Galaga wakes up from her apian dreams, fidgets a bit with her wardrobe and sashays downstairs, in search of protein, anatomy books, and her wrestling instructor. "There surely must be a way of deadening the buzzing..." she mutters. As much as she likes it, the white-noise triggered dreams of clockwork hives might be distracting.
Spellcraft - (1d20+10) (6) [16]
You think for a bit and recall that there's a Silence spell you could probably use to quiet the wardrobe, but you're fairly certain it wouldn't last through a whole night. You also realize that you could probably get rid of the noise by throwing a heavy blanket or something of the sort over the wardrobe when it isn't in use.
You head down to the school building's Main Hall and find a table laden with breakfast foods. You find both your protein and your wrestling instructor in one spot; Taina is sitting at the end of a table with Feilim, and her plate is piled high with hard boiled eggs, ham steak, and rice with spicy chickpeas, all covered in maple syrup. While the half-orc digs into her hearty breakfast, Feilim is nibbling un-enthusiastically at a slice of toast covered in butter and cinnamon sugar.
"Good morning!" She pipes. The samsaran is in one of her good moods. After studying Taina's plate, she forgoes her staple - silky smooth ayigbe kooko or oats, thick with milk - for a copy in 2:1 scale of Taina's power food. She does add some nutmeg and goes easy with the malple syurp, though. She sits facing her, bows, and proceeds to mow it down. She struggles, her eyes tear up a bit, but presses on like a trooper.
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"The tribe is ruled over by a king whose power is absolute (...). Immediately upon his elevation he is gelded, blinded with a fiery stick, and his hands and feet are cut off, so that the world will not distract him from wisdom. He is confined within a cavern, whose name is Citadel (Qzr); the only persons who may enter are the four witch doctors and a pair of female slaves who serve the king and smear his body with dung. If there is a war, the witch doctors take him from the cavern, exhibit him to the tribe to spur the warriors' courage, sling him over their shoulders, and carry him as though a banner or a talisman into the fiercest part of the battle. When this occurs, the king generally dies within seconds under the stones hurled at him by the Apemen."
Taina, her cheeks bulging with food, nods at Galaga.
"Morning," Feilim says. "Taina, this is Galaga. The lass who wanted wrestling lessons."
Taina swallows loudly and takes a swig of orange juice before answering. A bit of syrup is smeared on her chin.
"I'll give you one lesson for free, on account of you helped Feilim out yesterday. We'll go to the gymnasium after breakfast. You'll want to wear pants, and tie your hair back. Your opponents can use your hair to drag you around. Or they can just rip it out. That's why I cut mine short."
Galaga washes down her first forkfuls of breakfast with half a glass of what she thinks is orange juice. She bravely swallows the grapefruit juice, smacks her lips and makes a knotted low ponytail with her heavy, sable hair.
She nods and keeps eating, afraid and excited.
"The tribe is ruled over by a king whose power is absolute (...). Immediately upon his elevation he is gelded, blinded with a fiery stick, and his hands and feet are cut off, so that the world will not distract him from wisdom. He is confined within a cavern, whose name is Citadel (Qzr); the only persons who may enter are the four witch doctors and a pair of female slaves who serve the king and smear his body with dung. If there is a war, the witch doctors take him from the cavern, exhibit him to the tribe to spur the warriors' courage, sling him over their shoulders, and carry him as though a banner or a talisman into the fiercest part of the battle. When this occurs, the king generally dies within seconds under the stones hurled at him by the Apemen."
"Feilim. Your trousers, please. Spare ones would do." She is half considering giving the bitter juice another swig...
"The tribe is ruled over by a king whose power is absolute (...). Immediately upon his elevation he is gelded, blinded with a fiery stick, and his hands and feet are cut off, so that the world will not distract him from wisdom. He is confined within a cavern, whose name is Citadel (Qzr); the only persons who may enter are the four witch doctors and a pair of female slaves who serve the king and smear his body with dung. If there is a war, the witch doctors take him from the cavern, exhibit him to the tribe to spur the warriors' courage, sling him over their shoulders, and carry him as though a banner or a talisman into the fiercest part of the battle. When this occurs, the king generally dies within seconds under the stones hurled at him by the Apemen."
"My trousers? I don't think they'd fit you..." Feilim demurs.
"Don't be silly," Taina says. "You're practically the same size."
Feilim scowls at Taina and says, "We are not. I'm much more muscular. I have thighs of iron!"
"You can borrow some of mine," Taina says. She drops her fork onto her empty plate. "I'm ready when you are."
After you've finished eating, Taina takes you back to the dorms to grab a spare pair of trousers. Then she leads you to a large gymnasium at the center of the main school building. The gymnasium holds a thirty foot by thirty foot wrestling ring, a variety of exercise machines, and some training dummies. In the back of the room is a wooden door with a clipboard hanging next to it.
The only other person in the room is Perdita Chaturverdi. Her hair is pulled back in a bun and she's pedalling a stationary bicycle.
Taina stands up in the wrestling ring.
"First things first," she says. "How much wrestling experience do you have?"
"None, I fear. I've read a treatise once, with illustrations, but that does not count, of course..."
Her gaze lingers on Taina's fierce sternocleidomastoid. For a second she feels wimpy, frail and awkward but she shakes off her self-pity with a quick shake of her head.
"I will pay attention today! I am ready! I can learn!"
Perception, in case Taina suddenly attacked - (1d20) (20) [20]
"The tribe is ruled over by a king whose power is absolute (...). Immediately upon his elevation he is gelded, blinded with a fiery stick, and his hands and feet are cut off, so that the world will not distract him from wisdom. He is confined within a cavern, whose name is Citadel (Qzr); the only persons who may enter are the four witch doctors and a pair of female slaves who serve the king and smear his body with dung. If there is a war, the witch doctors take him from the cavern, exhibit him to the tribe to spur the warriors' courage, sling him over their shoulders, and carry him as though a banner or a talisman into the fiercest part of the battle. When this occurs, the king generally dies within seconds under the stones hurled at him by the Apemen."
"Watch if you wish to, but this is just my first lesson." Having said that to Perdita, she jumps onto the mat and adopts the stance the treatise recommends to beginners. Her heart rate picks up.
"The tribe is ruled over by a king whose power is absolute (...). Immediately upon his elevation he is gelded, blinded with a fiery stick, and his hands and feet are cut off, so that the world will not distract him from wisdom. He is confined within a cavern, whose name is Citadel (Qzr); the only persons who may enter are the four witch doctors and a pair of female slaves who serve the king and smear his body with dung. If there is a war, the witch doctors take him from the cavern, exhibit him to the tribe to spur the warriors' courage, sling him over their shoulders, and carry him as though a banner or a talisman into the fiercest part of the battle. When this occurs, the king generally dies within seconds under the stones hurled at him by the Apemen."
Galaga: Sunday, August 13, 1852
Spellcraft - (1d20+10) (6) [16]
Perception, in case Taina suddenly attacked - (1d20) (20) [20]
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