Back to school: Arahom Academy IC

[Lochar]

Pixil

Quickly turning invisible, not that it would help against some of the smarter students, Pixil dimension doors over to Skaveress. "So, you think it's a new twist on his speech, or did the old coot actually retire?"

[Tacitus]

Hans

The feathered mass tumbles about until he hears the announcement, whereby his wings stop fluttering entirely and he falls to the ground, likely coming rather close to crushing at least a few. One of his wings scratches at the top of his face as though scratching his head, "I should have seen that one coming."

[WhiteKnight777]

Zamark

The ancient vampire arched an eyebrow at the news. He had to admit, it was... surprising. Of course it could be just another moment of irrationality from the rather... eccentric headmaster. Hmmm... well, there are any number of possibilities. It could be simply a random act of insanity.. or a clever ploy. Possibly both. In any case, as I'm sure you've all realised... if this is real, then the obvious question become who takes his place.

[elkhantar]

Skaveress

What the feth? swears the astral stalker. The news had shocked him, since the dwarf had given no clues of what he was about to do. Skaveress looks at his pixie colleage and considers his words for a moment. Well, that didn't sound as fake to me he says Although that doesn't mean the old man comes back if he ever grows bored of whatever he plans to do now. Skaveress pauses shifts his weight, uneasy.

When Zamark raises his question, it's not too hard for him to reply. Well, I'm not the overlord type, and I guess some of you he points at the magic versed teachers are better prepared to deal with running this god-corpse-plane so as long as you don't interfere too much with our classes he shrugs I don't really care.

[The_Snark]

Lacile

Lacile looks rather cross. Really now, would two weeks' notice have been so hard?" she mutters to herself. A moment later, she's all smiles again, casting a simple spell.

A voice echoes into the Dean's podium and across a good bit of the auditorium. "And thank you to the longstanding Dean of Schools! Please, quiet down; you'll be able to ask questions of your counselors after student orientation."

"As you've been informed, there will be some changes in the school administration, and we're considering more. None of these will interfere with your classes, however, and we hope to make sure that all of them are beneficial to the school."

"Now, all freshmen please make your way to the exits and form into groups as directed; the assistants will take you to your rooms. Aquatic students, please make your way to the headmost exit—currently northeast, in Prime directions. Students requiring sunlight-rich environments, please..." Lacile's voice continues directing students in a calm, assured manner, exactly as they were directed every year—first the freshmen, who always took a while to get to their rooms, and then the upperclassmen, who were more used to navigating the school (and could answer questions for lost-looking first-year students).

Not that Lacile is actually saying any of this; the illusion is maintaining itself. "Nothing's going to interfere with classes," she says softly to the nearby teachers. "We're going to keep on as if nothing were different, at least for the first day or so, and once we have the students settled in and persuaded that this is all normal and was planned for, then we'll see what needs changing or replacing. All right?"

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Persistent Image used to do the voice; Diplomacy (1d20+44)[52] to try to get things quieted down and orderly.

I'm assuming that there's some sort of organization to these assemblies and getting the students into place, because really, if there weren't one already Lacile would have set it up. In the absence of actually knowing what it was, I've made something up; if Lacile actually set it up, that's quite appropriate.

[Vaynor]

Aryana gasps, then quickly hides it, trying ery hard (and failing miserably) to hide her reaction. ((not exactly a prime diplomat, what with the -10 modifier to bluff checks)) She flies over to the rest of the teachers and whispers to them, "I wonder what will happen now? Who should be the new dean..."

[wadledo]

A Formian Queen who teaches sewing and minion management begins to herd the students to their dorms, her taskmasters only occasionally using their whips.
A large number of other higher powered teachers begin to slip away up the esophagus/library, heading for the brain and the deans office.

[The_Snark]

Lacile

"That does seem to be the question of the day with the teachers, now doesn't it," Lacile says briskly. "Really, I don't see that it matters that much; we can live without someone to decide policy disputes for a few days. Nevertheless, I think it's time we have a faculty meeting before we end up with a faculty civil war." She casts a spell, gesturing to indicate that those nearby should take her hands, and teleports them into the hallway leading to the old dean's office, just outside his door.

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Greater Teleport.

[wadledo]

You land in some brain tissue, right outside the door where a cat-folk receptionist chews gums noisily and asks in a voice like thousands of dying glass golems; "Yehs daharling, vhats can I do for you today?"

[WhiteKnight777]

Zamark

Zamark sighed, taking Lacile's hand in his own. As she prepared to cast the spell of teleportation, he remarked dryly In my younger days, I would have lept at the chance... anymore, though, it's far too much of a headache to bother with. Besides that, I enjoy teaching too much... that comment about a civil war wouldn't be too far off, though... and given the nature of this place, it might be a far more literal metaphor than we would like.

When they arrived at the desk, he moved over to the desk, giving a polite smile and positively oozing charm. Yes, the dean has... mmm.. well, apparently taken an unexpected leave of absence. Would you kindly allow us to look around his study for a moment to see if he left any instructions as to how the school should be run in the interim?

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Diplomacy - (1d20+45)[60]

[elkhantar]

Skaveress hurries to grab Lacile's stretched hand. She had successfully managed to handle the awkward situation the dean (well, ex-dean) had caused, and seemed to know what to do. Come, Pixil. Lets see what this year brings. The Astral stalker's brain worked very fast. He could already imagine making some adjustments to his classes. Perhaps the new dean would approve if he brought some new, dangerous quarries... a small increase in the death rate of his class shouldn't be too troublesome.

[wadledo]

"Of course daharling, just go right through those doors."
The secretary fluffs her bee hive hair-do and begins to file her nails.

The huge door to the left of her looks vaguely ominous.
It also has the rune in old-dwarvish for chicken on it.

[Lochar]

Pixil

Pixil has gone along with the game so far, watching the other teachers bemused. "Civil Wars are no fun. Well, not usually. Teachers usually end up barricading themselves in their offices, living off of summoned water and the occasional passing student. And it's so hard to dig them out of their entrenchments."

[WhiteKnight777]

Zamark

Umber leaned forward, examining the door carefully with Detect Magic to see what sorts of enchantments might be on it before he did anything so rash as touching a likely-protected magical portal.

Speak for yourself - the last one was quite engrossing. also one of the best chances I've ever had to teach guerrilla tactics and asymmetrical warfare. Lost seventy-five percent of that year's class, but I'll be damned if every single one of the remaining didn't pass the final. Of course, their graduation ended up being somewhat delayed until we could clear out the last pockets of resistance, but it was one of the best EVL 403's I've ever taught.

[wadledo]

Zamark: Depending on how long you watch the door for, you sense:
1st round
Magic, everywhere

2nd round
37 auras on the door alone, with an overwhelming aura on the old-rune

3rd round
All the magic is transmutation.

[WhiteKnight777]

Zamark

Zamark sighs and rolls his eyes. Ugh. Some people have absolutely no taste. Should I be turned into a chicken, kindly find a way to change me back...

Zamark braced himself and reached out to open the door...

[The_Snark]

Lacile

Lacile glances at the door briefly, eyes flaring with a little bit of magic. "Just a moment, Zamark. Let's see what they are first, shall we?" She moves closer to the door, examining it without actually touching it.

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Using the loremaster's true lore ability to get an Analyze Dweomer effect on the door.

[WhiteKnight777]

Zamark

Zamark pauses in mid touch, smiling and pulling back his hand before making contact with the door. Thank you. As you know, my magical talents aren't quite as analytically focused.

[wadledo]

The door causes a cursed magical item, the Chicken Hat of Dancing, to appear on every odd numbered persons head when they travel through the door.

[elkhantar]

Skaveress

Are the doors or the walls warded against teleportation? asks Skaveress, stating what would be an obvious defense for him. It makes sense, although perhaps the old man was so sure of himself that he didn't worry he suggests.

Due to his total lack of magical skills, the astral stalker had to rely on the other teachers to determine the properties of the dean's doors

[The_Snark]

Lacile

"Hard to tell from the outside," Lacile says absently. "A ward of that sort wouldn't need to extend past the walls." She sighs. "Oh, now this is a silly thing. Let's just try the teleporting." She carefully steps to the side of the door, so that the teleportation won't be interpreted as going through it, and casts the spell, motioning to the others to take a hand.

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Yay for having more spell slots than you know what to do with! Teleport.

[Vaynor]

Aryana takes Lacile's hand, grinning. "Ooh, this certainly is exciting..."

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I have some teleport's prepared too, if you need them.

[elkhantar]

Skaveress

Ok, let's try it. agrees the Astral Stalker. I guess if there's several of us in there we will be able to better handle whatever the dean left inside he adds. And perhaps there are other teachers (or students) in there already, so let's hurry!. Skaveress gets closer to Lacile, waiting for her to cast her spell.

[Vaynor]

Bump! What's going on, Wadledo? We need some action here!

[wadledo]

2 people need to post.
And you need to say where you are.

[Lochar]

Pixil

As stated earlier(in OOC), Pixil is sitting, or at least floating above Skaveress' shoulder.

[Tacitus]

((Sorry, I forgot and then got hit by a ****ton of school, work, and family events.))

Hans

The ball of feathers with a giant smiley face is upside down in the center making a big a mess with his wings as he can.

[Vaynor]

2 people need to post.
And you need to say where you are.

I realize that, but waiting on two people for 15 days and doing nothing about it isn't helping much.

[elkhantar]

Well, it was partly the fault of all others also, since he stated OOC that he needed to know where we are (relatively to Lacile) and we didn't answer so...