There are any number of cans on the floor on Burvik's side of the room. Burvik watches t'Nee rifle through the mess. "See any roaches in there, help y'self. Maintenance's stopped spraying my room lately."

"Yeah," Gear says. "The Rock of Bral. It's one of the main waystations in Wildspace, on the Krynn-Oerth-Toril route. Bit metropolitan city, kind of like this place, with all the races just intermingling. But kind of opposite? Like here, everywhere you look is more city. There, everywhere that isn't city is endless space. Well, not endless. It ends at the crystal wall, but endless enough, I guess."

Rae scribbles down some notes.  "Okay, Okay," she says nodding to herself as she writes. "So, this is the big port, like High and Dry back home. So, what about ships?  How do they sail?  And do you know of a Fiv?  There is supposed to be a Spelljammer Society here on campus, but I need to find this 'Fiv'... and the Spelljammer Society doesn't have a ship?  I'm setting a goal to get the Spelljammer Society a ship.  Who would be good to .... acquire," she winks, "... a ship from?"

Any number of cans? t'Nee thinks to himself. One could only imagine such a wealth. I'd better stick to the twelve Maki requested. 

He thanks Burvik with a slight bow, and walks out of the room juggling all 12 cans.

One of the cans wobbles unexpectedly, and he catches it with a foot and adds it back to the aerial circle.

Two cans collide mid-air, and he attempts to correct with his knee, but just then he collides with the prone figure of Billen once again sleeping in the hallway.

With a cacophonous crash, t'Nee and the cans tumble to the ground. Billen should probably make a DC12 CON save or be poisoned for 1 minute. 

Last edited by Sol (4/23/2018 10:49 am)

So frances bitey you two are important members of my new world so please get along.as to frances i have considered some way tonfire the net via compressed air or magical air or this black powder substance sarah was talking about.

Last edited by Sarielvailo (4/23/2018 7:50 am)

Rae looks up as Lorenzo peeks into the room.  She takes notes about Fiv and the Spelljammer club.  "Thanks! Do ye..you have where the Spelljammer Society is meeting?" She asks writing down the answer.

When Lorenzo hands her the sextant her eyes widen and glisten a bit. "Oi. This be a Bonnie gift, savvy?" She says dropping her game in her surprise and gratitude.  "Thank ye!" She kisses Lorenzo on the cheek and says, "and the gumbo wasn't that bad, it was a trip.  Next time, well do it up intentionally." She grins.