[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
[X] A tiny barbarian
[X] A blazed-up druid
[X] A firebreathing rouge
[X] A blazed-up druid
[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
[X] A firebreathing rouge
[X] A missionary cleric
[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
[X] A tiny barbarian
[X] A blazed-up druid
A high Druid sounds amazing lol I could see them turning into cats to take naps
[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
[X] A goblin paladin: You're pretty sure this little goblin is mildly insane, believing an old fairytale about a made-up knight to be the pinnacle of chivalric virtue...
So a Tiefling, a Halfing, a Dragonborn and a Goblin walk into a bar...
[X] A tiny barbarian
[X] A blazed-up druid
[X] A missionary cleric
You stand along with your newly formed party.
"You know, just because you're a tiefling and you've got demonic heritage doesn't mean that Sol doesn't accept you the way you are," Garrett, your half-orc cleric began to lecture, "I mean, look at me, right? I've got orc blood in me. But Sol is the invincible and all-loving Sun, after all, and he sees and loves everybody exactly for who they are."
"Shut up already," your barbarian grumbled at him.
You were already having second thoughts.
"Peeaace, guys," your druid, Quinn, held out her hands placatingly, "Now, I've got a couple of extra joints in my bag. How about we all calm down and--"
"Alright!" Dean Izorak called from the stage in the courtyard, "If everyone is finished forming their parties, you all can find your dorms. Come up here to receive a dorm number and key. Use the rest of the morning to get settled into your rooms and get acquainted with your parties. Your first class will meet in the afternoon and that will be your only class for the day. School will start in full tomorrow."
After Izorak's short announcement, the crowd of students began to file into a line to grab their keys.
"So, who's taking me up on that joint?"
You spared a sideways glance at your druid. She had long dreadlocks, reaching about her waist. Hanging out from her mouth was a cigarette with some exotic substance burning up inside of it. The tip was glowing a vibrant, bright blue color, smoke curling up from her mouth forming various shapes in the air: dragons, butterflies, dolphins.
Nature Check: d20 + 2 = 8. Failed!
You weren't precisely sure what was in it.
"Ugh," the barbarian (Ella you were pretty sure her name was? She hadn't been really been particularly articulate when introducing herself) sniffed, "Pass. Don't wanna calm down. Prefer to be angry all the time."
Garrett held up his hands, "Now, you really shouldn't be smoking on school grounds. It's improper."
"Not against the rules, buddy," Quinn scoffed, taking another puff, "Everybody's seen it. They would've taken it away by now if it was against the rules. They don't give a damn here."
"Even so..."
Quinn ignored him and turned to you, "You want one, pretty boy?"
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[] "I really shouldn't..." Your mom would kill you if she found out that you'd been smoking at school.
[] "I guess I'll give it a shot." Your dad would be proud.
When it was your party's turn, Dean Izorak at the four of you, pushing up her glasses and raising an eyebrow.
"Garrett Grakstone: cleric," Dean Izorak looked down at her clipboard, which presumably had a full roster, and checked off a name, "Ella Mirrus: barbarian. Quinn Sillow: druid. And finally, Brimstone Smile: warlock."
"That's us," you nodded.
She handed you a key. Tied to the key was a little card. On it, your dorm room number was written. 719.
"Seventh floor, room nineteen," Dean Izorak said. Rather redundant of her, you thought.
You and your new party made your way up to your assigned dorm room, making small talk as you climbed up the numerous stairs to get to your room. The hallways were filled with other first-year students, scrambling to find their rooms and unpack their luggage.
As you walked, you rubbed your horns a bit, a soothing gesture.
While you weren't exactly out of the norm per se (tieflings weren't that uncommon), your species certainly wasn't an everyday occurrence, and you could feel the stares follow you. Doubly so because of Garrett's orcish heritage.
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As a tiefling, your internal bloodline gave you a few unusual physical characteristics. Your horns were:
[] Large and curled like a ram's
[] Long and thin and pointed back
[] Small and unobtrusive
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Your skin was: [] Write-In (any human tone + any shade of red or purple)
And your eyes were a solid tone with no visible sclera or iris. They were: [] Write-In (any color)
