliyah was finally found it was already too late, she had died. If asked today Aliyah cannot tell how much time has passed until she woke up again in her bedroom at home. First she thought it had just been a dream but when she reached for her phone her hand phased right through it. Her mother, who came to check on her after hearing her shriek explained to the shocked girl that their family is cursed and that every family member who dies of unnatural causes comes back as an undead spirit. It had taken her parents a lot of money, glamor and favors to stage a proper burial since Aliyah had alread been officially declared dead before they learned about the accident so they had to play along even though they knew she would come back at some point. Over the next weeks Aliyah had to come to terms with the fact that her life like she had known it was gone for good and that there is no way of getting it back while also getting used to her new abilities like flying and phasing through objects. She got more and more frustrated and sometimes even hated her family and everyone else who could continue their life while she had lost everything and could never lead a normal life anymore so she isolated herself even more. Most of all she hated the driver who robbed her of everything and she vowed to herself that she will find them one day. The problems grew by the day, resulting in a lot of arguments between the young girl and her family and when one fight with her brother ended in her almost killing him by accident her father decided it has been enough and enrolled her at Bleakhaven. He organized her a new identity and send her off to the US where she should learn to contol her powers without interfering with the Brook's life too much.   "You are sending me away?" It's the only thing Aliyah can get out after starring at the brochure in her hand for what feels like hours. "I have done a lot of research. Bleakhaven is a school with an exceptional reputation and they are specialized on accommodating children with special needs like yourself. I'm certain they will be able to help you deal with your ... condition." Thomas Brooks explains to his daughter matter-of-factly, his voice as calm as ever. Her eyes are still glued to the paper. A condition. He always called it a condition. She didn't know being dead counts as a condition nor that you can learn how to cope with it. "Maybe they can but they are located in New York. That's basically on the other side of the world." The young girl is still in shock and her hands start to shake slightly. "I know, it's perfect for a fresh new start. I have already arranged everything. Your flight is leaving tomorrow night." He brushes her objection aside as he reaches her a folder. Now finally being able to tear her eyes of the Bleakhaven brochure she looks at her father questioningly before opening it. Inside she findes a bunch of documents, one of which is a passport and a plane ticket. All of them belong to a certain Emily Johnson. "What is that?" she stammers nervously. "These are your new documents of course. You will need them, after all your old ones will no longer be valid." Aliyah is speechless. Like always her father had thought of everything, he even gave her a completly new name. But he didn't count her in. "But I am not Emily Johnson." she says, slowly getting out of her shock. "And I don't want to go to this school full of freaks." Her disbelief turns to anger and she glares at her father. "Aliyah Brooks, watch your tongue. You will go to Bleakhaven, this is not up for debate. Staying here is not an option and you know that." "Why not? Because I don't fit into your picture perfect life anymore? Having your dead daughter roam around your house is surely not something you boast about in front of your collegues." Something inside the young girl snaps. Fueled by his obvious ignorance she almost spits the words at her father, not noticing herself floating higher and higher with every word she says. "Just admit it, you want to get rid of me so you can live your normal life again." It isn't fair, it's not her fault that some ******* ran her over and than cowardly left her to die. She has lost everything and how he wants to take the last thing she has left. He didn't even leave her her last name. At this point it is pure hatred that is burning in her chest. What gave him the right to be alive when she isn't? He should suffer the same way she does. Slowly she flys towards her father, her eyes glowing deep red and her face is twisted in hate. "Aliyah, stop this right now. This is ridiculous. Aliyah!" Thomas Brooks tries to keep his posture but for a second there is a flash of fear in his eyes. And it is this fear that rips Aliyah out of her rage. It is the same fear she had seen in Bryan's eyes right before she almost killed him. Horrified she floats down and takes a couple of steps back, her eyes reverting back to their normal color. What did just happen? The young girl cannot bring herself to look at her father and before either of them can say anything she turns around and leaves the room quickly. She tries to close the door behind her but she is in a complete turmoil and her hand phases right through the handle so she flees to her room instead. Inside Aliyah throws herself on the bed, burrying her face into her pillows. What did she just do? Did she really just want to attack her own father? Tears are now running down her face. How can she be such a monster? Just then she realizes that she still clutches the brochure of Bleackwell. Her father is right, she cannot stay here, she is a danger to everyone around her. After all of this New York didn't sound like such a bad idea anymore.

[voodoozombie]

Name: Sally McMander
Race: Salamander
Personality: She might look like a 15 year old human, but she’s still a Salamander and she knows it. She also possesses the mentality and attitude of her species. While she desires power, Sally knows she just can’t go out and conquer those weaker than her. So she has to settle with academic conquest. If she can be the best at everything then the others will fall in behind her and become her followers.

However her destructive impulses are something altogether. Sally knows that she can’t go around burning down buildings or the nearby wooded areas and dance around the smoldering, chard remains. So instead Sally makes large camp fires and dance among the flames. She also enjoys setting small fires with whatever she can find. If she isn’t able to any of those things then she just lights up one of the many lighters she carries and places her hand over the flame. Or catch small things on fire.

While Sally is usually cheerful and social, she can also be quick of temper. If she starts to get irritated with something or someone, an intense heat starts to emanate from her body. And if she is angered she just wants to burn whatever angered her. Or cheerful burn whatever angered her and then dance on the burning remains.

Appearance: Sally is a typical Goth teenager. She's always wearing black, black…everything. Clothing, finger nails, toe nails, lip stick, eye shadow, everything. Except her hair which is a bright flaming red, almost like actual fire itself. It’s hard to tell if that red is natural or not but if one looks closely at it, her hair almost seems like it’s … flickering… like there’s a fire dancing around in it. And her yellow eyes glow like a pair of lighted candles.

 

Sally’s parents sent her to Bleakhaven Preparatory School for Gifted Youth. They were worried when Sally reached puberty. She started to display the classic behaviors of their species. Especially her fascination with fire and her tendencies to want to burn everything down or burn everyone up that angered her. And that was starting to draw a lot of unwanted attention to Sally and her family.

Her parents had given her ‘the talk’ when she was old enough to understand. They told her what she was really was and why it was important to stay hidden. Her parents had hoped that telling her the truth would make the transition into human society easier for her when she got older. And it was working. Then puberty set in and the Salamander in Sally came out. It was much stronger then what her parents had experienced. As she got older she was starting to become too hard to handle. They needed help.

Luckily Mom and Dad knew what to. They themselves had attended Bleakhaven when same thing happened to them when they started to mature. Now it was Sally’s turn to attend the very same school. Since her parents are formal students it was easy to get Sally in. Mon and Dad packed her into their car and headed to New York, straight to Bleakhaven Preparatory School for Gifted Youth. Sally’s parents dropped her off at the front gates of the School, told her they love her and to keep in touch with them and drove off, leaving her where she stood. As Sally cheerfully waved good bye to her parents, visions of the School behind her engulfed in flames danced through her head……

 

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[Desteplo]

Posting interest

 

I’m thinking - Tiefling (succubus’s son/daughter) with an adjusted spell list
Friends
Charm person
Alter self

[Touketsu]

Application Name:Jude Carrington Race: Fire Elemental Appearance: Standing at 5’ 11”, Jude is of slightly above-average height. He’s skinny, but wears a lot of dark and baggy clothing, so it’s hard to tell his exact build. Jude also has gauges in his ears, and a black baseball cap that he wears most of the time over his messy, dark brown hair. Jude has bright green eyes and slightly tanned skin. His eyes have been known to glow like embers when he’s really focused on something, and when Jude gets upset, this effect intensifies, with small amounts of flame sometimes even erupting from under his skin.   Personality: Jude is the furthest thing from a social butterfly, to the point where many assume him to be a misanthrope. While not entirely false, the reality is simply that Jude has never really learned how to socialize or manage his feelings. Having dealt with bullying most of his life, his tendency with new people will be to keep them at arm’s length until they’ve earned his trust. Jude often puts his emotions into his primary hobby, which is art; drawing absentmindedly in various sketchbooks he keeps with him, or playing the guitar. Playing guitar in particular has become one of his favorite things to do in his downtime because it serves as a great outlet for dealing with whatever’s bothering him, putting all his energy into the music. He doesn’t tend to play in front of other people though, the exception being his mother. He also smokes, though typically not in front of his mother, even though she likely suspects. Jude’s disposition is somewhat due to his struggle with anger issues. He generally tries to remain calm at all times, but those who press the wrong buttons will see an ugly and explosive side to him. Above all else, Jude REALLY doesn’t like bullies.   Backstory: Jude was born in Yorkshire, raised by his mother. Jude’s father walked out on them when he was very young, and while Jude barely remembers anything about the man, he’s satisfied with keeping it that way. While Jude always felt a little different from other kids, he was never really sure why, though he learned quickly that he didn’t really fit in with them. He didn’t care about sports or being popular, and he spoke his mind instead of keeping his head down, which made him a target. One particularly challenging incident came shortly after his 8th birthday. A physical altercation resulted in Jude nearly burning the building down, and his mother realized he was physically maturing at a rate where she could no longer hide what they were. It took time for Jude to accept, but he found it easier to adjust to than what followed, as the family of two were forced to flee their home for fear of being discovered following the fire. Too many witnesses had seen young Jude’s... condition. And so, they moved to America, where the boy began the path to controlling his secret self. Keeping it from others wasn’t much of a problem; he was even more of an outsider than before, so nobody paid too close of attention to him. The only problem came when kids messed with him... a few close calls, but Jude eventually developed a hardness that allowed him to ignore jeers and taunts long enough to get away and vent. When that didn’t work, he would smoke to take the edge off, or throw himself into a creative project; anything to siphon off some of what he was feeling. The only person Jude felt even slightly close to was his mother, and while they shared a deep bond of trust, she was a single working mom; barely home, and usually tired. Jude had to learn to be independent... or at least pretend he was.   RP Sample: Jude stood, slightly perplexed, underneath the metal archway forming the gate into his new school campus. The long walk up to the main building gave the campus a rather grand, noble feel to it that Jude wasn't particularly accustomed to. Maybe from some documentary on royals, but certainly not from his institutes of "education." It didn't much put him at ease... but then, Jude's stomach had been doing somersaults ever since he'd agreed to go to this place. 'Not that Mom needs to know. She's got enough on her plate... it's for the best I finally get out of her hair. One less problem for everyone.' As a particularly large student shoved past Jude, he became aware of how in the way he currently was. Shooting the guy a dirty look, he slid off to the side of the gate on the outer edge of the venerable-looking brick wall, resting his back against it. Jude sighed and reached into his pocket for his cigarettes. 'Where did I... come on. Is it in the other pocket?' A few more moments of fruitless rummaging. '... piss. Mom must have found them.' He reached back into the side pouch of his bag, feeling around momentarily. '... aaaaand the lighter. 'Course.' Jude reached up and rubbed his temples, sighing. Frustration aside, he was almost impressed with his mother for not saying a thing about it before dropping him off. Maybe she thought it would be funnier for him to discover it on his own. Some kind of lesson? Who knew. "Well now, you planning to hide out here all morning, or are you going to come in for school?" Jude looked up in the direction of the voice; it was coming from a somewhat burly man in gym clothes. One of the faculty? Jude remained slouched against the wall, though he lowered his hands to his sides and uneasily locked eyes with the man, who had begun walking toward him. "Sorry if I startled you; you ARE one of the new students here for orientation, correct?" He was smiling. Jude wasn't, but that wasn't really anything personal. His last gym teacher had been a massive dick, and anyway, Jude didn't much take to strangers who approached so carelessly. Standing up straight, he faced the man and gave a small nod. "Er... yeah. Yes..." He wasn't sure what the point of this conversation was. Was he late for something? Seemed like there were still people flocking in. "... you're a teacher then?" The man's smile widened a little. "Correct, I instruct P.E. and health classes. You can call me Mr. Baxter." For a few awkward moments, Jude expected him to reach out for a big manly handshake, but luckily that wasn't the case. "Mr. Baxter... right then." Neither one of them moved. "... I'm uh... John." 'Why am I lying? He's just going to find out eventually anyway.' "John...?" "... yup." "..." "..." "Good to meet you John. Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Bleakhaven Preparatory School for Gifted Youth. I doubt it's going to be quite like any place you've ever been to before. You'll have a lot on your plate, but... by the end of it, our hope is that you realize your full potential. Fully realize yourself. Be the best you can be, both as an individual, and as part of the society we call home." Mr. Baxter reached out and gave Jude a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning back toward the gate, walking toward it to begin his own day. "Don't stay out here too long. The first step of your new journey is right through these gates John!" Jude watched him drop out of sight beyond the wall, shaking his head. 'That was... well. Whatever it was.' Jude reached up and pulled off his cap, reaching around the inside of the brim before pulling out a single, tucked away cigarette. Leaning back up against the wall, he lifted it to his lips. 'Fully realize myself... be the best I can be?' Jude snapped his fingers, and a small burst of flame shot out of his index finger, lighting the tip of the cigarette. Jude took a long drag from it, looking up at the blue sky and slowly releasing the smoke up into the air above him. 'Not sure that's such a great idea.'

[Sureia]

Quick question. Are we rolling up a whole sheet right now or will that be given to us?

Name: Declan Callaghan
Race: Werebear

Personality: A stranger in a strange land, Declan is easy going generally speaking, but having been raised and educated in Ireland, he can come off as abrasive at times. Clever, but not exactly book smart, he's a fan of physical activity and a good book, but this city life stuff is driving him to distraction. Nobody's first foray into independence should begin in New York.

Appearance:

 

A big lad from a family of big lads, Declan went through the Dwayne Johnson school of puberty and sticks out like a sore thumb among his peers, not helped by his love of hurling and rugby. Fond of dressing functionally rather than fashionably, he'll never look like he comes from money or even up to date.

Backstory: Born and raised in turf country on the Galway/Mayo border, Declan is the second child and first son of five children from a farming family. While mucking about with cows, sheep, horses and farm machinery allowed his parents; Diarmuid and Aoife, to blend in with passable ease, it wasn't a life that lent itself to sustaining a large family, and they wanted a large family. Both knew from experience that home schooling could only teach a person so much, and while children were easy enough to cover for when they were young and living in the back of beyond, things tended to get more complicated once puberty and hormones got thrown into the mix. Not a lot of bears in rural Ireland, after all, so any screw ups would attract notice.

Not that this worried them over much: their first two cubs were rugged, healthy children and built like a pair of brick outhouses from a young age. Certain professions and generations are full of socially awkward oddballs that later analysis might apply some kind of disorder to, so they blended right in. They went through primary education, played sports, made kind of friends, terrorized each other... All the things young siblings should do. But while puberty was kind, after a fashion, to his older sister Mary, Declan sprouted like a weed and filled out like it was nobody's business, to the point where questions might be asked. Couple this with testosterone racing through a burgeoning young man's system and you have a recipe for disaster.

They kept a lid on it, mostly, and Declan took to physical sports as an outlet, but it couldn't last, and they looked for other solutions, coming across an application for Bleakhaven online during one particularly desperate search. He qualified for admission, and while he wasn't exactly sure about this, his parents were insistent. In spite of his protestations he was packed up with all the provisions you could bring on a long haul flight, and shipped off with an Irish Mammy's oppressive love.

One uncomfortable flight and an even less comfortable bus journey later, he was at Bleakhaven and feeling pessimistic about his chances.

RP Sample:

"What's this?"

He raised the letter he'd been handed, skimming it briefly while his parents, sat opposite him at the big kitchen table, looked on. His father pushed his dinner plate away, taking a sip of scalding tea and scratched absently at his beard.

"It's a letter."

"I can see that, Dad," Declan deadpanned, frowning.

"Be more specific next time, then," his father said, grinning.

"You've been accepted," his mother said, intervening, "to Bleakhaven."

"In New York," Declan deadpanned again.

"Yes," both parents said in unison, then shot each other a cute smile.

Declan cleared his throat and looked at the letter again, embarrassed. While he loved his parents dearly, he didn't know what to do when they got into their in jokes and flirting, so he made a dash for safety. Sadly safety was a very worry letter informing him that he was going to school in some posh, proddy school in America with a load of Yanks. When he'd thought about moving to the city he'd always envisioned Cork or Dublin. This... This was something else. As if reading his mind, his father spoke up.

"I know it seems far, Dec, but it's a good school, you know? There aren't a lot of places where you can be yourself, if ya get me."

"I do, Dad, I just..."

"I know."

His mother reached across and grabbed his hand.

"It'll be an adventure, and you'll only be a Skype call away."

He looked at the letter, then around at the photos on the kitchen walls.

"Yeah... Yeah."

[Arthilian01]

@Sureia: I will be giving you that stat block per your monster choice once you are chosen for the game. You won't have to worry about gear, money, stats, etc. I'll be providing you with everything you need since this is a unique setting.

[Sureia]

Alright. Thanks!

[Touketsu]

Aaaaaaaaaaaand done with Jude. Lemme know if you have any notes.

[cookieyummy]

Alright, it took longer than I wanted it to but Aliyah is finally done now

[voodoozombie]

Should have Sally done by tonight!!!! Just tweaking the write up now.

[Arthilian01]

I will be updating the player list tonight and the selection may happen soon. With my Co-GM and I each running a group, we will be choosing our players for the day class and night class instead of the initial plan I had in mind.