Dreams… those terrible, terrible dreams once more… dreams of a world lost to darkness, of… of trees, and of seeds, and of… eggs? Wh-what…? Oh, well, that's dreams for you– Docent Volkama explained as much to you once, last semester, best not to worry about it overmuch…
It's a new semester starting, so it's little wonder your dreams plague you with worries… well, it's quite alright. It's senior year, and you've grown so much since freshman year…
Birds are singing… the [*******] is shining… your alarms buzz, bringing you to gentle waking in Dorm Boreal… you don't want to be late for Docent Zamrud's homeroom, do you? >>761209
Your alarm has already rung quite some time ago, in your private room in Dorm Docent. Your eggs are cooked, your coffee is brewed, and you've finished reading the [*******]'s newspaper. Your homeroom should be soon… you don't want to be late, do you?
Good rubbed his head as he sluggishly rolled out of bed. He didn't quite want to go to school today but he knew he had to so he sucked it up and got his things. He made his way to class with a piece of toast hanging between his teeth as a light breakfast.
Zamrud lets loose a yawn as he sits in his chair, having put away the newspaper now that he's finished the most interesting parts of this day's events. He munches down on his eggs at a relaxed but steady pace, trying to remember today's itinerary as he gets the rest of his coffee put into his furnace to take with him.
As he leaves his private room in the Docent Dorm, he has a folder full of graded tests under one arm and his furnace in the other hand as he walks through the halls in a high collar sweater and brown leather jacket with elbow patches on them, adjusting his glasses as he makes his way down the familiar path out of the dorm and too his first class on campus. He occasionally says 'Hello' and 'Good Morning' to any acquaintances he meets along the way
Billy is awake up at the dot following his everyday morning ritual of taking care of his physical and spiritual needs. Little effort and even less thought went into the practice.
Qhapaq rolls out of bed rather early as always- the enormous, fluffy griffon isn't one to idle about in bed. He'd want to get up early enough to do some kind of workout- whether it's just stretches and a bit of jogging, or something more intensive- before starting to head for class. He's dressed about as casually as he can be.
On his way to Zamrud's class, he'd poke his head into the Aquatic Studies classroom.
Grutar happily hums an incoherent tune as he mops up which looks to be a sickly slick pile of goop that was likely someone's previous meal, sporting his good ol' janitorial jumpsuit and a memento mining helmet from his old days as a miner.
As the students make their way from Dorm Boreal in the north, and Dorm Docent in the center of the campus, each of you heads for classroom C-108, your assigned homeroom for this [******] semester. You pass through gardens and groves, under arches and over bridges, as you cross the campus. The gentle [******] light rises over the eastern horizon, warming your bones as you shiver off the [******] chill.
When you reach your homeroom, you find the janitor, Grutar, polishing it up and getting all the chalk lined up on the blackboard just as Docent Zamrud likes it.>>761216
Your classroom has fifteen students total… you're looking for Good Intentions, Billy, Qhapaq, Lost Hope, Deadweight, [*****], [*****]…
Funny… there's a long list of [*******]…
>roll for ???, DC 8
Billy is patient as he focuses and tries to tune in on the classroom. Treating this as every other day of being alive.
[1d10]Roll #1 10 = 10
Zamrud enters the classroom promptly, minutes before the bells ring and signify the start of class. He looks to Grutar polishing the blackboard and nods in gratitude. "It looks spotless, Grutar, thank you. I'm certain you must be busy, I don't know how you find the extra time to even see that the chalkboards are as black as if they were bought new."
He looks through his attendance list in his dossier, looking over names to call once people finish filing into his classroom…
[1d10]Roll #1 10 = 10
Good just munched away as he looked around quietly.
[1d10]Roll #1 10 = 10
"Don't you worry Mister Zam, workin' is my lifeblood, did you know I have 32 jobs?! This is just my favorite one!" Grutar says as he moves over to the windowsill where he can clean off the erasers and let the chalk fly free.
"By the way, do all yous professors always have to dress like how my pappy did?" Grutar asks with blissful ignorance to style and fashion.
[1d10]Roll #1 10 = 10
You recognize a few others from last year's crop of juniors… Good Intentions, Qhapaq… but others in the classroom, you don't recognize… you blink, and yet, their look remains the same… how did you not notice it before…? They seem to you to be sketchy blurs, a graphite smear in the shape of the various races of the world… featureless, and yet going through the same motions as you… has it always been this way…? These other students, whose names escape you, go about their business, getting out notebooks, chatting amongst themselves, yet have no intelligible voices…>>761223
Whoa… your sister's on time to class, from Dorm Austral… her and that mare she's always with… strange rumors have been going around about those two…>>761224
You sense it in the wind… a pay raise is coming just around the corner! Next week for sure… you might even get health insurance one of these days too!>>761222>Mudi the Young>Brewhaha>Colonnade Reprise>Aut…umn… P…et…a…>…>…
The list of names continues… you look up, and behold five students, and ten other… blurs… graphite in color… sketches, outlines… in the shapes of students… yes, yes, they're all here… no, nothing's amiss… all looks to be correct here… perfect attendance on the first day? Yes, most excellent…>>761218
Early birds are there, studying the fish in the wall-sized aquarium made available as both entertainment and study… two other griffons are there, you notice, and one of them, the larger, seems to boast an encyclopedic knowledge of the fish within…
Your secondary alarm buzzes… oh gods, you're going to be late to Docent Zamrud's homeroom…!
>>761225>>761220>roll for ?? [1d10]
Qhapaq hums a little to himself as he's almost late for class- thankfully, he's a big guy, so he can nudge and push his way through other students- very politely, of course- to get to class!>>761225
The aquarium was nice to see, though! While not the most wise on fish, the griffon does enjoy looking at them.Roll #1 10 = 10
Good looked at the other mare accompanying his sister, trying to recall anything he could on her.
Billy goes forward to do something. He tries to go and grab Good to go and leave. Just to escape this world that doesn't make any sense, and hopefully find something that does.
[1d10]Roll #1 8 = 8
[1d10] Memory>>761227Roll #1 3 = 3
"Heh, kids these days, probably playing their comps and vidyas and getting too distracted to get good attendance!" Grutar says before one particular puff from the chalk dust sends him into a coughing fit.
"Yes, I do recall you saying that before. And I stand by my earlier response that it is unbelievable, there's simply no way you could be holding down 32 jobs simultaneously."
As he comments on his sense of fashion, Zamrud merely smiles and gives a flourish of his jacket and sweater combo. "It's comfortable and has an air of professionalism, Grutar. If you'd like, I might have a spare to offer.">>761225>>761223>>761221
As Zamrud looks over over the students in the class, seemingly matching up all the names on his list to students in their chairs (he thinks…?), and nods as he takes one of his pristine pieces of chalks and starts to write up the chemistry lesson he had planned today to continue off of yesterday's lecture.
"Good morning everyone, I hope you remembered to read about reagents last evening. It seems we are almost all in attendance…">>761226
As Qhapaq just barely manages to squeak in past the bell, Zamrud turns to look at the griffon as he enters. "And now we're in full. Cutting it awfully close AGAIN this morning, aren't we Qhapaq?"
Good feels like he recognizes that mare from somewhere, but… it's as if… before he can bridge the gap, Billy takes his shoulder, breaking his concentration… something weak, something waking, stirs within Good… trying to get back to that line of questioning… it's… it's been so long since… since you… since you saw her…
Just then, Qhapaq barges into the classroom, sending another student outside flying as he throws open the door. This blocks any attempt Billy might make to take Good out of the classroom.
Another student slides in after Qhapaq, taking his seat in the back. A kirin… he takes out a notebook as if all were normal, and yet Docent Zamrud doesn't notice him.
Docent Zamrud doesn't RECOGNIZE him*
"Ahh. Apologies, Zamrud. I want to be in good shape for the track and field, and wrestling competitios this weekend." Qhapaq remarks, bowing his head a little and slipping in to his seat next to… a person that seems to be talking, but no words are actually being uttered. He frowns a little, and tries gently prodding them. >[1d10] Poke.Roll #1 4 = 4
"Excuse me, we just need to go out!" Billy tries to slip through the side of Qhapaq and take Good with him through the door.
"LOCATION AND TIME MANAGEMENT!" Grutar replies back after finishing his coughing fit. "I rather like my speed suit, feels breezy and easy to move in!"
Good jumped and looked at Billy in surprise
"Billy what are you doing?"
He said as he looked back and tried to recall anything about this mare. Even if it made his skull ache.
[1d10] forceful memory recall attempt.Roll #1 2 = 2
Zamrud shakes his head. "I can respect that, Qhapaq, but then might I suggest you move your clock ahead a little earlier as to make time for your training without having needing to make it into the start of class by a feather." He shakes his head, "No matter, please take your seat and we can begin.">>761232
Zamrud begins to write a few chemical terms on the blackboard, including drawing up the chemical symbols and molecular charts for common reagents like ammonia or hydrochloric acid.
"Alright everyone, please open up your textbooks to Chapter 6 and we can get right into it. As I said yesterday, today we will be covering reagent compounds. Now, can anyone tell me what IS a reagent-"
He pauses as he sees the last minute entry into his class, the Kirin sitting down as though they were always supposed to be there yet is totally unrecognizable to Zamrud. "Excuse me, young man?" He says to the Kirin. "Are you a new student?"
"Hmm? Ah, sorry." Qhapaq remarks, cocking his head to the side and trying to squirm out of the way.
Naught happens… and before long, Qhapaq is back in his own seat, the last few seconds a blur… soon he remembers naught of this interaction, not the poke, not even that the nearby student was speaking, but saying nothing.>>761235>>761236>>761234>>761237>>761238
"Oh, sorry," the kirin says. "I uh… I just got lost around campus. You know. I'm a transfer student. My name's…"
He sighs with sudden exhaustion, and looks around. "My name's Herb. I'm not really from around here…"
His hoof starts to tremble. "I'm not the only one, actually, Docent. So is he," he says, and points to Qhapaq. "And so is he, and him, and even him–" he continues, pointing to each of you in turn.
An extremely cute mare trots into the classroom. "And so is she!" Herb says.
"Que paso?" La Senorita asks, blinking the most stunningly gorgeous eyelashes any stallion on the Diskos ever did see. Two nearby males practically faint upon seeing them.
"All of you are, in fact– because this isn't real!" Herb suddenly snaps.
Oh, dear… a mental breakdown on the first [*******]? Well, it's understandable, given how Agape Academy, nicknamed 'Shikaku Academy', operates.
>roll social to BELIEVE Herb – failure casts you further into doubt of his words
Grutar just idly listens in on the lessons as he begins piece by piece packing away his cleaning supplies.
[1d10]Roll #1 3 = 3
Qhapaq shakes his head a little, as everything seems to blur and shift… and he's back in his seat! He looks at the Kirin and cocks his head to the side, momentarily distracted when La Senorita steps into the classroom- hopefully she sits close to him!
"Ah, uhm… hrm. This is not real, you say?">Believe? [1d10]Roll #1 10 = 10
Billy scratches at his head, attempting to think about his situation. Wondering about if the faceless caricatures coincided with what the student is saying.
[1d10]>BelieveRoll #1 10 = 10
"Herb…" Zamrud says to himself, the name ringing a familiar tone for reasons beyond his comprehension. He eventually shrugs it off, "Well, welcome to the classroom, Herb. If you could take your seat, we can re-commence our lesson…"
As La Senorita passes in through the door as well, Zamrud leans against the wall and raises his brow at the gorgeous young filly to step into the classroom. "Another new transfer student, then? Well, I suppose we can have a quick introduction to the class, then we really must be moving on-"
His eyes look alarmed as Herb starts to have a breakdown in the middle of the classroom, moving from behind his desk to put an arm (gently) on Herb's withers. "Woah, hold on Herb, take deep breathes. What isn't real?"
Good blinked as he looked at Senorita and the rest as he tried to make sense of it all. Between Billy, Herb, and his own headache it all hurt.
[1d10]Roll #1 6 = 6
Wait a moment… you were just fighting this guy… when did you end up in here? You look about, and only now do your surroundings strike you as without explanation – who are these silhouettes with the shape of human souls, and what happened to Ride's team?
Herb sweats as you all look at him. "Come on, tell me at least one of you didn't fall for it!">>761412>>761241
A breakdown on the first [*******] has to be something of a record for Shikaku Academy, but given that this Herb fellow chose to become a senior, and what seniors must endure to earn their graduation, it's not so truly out of the ordinary…
>roll knowledge, DC 5
[1d10] Rolling for Knowledge
Zamrud looks pensively at Herb, rubbing his chin as he puts a hand up to the colt's head, trying to feel for a fever.
"Is anyone familiar with where the Nurse's Office is located?" He asks the classRoll #1 10 = 10
"I do believe you, just tell us what is going on here. Why is this going on?" Billy asks out loud.
Good at this point pulls himself away by force before grunting and stumbling away only to bump into Senorita as he listened to Herb "Your words… they make some sense…" he said before looking at the mare he just bumped into.
"You seem… familiar too…"
Meant to ping you too there))
Waiting for the lecture to start, Deadweight leans back in her seat watching clips of Jackdonkey
"Something is not… hmm. No, you are right. Something here is not as it should be. What is going on?"
As Good bumped into the strangely attractive mare across from her… Lost looked upon him with a strange sense of nostalgia for someone she felt she remembered… but yet she couldn't place it.
"It's just down this nearby promenade to the north, swing a right, third door on the right," Herb answers. "Hey wait! I don't need to go there!"
>Agape Academy prides itself on being the most difficult university on the Diskos to graduate from, and employs two different advancement systems, officially known as the First and Second Enlightenment.
>At Agape Academy, the First Enlightenment operates as such: If a freshman fails even one final exam, they are expelled. If a sophomore fails either a midterm or a final exam, they are expelled. If a junior fails even one test, they are expelled. A junior who reaches the end of their year can choose to graduate as a junior, or advance to become a senior, and be subject to the Second Enlightenment.
>Historically, almost every student who makes it to junior level opts to become a senior, as those who manage to graduate as seniors find almost the entire world opened to them, regardless of their major. Any form of employment, any position in government, any institute of mundane or arcane sciences… one who manages to graduate as a senior from Agape Academy can have essentially whatever they want, thanks to this supreme prestige of graduating from this most exacting of universities.
>Those who opt to graduate as juniors, however, despite being able to claim the prestige of even making it to junior level, come to be regarded as quitters and cowards, who backed down from the ultimate challenge.
>roll further knowledge, DC 4… >>761418>>761419>>761422
"It's 'cause I failed to stop you from crossing the boundary," Herb says, his face darkening as he recalls his failure. "…It… reset… everything reset. The semester… restarted. We have to leave this classroom. Let me lead the way and I'll explain everything!">>761419>>761423>>761421
"H-hey," Herb says. "Look at me. Don't look at her. Just come with me and I can explain it. She's… whatever or whoever you think that is, it just isn't. It… it just isn't."
The silhouette begins to take on the faintest hint of hue… murky details lie just below the surface of the shade, like something underwater.
"Is it bad everything had restarted? What is so special about these semesters?" Billy followed up with more questions as he kept up behind Herb.
"Hrm… very well, then. Let us leave the classroom then, yes? It cannot be too hard, now that more of us know. Right?"
Herb catches Deadweight's attention, and curious/nosy, she follows him.
Good looked at Herb and then looked to Senorita "Are you real? Or are you like he said?" he said as he began to become rather paranoid about this all.
"HOw do we get out of here Herb?" he asked after a moment to calm himself.
Lost seeing Herb and more importantly Dead and Good make a scene similarly began to follow.
[1d10] Rolling for knowledge
Zamrud crosses his arms, looking down at Herb as he suggests, "If you're familiar with where it is, I think you should see your way there for this morning, lad. You don't seem to be feeling well.">>761424>>761426>>761425>>761427>>761428>>761429
As Herb seems set on leading everyone out of the classroom, Zamrud holds up his hands, "Woah there, hold a moment… go where, precisely? You can't just all leave class, this lecture is going to be on your mid-terms. After reagents I was going to begin covering coagulation, we can't skip this."Roll #1 10 = 10
"Out? I do wish to get to the bottom of… whatever exactly is going on here. The more I think of it, the less right this is."
"Wh-what? No way! Vestal Godspeed hasn't even been giving out candy anymore after– agh! Stop that! Snap out of it, would you!?">>761430>The Second Enlightenment consists of a semester-long game.
>Seniors are divided into two teams: Boreal and Austral, each with one hundred students. They attend their own campus separate from the campus used by freshmen, sophomores and juniors. Seniors must earn special tokens, called Stars, in order to graduate, which are given out based on performance on homework, test, and extracurriculars.
>At the end of each month, at precisely 1900 hours, the fifteen students from each team who have the last Stars are expelled. Senior year is actually only one semester, and the semester is six months long. The semester concludes with a duel between the two teams – and the ten seniors left standing at the end of the duel, regardless of which team they began on, graduate.
Your brain flexes and swells like a well-exercised muscle… now, let's explore the many minutiae and rulings about these Stars, shall we…?
>roll further knowledge, DC 3>Any attempts to believe Herb have raised to DC 8.>>761428>"Es verdad – y tu?" La Senorita says in her familiar stilted cadence. You can hear a metal twinge behind her voice, despite her flesh-and-blood form. She is real, albeit transformed.>>761425>>761427>>761426>>761428>>761429
Herb nods and turns to leave, but stops when he sees two silhouettes – Lost and Deadweight – following along. "What the… that's unusual," Herb says. "Guys, the door behind you. Just shoo them away if they follow. Don't talk to them, don't look at them. And if their words start making sense, you need to run from them.">>761429>>761427>>761430
What is this asshole talking about…? He's mentally broken, to be sure, but that's not a reason to make a scene in class, much less talk about other students like that.
Herb gawks at Zamrud. "This guy was with you earlier… you're going to have to be the ones to wake him up. This dream… it's sinking its teeth into him even deeper. I don't think there's much I can do for him."
who have the fewest stars*
"Huh? I can go wherever I want!" Deadweight says, a little offended.
Lost frowned. She was quite real and she didn't like hearing someone insult her or her marefriend Deadweight.
"I'm real you jerk."
Good blinked and poked Senorita a bit before motioning for her to follow the rest of them as he felt like she was as important as the others who believed Herb.
He then looked back to Herb "Well… I think I recognize the one mare… I think I saw her in a dream once and she seemed real there too."
The two silhouette-students who tried to follow you just spoke… but their voices are distorted and muffled, their words unintelligible.
>(Optional) roll to hear them more clearly
"Don't do it–" Herb warns. "Whatever you do, don't listen."
"Are these other students… not real? How can we wake someone else out of this?" Qhapaq asks, frowning a little. "Mental puzzles are not my strength. How did you, ah, become trapped here?">>761430
"Zamrud… does something, ah, not feel off to you?"
Billy's ears flop down against his head in an effort to follow Herb's instructions to not hear the silhouette students.
"You actually believe this guy?" Deadweight exclaims, just getting more offended.
Qhapaq glances between herb and the now… angered shade, folding his ears back. "This is very disorienting… I do not like it."
Zamrud's brain twitches as he listens to Herb speaks, a slight headache that ever so slightly feels like it's tearing his head in twain…
[1d10] Further Knowledge
[1d10] Believing Herb>>761432
Zamrud smiles as Godspeed's name is mentioned, as he always does. "I think you're a little too old for candy after a doctor's visit anyways, don't you agree?">>761432>>761430
As Herb starts to lead several of his students out the door, Zamrud grumbles and hold up his paw. "If you wish to skip class, so be it. But it is only fair to warn all of you, I will be covering items today that you may not understand just from reading the text, and I won't be covering it again up until the mid-terms. Do as you will, but you'll do it at risk to your own grade.">>761438
Zamrud turns to look at Qhapaq, "No, I'd say half of my students leaving class on a whim is very 'off'. I'm half inclined to take Herb to the nurse's office myself… purely for his own well-being, of course."Roll #1 5 = 5
/ Roll #2 6 = 6
"Well what if they are real and they actually want to help us?" Good said trying to believe in the best scenario as he couldn't help but try to discern it.
[1d10] Hear betterRoll #1 8 = 8
Lost for her part seemed genuinely hurt "Cmon man we're real… we don't wanna hurt you or anything…"
"Yeah, I'm just wonderin' what you're going on about," Deadweight says.
She is plush, soft and warm. La Senorita wiggles like an eel as you poke her. "Error. Input not recognized – please try again."
Her true form must have no protocol for being tickled.>>761442>The ownership of Stars is determined by RFID chips in the Stars and in each Student's ID card. A Star is considered owned by whoever scanned their SID over the Star last, regardless if the Star is lost, traded away, stolen or taken in a duel. It is this RFID-backed system which the faculty use when determining who to expel at the end of each month.
>Each student must possess at least one Star to not be expelled at the end of each month. Only one Star is necessary to graduate at the end of the school year.
>Stars can be used in the end-of-semester team duel to purchase various factors that affect the duel, such as weapons, environmental changes, buffs and debuffs, etc.
>Faculty are of course exempt from the Second Enlightenment system, having passed it themselves in a past year, in order to quality for a faculty position at Agape Academy.>>761436>>761438>>761442>>761439>>761444
"Meet me in DB-256," Herb says. "Oh, right – that's Dorm Boreal, Floor 2, Room 56. I'm just going to do more harm than good if I keep making a scene. I'll explain everything there. Add me on Concord too, and call me if there's an emergency."
Herb splits from the classroom at an anxious trot.
"Wait, do we have a concord device?" Billy attempts to check his person for the machine or something resembling it.
>>761443>>761444>>761445>"…we're real… hurt you or…"
>"…wonderin'… on about,"
These two students… are they threatening someone?
>DC to hear the silhouettes has dropped to 5 for Good
"Ah, hmm… a Concord?" He asks, momentarily confused. Does he even currently have one? He'll start to follow after Herb, though he gives Zamrud a concerned look. "Well, ah… come with us, yes? I do not wish to leave my closest friend."
Lost blinked and looked to Deadweight "Should we follow him?"
She looked to Good as she noticed him trying to look and she wondered why she recognized him as much as she did.
You do not have a Concord device, but you discover, in your schoolbag (next to your grimoire), a peculiar rectangle with a glass screen. When you boot it up, it displays all the functions your Magicomp had.
You get a bad feeling about this strange rectangle – somehow, you sense it draws misery and misfortune to itself, and to those who possess it.>>761449
Like Billy, your Magicomp is missing, replaced by a demonic rectangle. On the back is a sticker of a brightly-dressed diamond dog girl with eyes so large you must question the structural integrity of her skull.
You realize most things in your schoolbag have stickers of this diamond dog girl…
You all have smartphones. You feel the blue light toxicity even when the damn things are off.
, and it seems like you guys do need help," Deadweight says with a little sass.>>761450
"I wanna see what they're doing, I already know the material, and I'm bored
Billy quite perplexed decides to add Herb onto his misery brick, unsure if it would help, or even deter their goals by using this horrid device.
Zamrud grouchily crosses his arms as he sees the bulk of his classroom following Herb out of the class, then watches Herbs splits at all due haste. He turns to Qhapaq and answers, "In the interest of looking out for my students, and seeing as how I don't seem to have that many to teach in the actual CLASSROOM, I believe my duty demands I keep with you all to see that nothing comes of this. But only until we put this nonsense to rest."
He follows after Herb in particular, increasing his pace to keep up with him. "Herb! If you wish to head back to the Dormitory, fine, but at least stop by the Nurse's office first, won't you? Just to check on you.">>761449
"Closest friend?" Zamrud says with a brow raised, "You're an excellent student Qhapaq, certainly but, wouldn't that be a bit of an exaggeration?"
Good paused and looked around before hugging the larger mare. He felt bizarrely tempt to do so with how soft she was.
Having sated his needs on that he once again tried to listen to the two shades
[1d10] Listen more
He also went and added Herb on Concord as he didn't want to lost the lead on this too much.Roll #1 10 = 10
>>761451>Don't you guys have phones?
Qhapaq gives the Sticker a curious look, more interested in it than the phone for a moment. He'll try to put in Herb's information, if he can.>>761454
Qhapaq looks actually, slightly hurt by the comment. "Do you… not remember anything of our time together? Outside of this… whatever it is."
Zamrud raises his brow, "Outside of the academy…? Qhapaq, correct me if I'm mistaken but, I don't believe we met until you started classes."
La Senorita gladly returns the gesture.
Then, as you listen in… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v61paNzFcgQYour heart almost stops beating. It's… her. You've– you've seen her, just once before… it's… one of your earliest memories, so often hiding away in the back of your mind. Someone not your mother, nor your father, reclining near you, half-asleep, as you share a couch cushion. You were hungry, but you didn't stir, so as to let her continue resting…
No, a sudden calm quickly returns. Right, right… it's not been overlong since you've seen her at all. She moved to [********] not long ago. It's only been a few [*******] since you've seen her. Funny, she didn't mention she got accepted to the Academy.
>(Optional) roll DC 6 to remain cognizant that something is amiss.>>761452>>761453>>761454>>761455>>761456
Herb continues trotting to Dorm Boreal, following the stone path. Other silhouette students make way as you follow him. He takes a right, and as he crosses past the third door – it flies open!
>roll DC 8 Dodge!