[OPEN] I've got ideas, but it's nothing I picked up at school

[misdirection_hex]

WHO: Vandelin and anyone else!
WHAT: Concussions. (Among other things.)
WHEN: Any time during the month.
WHERE: The library and the clinic.
NOTES: Always happy to add another starter!

1. Library

There's very little that Vandelin actually misses about the Circle, and still less that he would ever admit to missing--but the one thing he'd appreciate having back, even if he'd never cop to it, is a library that accommodates short people well. Perhaps Hasmal's library had been designed by an elven mage, or perhaps its low shelves and abundant stepladders were simply coincidental conveniences, but he'd never had any trouble reaching a book he wanted back there.

Well, there's nothing for it. He's not about to just ask someone for help. Checking carefully to make sure nobody's watching, he places a chair in front of the shelf, stacks a couple thick textbooks on top of it, and gets climbing.

2. Clinic

The chair had looked stable. Vandelin will maintain until his dying day that his makeshift stepladder had been a perfectly decent idea while it lasted. He has, in fact, been insisting this all the way to the clinic, with slightly slurred words, to the annoyance of the guy who's taken it upon himself to escort the poor concussed elf there so that he isn't wandering aimlessly around Darktown with a huge target on his back.

The walk has at least done him a bit of good, and he is slightly more lucid when he makes his way through the door, off-balance and bruised and leaning on his staff. "Is there a...wait, or can I just see a healer?"

3. Wildcard

Surprise me!

Comments

[inagutterson]

"She could snap you like a wishbone she could. Honey Badger Hold. You know much about honey badgers?"

Did you know that an Avvar can pick up a dwarf under each arm and toss them into a goat pen without even a hitch in their breathing? Because they can and it's probably really impressive if you're not one of the dwarves in question although it's really rare to ever get to go flying so if you're into that then he could recommend it. Right up until the goats. Literally shit.

Faster than might be thought of for a dwarf since they've got a reputation for being stout somehow as you could just roll them along halls like kegs, as if they're all well-fed deshyrs, Yngvi rolls into action. (Yes, yes, he rolls but combat rolls are totally different, that requires being fast and healthy.) He springs to his feet, hands out because look, he's not going to let you break your spindly elf body in front of him. "I'd give it a six, a generous six, a seven if you had a flashier outfit or if it was a dirty book."