Fandom High School

"Didn't get shit done for this week," Fjord... kind of growled, actually, as he stood on the deck of the ship that class had been centered around without really actually focusing on for weeks now. "Meant to. Didn't."

For reasons that included but perhaps were not limited to whatever had caused that bruising along his left cheekbone, or that split in his lip where a tusk might have been forced through, a little. It had been a good spar, dammit. Fjord had no regrets whatsoever, though there were other people he would have preferred to be punching at the time...

"Anyway, there's a mutiny on the ship, they're pissed about shippin' displacer beasts or whatever. Crew seems split pretty evenly between the ones steppin' up to revolt and the ones still loyal to their captain. Pick a side, kick some ass."

That was not a suggestion. Work it off, class. Work it off.

Congratulations, class! You have made it to yet another fun-filled locale in Fjord's disaster class of wonders!

Yes. Yes, you were on a large sailing ship. Currently everything was paused, but hell, given the lively (if frozen) state of the crew and the way the blue-skinned elf-looking ship's captain was frozen in the rigging, looking out toward the sea with a grin on his face, things were just waiting to come roaring to life any moment now.

Fjord, with a rabbit tucked (rather protectively) under one arm, was standing at the ship's bow, looking down at the class, smiling. Hell, he should have set this whole damn thing on the water from the get-go and... kept the rogue out of trouble, mostly.

"Welcome to the Joyswimmer's Dance," he said, nodding toward the ship around him. "Last week, Seros had himself a chat with her captain, and secured you all room and board, a decent living wage, and free passge to anywhere along her travel route when your contract is through, all for the low, low price of joining the crew and helping to protect the ship from pirates along the way. She's a cargo ship, you see, which means she's extra enticing to those people on the open sea who are looking to line their pockets with the spoils looted from the belly of a lone ship with inferior firepower. So, how about you all take a look around? Talk to the captain and the crew, get to know the ship. It's going to be our setting for at least a few classes, I'm sure."

He snapped his hands and the scene roared to life; roiling waves, gulls wheeling in the sky overhead, and the ship's crew beginning to step in time across the ship's deck to a... swell of music.

"Pour, oh pour the pirate sherry, Fill, oh fill the pirate glass!"

Fjord blinked.

"The hell...?"

[OOC: Open!]

Today, class, you were meeting in the Danger Shop outside a large cave entrance. Fjord was there leaning against a boulder, arms crossed over his chest.

He was smirking.

"First off," he drawled, "I want to congratulate Yelden on taking initiative and becoming the new face of the party in conversation."

Really, if it had to be the fighter or the rogue, Fjord wanted the one who wasn't just acting in self-interest. Though watching this whole campaign slowly snowball into a nightmare of consequences had been fun in its own way, too.

"For the rest of you, this means you've got two homeless kobolds and a wyrmling all looking for an assist in clearing out the cave of the violent creature that shredded the wyrmling's wing and is keeping him from going back home. Remember, for the more monetarily driven of you, that there's still a handsome reward back in town for keeping the dragon from wandering too close to the outskirts, and," he nodded toward the wyrmling, whose good wing was mantled and whose tail was thrashing behind him as he peered into the cave, "dragons keep treasure troves."

Just throwing that out there for the roguish of you.

"So," he smirked at the party. "In you go."

Fjord enjoyed this entirely too much.

[OOC: Open!]

"Mornin', class," Fjord drawled, looking fairly at ease as his students made thier way into the Danger Shop today. "I hope the break treated you well."

He'd woken up one morning in bed, choking on seawater. Yours had probably at least been off to a better start than his.

"Last we met, you all had an opportunity to wind down and stock up." Yeah, he'd basically just let you run free. Not every week could be an 'on' week. "You wandered the town, you learned a few things, you got some new equipment, well done."

You officially did better with shopping episodes than Fjord did.

"The Captain of the Guard still has that job for you, and now that some of the cleanup in the wake of the attack is well in hand, she's actually seeking you out herself."

He stepped back, and the simulated town around them - still showing signs of damage from the attack a few weeks prior - roared to life. A silver-scaled Dragonborn woman, taller and broader than... most of you, anyway, made her way to the group, a look of purpose in her eye.

"You lot," she said, her tone low and commanding. "What do you know... about wyrmlings?"

[OOC: Open class is openy.]

Today's class was not in a sewer! Weren't you all so pleased? Instead, it was above the ground, in the city, and you were all set up in a nice little tavern, with all manner of tavern patrons minding their own business, enjoying their drinks. Fjord was behind the bar, quietly wondering to himself if there was anything to the drinks that were back there. They sure as hell looked and smelled real enough...

He'd be disappointed.

"When last we saw our... heroes..." He cast a faintly dubious look at the lot. "... They had been told by Shovels the kobold that the reason they had been committing the dastardly act of digging holes in the dirt was so that they could set traps to keep the gnolls from adjacent cave systems from raiding their homes and eating their children. Yelden noted that the best solution overall would be to assist the kobolds, to help them keep their children safe. Some of you thought... otherwise."

It was amazing just how properly scathing a drawl could be when saying just that one word.

"It's been several weeks and none of you have heard a single damn thing from the kobolds since the sewers were sealed off, preventing them from escaping. The farmer on the outskirts of town is damn pleased with the results, though a few locals had begun complaining about strange sounds from below in the dark of night. Loud yipping noises, barking, snarling... Those noises only lasted a handful of days. Kobolds are small and crunchy and quite possibly taste good with ketchup, after all."

You were all monsters.

"Tonight, you're just enjoying a drink. Nobody in the tavern seems to be paying you any attention. Sit, talk, get to know one another. Discuss any plans you might have had going forward, back before you all got saddled with one another."

Sure, folks, you go right ahead and trust that.

[OOC: Open!]

"Well, congratulations," Fjord drawled as his class stepped into the Danger Shop today. "You've cleared your name in the town, but you? Are in the shit with the Kobolds."

He smirked just the tiniest bit.

"In spite of your fighter's best efforts at negotiating peace at the end of a lit torch."

Sorry, Keyleth.

"At least you've learned a few things since your encounter in the field. The Kobolds would have been digging there whether there was a farmer's field or not, and you suspect it isn't that they were looking for something so much as they were perhaps building something. You've made a sort of progress, there, so level up, if you're keeping track! and so, a little bit wiser and more experienced than before, you set off toward the sewers, to see if there's anything in the underground that will give you further clues to the Kobolds' purpose."

A pause.

"And, ah, to hopefully get them to stop swarming on you whenever you set foot outside of town."

He clapped his hands and grinned.

"So, into the sewers. Let's solve a mystery."

[OOC: Open!]

So, the good news? Today, the Danger Shop seemed to be more or less cooperating with Fjord.

The bad news? Students were stepping into it, and directly into a jail cell. The bars looked sturdy, there was a window to the outside world a little too high up the wall to be convenient, and your jailer, an aging human gentleman who was seated across the room with a hawkish look in his eye and a crossbow in his hands, didn't look terribly thrilled to be there with them.

Fjord was at least kind enough to be on the inside of the bars with the students for this lecture. Didn't want to trip too many concerns right off the bat, did he?

"Congratulations," he informed the group once they all settled in. "You seem to have been arrested." He looked them all over and smirked faintly. "Today, you'll be meeting your companions for the first time. Whatever landed you here, from being caught for an actual crime to simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time is going to be up to you, but I'd love for you to share what that reason was with me, if not with the class, so that I know what I'm working with going forward. What I'd like from today is twofold, but the direction this takes is, of course, going to be up to you. First, you'll have to get to know one another, at least enough to figure out how to put your classmates' talents and your own to use in this situation. Second, you'll have to get the hell out of here. Whether y'all stage a jailbreak or try to find a more legitimate means of egress is going to be left up to you. You've got the means of getting out of here one way or another between you."

He spread his hands, and then grinned and stepped backwards through the bars as if they were simply mist. This wasn't a Fjord trick so much as a good roll to see if the Danger Shop was cooperating this morning quirk of the program to allow him to follow the group wherever today took them, but damn if it wasn't fun to do.

"So... Jatila, Yelden, Seros, Kriv, Edor, and..." He waved vaguely at Trevor. "Chevy." This was what happened when you didn't give him a name, Trevor. "What do you do?"

[OOC: Open! With the mother of all OOC comments below for Prompto and Nina, mostly!]