[D&D-5e] Strixhaven: Academy for the Gifted

[savoylen]

Teaser "I'll ask you as many questions as I need to," the Invigilator replied. He was a tall male, heavy set compared to humans but actually normal for his species. The pupiless eyes could have been seen as heartless or cruel but there was no hint of that in his voice. If anything, his tone could be described as clerical. The Invigilator looked down at the young man, what was left of him anyway. Much of his right shoulder and arm was bound up so tight to stop the flow of blood, that it would have to be cut away having necrotized. His legs had large open wounds but those might heal given enough time and magic. The burns, most likely from electrical discharges would most definitely scar. But it was his shaken, angry voice that betrayed his fear. "What kind of school ports its students in the middle of the.. whatever that was?" One of the medics was pulling an arrow from the young man's back as the other was closing wounds with magical bonds." I mean, I just met those guys but none of them deserved to die just to get in... to, a school." He grunted in pain as another arrow was removed. The Invigilator looked down at a scroll as magical runes lifted off the page as they rearranged themselves then settling back down on the paper. "Cohort 1037192022... One Remi of the Grey Mountain, Danelle of Storywell, G'Or'Gek of Barron's Siege, Janel of Waterdeep, oh, there you are, Ferral of Belfast." He looked down this time with compassion at the young man. "I'm sorry for what happened to your Cohort on your Journey to Strixhaven but you misunderstood your Acceptance Letter. " The Invigilator continued, "That was an invitation to apply, not a promise of acceptance. Your first test was to work with your cohort to make it to the Hall of the Masters in the Bibloplex - no one makes it into, much less out of, Strixhaven without help - in this case, your Cohoart. No one. " Something akin to horror combined with pain filled the young-man's eyes. "You mean... after all that... I'm not?" Ferral looked down the wooded area just beyond where the two were. There was a grand arch that led to a wide lane which served as a main thoroughfare down the middle of the University. It was as if the deep and harsh wood in which they now stood had just suddenly parted, opening into a shinning paradise. Ferral was on the wrong side. The Invigilator held out his hand, "Your Invitation Token, please. " Ferral held out a large, metal coin. One side bore the image of a dragon with its body and tail wrapping around its circumference representing the Founding Dragons of the University. It was said that they used their magical connection with the multiverse to find and select potential students for the university - as well as their considerable social network. The other side of the coin bore the Strixhaven sigil. It was a hint of things to come. Eventually, each student would bare their own university talisman - the symbol of their status. One side would show their personal sigil - earned, approved, and granted by their university as they became Forth Years. The other side would bear the University Sigil. Each "Fourth" would create their own masterwork as it would be their final exam before leaving this place. That is if you could make it that far. Ferral looked at the Strixhaven Gate - the Gate if the Initiate. Once he handed over this admissions token, passing through that gate would mean certain death due to the ancient wards protecting the University grounds. Looking down at his wounds and thinking back to his fallen cohort, perhaps that sigil always meant death. The Invigilator seemed to sense his deeper pain or perhaps he had just seen that look so many times before that he knew what it meant. He placed a knowing and gentle hand on Ferral's head. As he did fractal swirls of multicolored energy formed in the space around the two even as Ferral's eyes filled with with ink-black energy until they were featureless. "You will not remember your journey here my young friend. You will find yourself at home, feeling safe, feeling rested. You remember a journey to the large trading town of your realm where you defended newly befriended travel companions who all survived due to your valiant efforts. You have feelings of confidence and pride of that day. You know that your future is bright and full." As he removed his hand, the young-man fell over to the ground and closed his eyes, resting in a deep and magical sleep. The Invigilator dropped a heavy bag of coin next to the boy and spoke to the nearest attendant who returned to the administrations by removing the last arrow. "Be sure when we wakes up at home, that", pointing to the pouch," this is one of the first things he'll see." The Invigilator placed the invitation token in his pocket and made a few marks on his scroll. He rolled it down to the next entry. Speaking to no-one other than himself, "Cohort 1037192023, lets hope you fair a bit better."

Act 1 Scene 1 - 1 week until start.

[Eyepatch]

This is actually so exciting; I can't be the only one that can't wait to see if I made it in or not. Good luck to everyone applying, this campaign seems like it's going to be one for the books.

[Cheshire]

Yea I can’t wait to see who gets in. I really want to see what you have in store.

[Aotyr]

... *sweats with interest* Damn, that's some fine writing. I'll put a submission together before the 15th deadline. Late to the party, but this game demands an attempt.

[Cheshire]

Zatt might have some problems getting through the front door with questioning like that haha. It would be a lot of fun trying.

[MontageManiac]

@Sav: did you want us to update apps with a more… aggressive application intro? Haha.

[Mindsiege]

Originally Posted by MontageManiac

@Sav: did you want us to update apps with a more… aggressive application intro? Haha.

The above scene seems to be the opening scene of the adventure. Basically it's what is waiting for our characters after the short stories that we've written to explain why our characters have been considered by the university to be tested for being admitted.
To put it a bit simpler, we're not students yet and will have to earn it by proving our worth first.

[Aotyr]

Placeholder: Kalashtar Cleric (War).

[penbeast0]

Or maybe Savvy decided to go with the suddenly popular funnel approach and throw everyone into a meat grinder, killing them off until there are only 4-6 left. That way he doesn't need to make choices between the many very cool applications.

[savoylen]

Originally Posted by MontageManiac

@Sav: did you want us to update apps with a more… aggressive application intro? Haha.

LOL... Naw, whatever you all have is great. Seriously, we have already seen some seriously great characters/apps. This is going to be a hard pick when it comes time soon!!

Thanks for the comments and XP hits on that post - I'm glad some of you enjoyed it!

I also wanted to get you and folks considering this game a taste of the vision. Strixhaven isn't really all that flushed out - I like that. It left quite a bit for groups to make their own way. Being a Patrick Rothfuss and a guy that's run private schools (iRL) I'd played with ideas like this before - so of course, I couldn't keep myself away from this game. Even though I tried

I hope this will be a great ride for everyone!

- Savy

[savoylen]

Originally Posted by penbeast0

Or maybe Savvy decided to go with the suddenly popular funnel approach and throw everyone into a meat grinder, killing them off until there are only 4-6 left. That way he doesn't need to make choices between the many very cool applications.

I can't say I hate that idea. But I think we'll do a traditional pick this time... I'm still recovering from Judging Outplay!

[Humble Hero]

Application Status Completed.

Application Information "Who am I? Well, darling, I am your best friend. Or your worst enemy. But frankly... that all comes down to you. Or maybe I have already decided, and you are just waiting to discover the answer." Name: Fenmaer Thandreve Race: High Elf Background: Charlatan Class: Rogue (Arcane Trickster) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Personality Fenmaer is, firstly, selfish and secondly filled with ambition. He is a skilled liar and trickster, one who has fixated for most of his life on material wealth and gain. To him, gold is interchangeable with happiness, and his pursuit of that ideal has been a driving factor for many of his decisions and life choices. Even when a situation might involve a loved one, or at least a close friend, there remains a risk that Fenmaer will take the side of personal gain.This can cause those that know him best to harbor a confusing measure of attachment and distrust, and this mostly comes down to the elf's ability to be persuasive to (appear to) maintain that emotional connection. In truth, Fenmaer is a conmanconfidence man. And he is very good at it, in his humble opinion. Not only is Fenmaer charming, unpredictable, cunning, gifted and extremely intelligent, but he also has boundless patience and a very Machiavellian mind. To say that Fenmaer is a schemer would be an understatement, especially as he is unscrupulous in both emotion and moral, when it suits him. His need to achieve his goals, no matter how convoluted and impossible they might seem, means that Fenmaer channels his overwhelming ambition to refuse surrender. As such, he is more than happy to speak and engage with anyone, no matter who they are, and will try to find ways to insinuate himself into people's lives to prey on their weaknesses and manipulate for his own ends. Unironically, Fenmaer's mother has said it wouldn't be surprising if her son was part schemes within schemes within schemesDrow. However, Fenmaer's clear narcissism, greed and self-confidence is a byproduct of a broken home and tough childhood, among other things. His life was in squalor from birth, he was born a he has no knowledge of his father to this daybastard, and all he ever knew was an endless struggle to survive. His mother, try as she might, was only able to provide so much, and this caused Fenmaer to mature quickly. He grew up in the shadow of large family houses, castles and richly rulers; and all the while had a deep longing to have that, to possess that lavish lifestyle and existence, to hold all that wealth in his hands. In some ways, that innate and unreasonable desire was the beginning of the end for Fenmaer, as it utterly consumed him. Fenmaer's truth, deep down, is that his actions and devious acts are ultimately to hide what he sees as weakness within himself; his life, his abandonment by a father, his inability to connect with others honestly and lovingly; and while he knows this, but won't admit it, there remains the need to create the illusion that he is in control - and he does this by making long speeches, performing extravagant entrances and showing off his hard-earned wealth. And after so many years of reinforcement of those beliefs, Fenmaer has (perhaps erroneously) developed a fantasy about his goals in life leading to riches or a throne, never quite realizing that his pursuits could just as easily lead to suffering and death. But, to Fenmaer, the risk is worth the reward, and he will not stop until his dreams have been realized... though, sadly, his act has become his existence, for better or worse. Still, all that isn't to say Fenmaer is without moments of pity or consideration for others. Those moments are just rare. Description Fenmaer Thandreve is a lean, physically active individual, who stands just over six feet tall and weighs in considerably lighter than his build might suggest. Visually, the Elf looks in his early-to-mid 20s, still quite young even by his race's standards, with smooth and faintly pale skin, unblemished and all natural. He has very distinct characteristics of an Elf; he has a narrow face, high cheekbones, a narrow chin, a sculpted nose and eyebrows that frame his eyes just right in shaped curves. And speaking of his eyes, Fenmaer's are bright blue, with a hint of green, almost like the ocean; for those that get close enough, there are flecks of golden colorization throughout the iris, which can catch the light 'just so'. From a glance, Fenmaer walks with an obvious confidence, with no attempt at being diminutive or unnoticed. His steps are lithe, his footfalls quiet, and he isn't afraid to draw the attention of a room. However, the Elf is also very, very capable of doing exactly the opposite; in fact, when he elects to remain unseen or unheard, is when Fenmaer is at his most dangerous, and he turns from an outgoing socializer to that of a stalking shade. When Fenmaer seeks to remain hidden, he is able to move silently and leaves only the faintest whisper. Fenmaer is clearly not frugal. He wears the latest fashion, spends copious amounts of gold on his clothing, boots and personal items, and is thoroughly invested in his personal appearance. His outfits are immaculate, just as his hair is long. And speaking of, Fenmaer's hair is naturally that color, his genes being of the more dark and handsome variety of his race. He makes an attempt to keep his long locks in a state of casual perfection, and it is a rare sight to see Fenmaer disheveled or looking put out. As such, the Elf always seems to be smiling. Sometimes that smile is entirely pleasant, and has caused a number of young maidens to fluster in small towns along his journey. Yet, at other times, Fenmaer's smile can be downright devious, like a cheshire cat that grins but the expression doesn't reach his eyes... and in those moments, some unscrupulous plot has likely unfolded, and it's already too late. History Fenmaer Thandreve doesn't like to talk about his past. It reminds him of times when he was poor, his single mother struggling to keep the family fed, and living on muddy streets in the shadows of manors and the rich. Or how, after years and years of witnessing the lavish world of the rich, he became obsessed and greedy to the core. For his own mystique, and ability to perform his occupation, he doesn't speak about joining local gangs in his city, of his lessons in theft and manipulation. He especially doesn't talk about why he can never return to his birthplace, not after the swindling of a rich merchant noblewoman, and the large amount of coin and jewelry he had taken when being pursued by her retinue of personal guards. And he doesn't talk about how he began the lifestyle of a conman, working his way along the continent, manipulating and conning and stealing and leaving behind numerous identities... No, Fenmaer doesn't mention his past before a certain point, those are important secrets to keep... professional propriety and all. Instead, Fenmaer presents as a charming, pleasant and relatable elf traveler. He is quick to converse, has many things in common with a lot of folk, and is willing to take low wage jobs to help make his way on the road. By being useful, being invaluable after a time, Fenmaer can make the most of opportunities presented to him - and playing the long game often works very well in his favor. Granted, sometimes a solid plan has backfired, but for the most part the cunning elf has made away with a good portion of acquired loot. His profession also brought acquaintances; some that helped, some that hindered, but playing such a dangerous game usually resulted in a spread on both sides. Along the way, Fenmaer adopted many identities, forged many documents, and sold any number of works to bidders - some original, some copied, some completely fake. Fenmaer used fences, mainly, but every so often got his own hands dirty with customers. And by the time anyone was the wiser, and a forgery was discovered, the elf was - usually - well on his way four villages over, under a new name and purpose for travel. Yet, for the last six months, there had been a change. It was odd, as though Fenmaer's very luck had soured, and no matter what job or con he tried to start, it always fell to pieces. Perhaps someone had cursed him, or maybe it was some kind of spiritual or karmic balance that had finally tipped too far one way. Nothing of import worked, he was barely able to scrape by, and ultimately Fenmaer had found himself struggling. And he didn't like to struggle, it reminded him of his past, and he hated his past. So it was that the elf found himself in some trade town, with a name he could barely recall - Nottle-something - while considerably down on his luck, running low on coin and feeling that familiar grumble of the stomach. He checked into one of the local taverns, not the most expensive, but it would pay to stretch the gold as long as possible until the next job. And while seated at the bar, drinking watered down ale, an individual of a particular enterprise caught Fenmaer's eye. All alone the stranger sat, as he nursed a cup of ale at a corner table, and absently spoke to himself while doing notations on scrolls. And, just like that, an opportunity presented itself... And the mark? Undin Firebane. Undin was a human wizard, of middling power and influence, who happened to be quite new to town himself, having arrived mere months prior. The older human was right in the sweet spot that Fenmaer tended to target, with just enough wealth and clout gained locally to make it worth the long con, but not so famous that Undin had any reason to be suspicious of attention or intentions of those who approached him. Or, at least, that was the hope! For the next three days, Fenmaer circulated around the stranger's activities. The elf made sure to be at the tavern bar when the stranger arrived, dressed in his long robes with his white goatee, and observed behavior and patterns. Turned out the elderly wizard was relatively friendly, he didn't turn away locals who spoke to him, but seemed to be given a wide berth by the villagers, possibly due to being an outsider - just like Fenmaer, who found the same with Nottle-something. On the fourth day, Fenmaer made his play. He went directly to Undin's shop, which was basically front part store, back part home, and entered. The place was a complete and utter mess, a mass of scrolls and books and paper all over. It seemed the wizard was also wizened, and prone to functioning in organized chaos, if it could be believed as organized. Fenmaer introduced himself, Undin apologized for the mess, and the elf proceeded to weave a small tale about journeying, taking notations and observations, and learning about new lands for his archivist employer. However, Fenmaer also mentioned how he was low on coin, and had experience with assistant administration... to which Undin took the bait, and offered a temporary position, to help bring the store back into some order! And that was that, Fenmaer's next "job" had begun. The elf went to work on every piece of material he could find, as he sorted and assessed, before organizing the store into neat sections and areas. Undin was pleased, offered a fair wage, and even suggested the elf stay on for a while longer until the wizard was used to the system. Fenmaer agreed. Coin was coin, after all, but he had another purpose for remaining: he had started copying, and forging, much of the more rare and expensive scrolls. The time required was extensive, and accuracy was needed, but the belief was that Fenmaer would be able to leave the village in several weeks with a pricey collection of swapped out originals-for-imitations. It was perfect, exceedingly so. The first month went by in a blur. Fenmaer worked during the day, then when the wizard went to bed, the elf would continue "working" in the store. A good deal of scrolls had been switched out by that point, the forgeries quite impressive with the old man none-the-wiser, and the originals packed away securely for Fenmaer's eventual departure. During that time, Undin opened up a little about his current work, and study of, a group known as the Oriq. Needless to say, Fenmaer had no idea who or what that was, but the wizard expressed that such knowledge was... unconventional... and that it was extensively rare, even among wizard communities. But all Fenmaer heard was gold; rare, forbidden and secretive, those combined meant payday. Fenmaer's stay in Nottle-something became extended. Over the next month, Undin began to share more and more, small tidbits but intriguing ones. Trust had started to develop, Fenmaer even began to show some of his magic use, for small tasks. Then, one evening while he cleaned the store, Fenmaer came across a hand-written letter addressed to the wizard. It was stated as from a place known as Strixhaven University, and on reading the contents, Fenmaer learned it was an inquiry about a sponsorship for an apprentice or proposed candidate, and positions were very limited. Additionally, it mentioned an invitation token, though that wasn't to be found. The next day, Fenmaer asked the wizard about Strixhaven. Undin was mildly surprised, but then admitted he must have forgotten to get back to the correspondence, as he didn't have a student in mind. Which, Undin claimed, was a true shame because the sheer amount of archived knowledge, all special and ancient and largely unknown to the world, would be mind opening... and again, Fenmaer began to see gold, masses of gold, as he considered the possibility of acquiring such tomes and books and artifacts. Fenmaer suggested himself. Undin chuckled, but then saw Fenmaer's seriousness and reconsidered, and eventually admitted that it wasn't a completely foreign notion. After all, the elf had been very helpful over the last several months, and even helped with some of the smaller magical tasks, so the aptitude was there for admission. The elf didn't push the topic, and simply said only if Undin was comfortable with the sponsorship, would he agree. And for the next four days, no more was said on the subject; not until one morning, when Undin walked out of his room, and held a token in his palm presented to Fenmaer: "Your invitation token, my boy. I'll sponsor you. Make me proud." The elf smiled deeply, elated, as he accepted the small object and replied: "I'll do that, and more, master Undin, so much more." The long con had shifted, Fenmaer's luck had completely turned and sweetened suddenly; it was perfect, and despite the risks being even higher, there was no denying the rewards were also infinitely greater...

Character Build [Rolls] Starting Stats: STR 9 (-1) | DEX 14 (+2) | CON 10 (+0) | INT 17 (+3) | WIS 12 (+1) | CHA 15 (+2) Level Source Feature 1 High Elf Accustomed to twilit forests and the night sky, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.Darkvision 1 High Elf You have proficiency in the Perception skill.Keen Senses 1 High Elf You have advantage on saving throws against being charmed, and magic can’t put you to sleep.Fey Ancestry 1 High Elf Elves don’t need to sleep. Instead, they meditate deeply, remaining semiconscious, for 4 hours a day. (The Common word for such meditation is “trance.”) While meditating, you can dream after a fashion; such dreams are actually mental exercises that have become reflexive through years of practice. After resting in this way, you gain the same benefit that a human does from 8 hours of sleep.Trance 1 High Elf Ability Score Increases: +2 Dex, +1 Int 1 High Elf Elf Weapon Training: Longsword, shortsword, shortbow and longbow 1 High Elf Cantrip: Prestidigitation 1 High Elf Speed: 30' 1 High Elf Language: Common, Elvish, Draconic 1 Charlatan Skill Proficiencies: Deception, Sleight of Hand 1 Charlatan Tool Proficiencies: Disguise kit, forgery kit 1 Charlatan Equipment: A set of fine clothes, a disguise kit, ten stoppered bottles filled with colored liquid and a pouch containing 15gp 1 Charlatan Feature: Favorite Schemes (I shave coins or forge documents) 1 Charlatan Feature: You have created a second identity that includes documentation, established acquaintances, and disguises that allow you to assume that persona. Additionally, you can forge documents including official papers and personal letters, as long as you have seen an example of the kind of document or the handwriting you are trying to copy.False Identity 1 Rogue Hit Points: 8 HP (max) + Con Mod (0) 1 Rogue Armor Proficiencies: Light Armor 1 Rogue Weapon Proficiencies: Simple weapons, hand crossbows, longswords, rapiers, shortswords 1 Rogue Tool Proficiencies: Thieves' tools 1 Rogue Saves: Dexterity, Intelligence 1 Rogue Skills: Investigation, Insight, Persuasion and Stealth 1 Rogue Equipment: Rapier, shortbow and quiver of 20 arrows, Backpack, ball bearing (100), string, candle (5), crowbar, hammer, piton (5), hooded lantern, flask of oil (2), rations (5), tinderbox, waterskin, hempen ropeburglar's pack, leather armor, two daggers, and thieves' tools 1 Rogue Features: Expertise (Deception, Sleight of Hand) 1 Rogue Features: Sneak Attack (+1d6) 1 Rogue Features: Thieves Cant

[PalladiaMors]

I still tink college is about drunken debauchery, ya? Name: Astra Jakobsdotter Race: Satyr Class: Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline, with some reflavoring) Background: Prismari Student College: Prismari Alignment: Chaotic Good   Astra has several features that mark her as unique, or at least very unusual even in the halls of Strixhaven. From the waist down she has the legs of some sort of deer, complete with hooves, light brown fur, and a tail. The fur fades to white on her inner thighs with white spots along her legs, which have a digitigrade shape to them. Her skin has a rustic brown tint to it and long, blonde hair flows freely down her back. A pair of antlers sprout from her forehead and her long ears are deer-like as well. She stands about five feet tall, short by the standards of most races, but about average for her own. Astra is a satyr, or more properly one of their close cousins, a faun. She's quite attractive by most standards, though some may find her specific racial features disagreeable. Astra will wear her school uniform while at class, and fidget about it, but otherwise tends towards very little as is the norm among her people. Her voice is pleasant and usually excitable, she has an undeniable fey charm to her.   Astra is friendly and outgoing, seemingly with no sense of shyness or restraint. She says what's on her mind and doesn't usually think things through before doing them, eager to see what will happen. Her biggest concern when she wakes up in the morning seems to be answering the question of "how will I have fun today". She's used to getting by via her natural talents and charisma and so has little patience for things like dedication and hard work. She loves to create and perform, things that made her a natural fit for the Prismari college. Though she can come across as flighty and scatterbrained, she's a lot smarter than others would realize but simply doesn't feel like applying her intelligence. The exception to this is her artistic pursuits, for which she shows a great deal of focus, even if it might not be apparent at first.   Many hundreds of years ago Astra's satyr clan fled the war-torn temperate forest that they called home in order to retreat to the snowy, yet safe evergreen forests in the north. Over time and with the aid of magic they adapted to their new environment, living there in relative peace and harmony ever since. Astra is the daughter of the village skald, and as such has been brought up with music and storytelling as second nature. Magic runs strong in her clan, and Astra is no exception. She has inherent elemental powers of ice and cold and a talent for the magic of illusion as well. She never thought this would take her beyond the world of snow and trees that she knew, but deep inside she always hoped that it would. She knew there was far more to the world, and like many youth, wanted to see it. It was on the night of the winter solstice, after a grand celebration honoring such, that Astra found herself sitting in the branches of a tree, playing on panpipes while the aurora borealis seemingly danced in time with her tune. After a few moments she looked up, believing that the lights actually were dancing to her tune. True she'd had a lot to drink, but there was a feeling that something strange was happening here. That feeling was answered when she heard a voice seemingly coming from those same lights. "Astra Jakobsdotter, of the Heartsglen clan. You have always known there was something beyond your forest, haven't you?" the voice spoke, Astra blinking in disbelief a couple of times. "Um... ya?" was all she could answer. She still wasn't sure how drunk she was. "You are very gifted in the magical arts, far more than you realize. Your home will never be able to nurture that magic, and you will never reach your potential if you remain here," the voice spoke, the tone a soothing one. Somehow Astra knew this to be true. There was more for her, somewhere. She just had no idea how to find it. "I represent the great mystical college of Strixhaven. Have you heard of it?" the voice spoke, leaving Astra to ponder the question for a moment. "Eh... no? But I've heard de vord 'college', is a place for drunken debauchery disguised as school, ya?" she asked, excited for the idea. The voice had to hesitate for a moment, expecting many responses but not that particular one. "No, it is a place for learning, where your magical aptitude can be fostered and developed," the voice explained. Astra looked a bit disappointed, she liked the idea of drunken debauchery. "It is in a world far beyond your own, where you will meet people of all kinds. You will see wondrous things -" "Underbar! Ven do we leave?" Astra interrupted, hopping out of the branches of the tree to look up at the scintillating lights. The mysterious voice had nothing more to say, though there was a bit of disappointment at the rest of its pitch going to waste. The shimmering lights descended from the sky until the formed a scintillating portal on the snow, at which point Astra wasted no time in running through.   [Rolls] Starting Stats: STR 11(-) | DEX 14(+2) | CON 13(+1) | INT 14(+2) | WIS 11(-) | CHA 17(+3) Level Source Feature 1 Satyr +2 Cha, +1 Dex 1 Satyr Speed: 35 1 Satyr Counts as fey, not humanoid 1 Satyr Ram: Attack with head and horns for 1d4+Str damage 1 Satyr Magic Resistance: Advantage on saves vs. magic 1 Satyr Mirthful Leaps: When jumping, roll 1d8 and add to the distance in feet 1 Satyr Reveler: Proficiency in Persuasion, Performance, and 1 musical instrument (panpipes) 1 Satyr Languages: Common and Sylvan 1 Prismari Proficiency in Acrobatics and Athletics (traded from Performance, which she has as a racial skill) 1 Prismari Proficiency with sculptor's tools 1 Prismari Language: Elven 1 Prismari Equipment: Bottle of black ink, ink pen, set of panpipes, school uniform, pouch with 10 gp 1 Prismari Gain the Prismari Initiate feat - Add Prestidigitation and Ray of Frost to cantrips, cast Silent Image once/long rest or with SP 1 Prismari Bonus Spells: Chromatic Orb, Thunderwave 1 Sorcerer Weapon Prof: Dagger, dart, sling, quarterstaff, light x-bow 1 Sorcerer Proficiency in Arcana and Insight 1 Sorcerer Saves: Con, Cha 1 Sorcerer Equipment: Arcane focus, explorer's pack, 2 daggers 1 Sorcerer Sorcerous Origin - Draconic bloodline, double prof bonus when interacting with dragons 1 Draconic Draconic Ancestry - Silver 1 Draconic Language: Draconic 1 Draconic Draconic Resilience: +1 hp per level, unarmored AC = 13 + dex mod

[savoylen]

Welcome Human Hero and PalladiaMors !! I've got you both on the boards as WIP!
Well met, and
Nice to have you here.

- Savy

[Humble Hero]

Thanks, Savy!

I've seen this thread grow and grow, and I've been super tempted to apply, then that RP snippet you posted above pulled me in hook, line and sinker - nothing like a compelling and excellently written showcase!

I did have a few questions, about some possible aspects for Fenmaer's circumstances regarding Strixhaven; would it be easier to PM or use secrets here?