Academy of Drell, Part 5
- Thread starter Zhure
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Nah, +4 sounds good.
Zhure
First Post
As Slith sneaks toward the cottage, Rallyn manages to telekinetically drag one of the snipers to his feet. He clumsily knocks an arrow but then it skitters wildly, missing his companion by a mere knuckle's length, twanging into the ground, with the arrow splitting up to the knock from the vibrations.
The group of snipers skitter around, bows drawn, pointing in random directions, trying to locate the source of this "attack" on them.
Meanwhile, under cover of this confusion, Slith manages to successfully sneak all the way to the stone walkway around the cottage. From personal experience, the group knows the cottage is 'U'-shaped. Half of the 'U' is personal quarters, half is indoors instruction, and a smithy, and the 'open' area in the center is a paved sparring area. In the wintertime, as it is now, the center has a canvas cover.
Inside the covered sparring area, stands Serbanas. Slith can clearly see he's injured, as he's naked to the waist, with slick gory marks of arrow wounds notched into his skin. In his hands Serbanas holds some odd weapon, a great two-handed pole-weapon with a head shaped like a -- a coat rack?
The group of snipers skitter around, bows drawn, pointing in random directions, trying to locate the source of this "attack" on them.
Meanwhile, under cover of this confusion, Slith manages to successfully sneak all the way to the stone walkway around the cottage. From personal experience, the group knows the cottage is 'U'-shaped. Half of the 'U' is personal quarters, half is indoors instruction, and a smithy, and the 'open' area in the center is a paved sparring area. In the wintertime, as it is now, the center has a canvas cover.
Inside the covered sparring area, stands Serbanas. Slith can clearly see he's injured, as he's naked to the waist, with slick gory marks of arrow wounds notched into his skin. In his hands Serbanas holds some odd weapon, a great two-handed pole-weapon with a head shaped like a -- a coat rack?
Jeremy
Explorer
Damn it! Stupid, stupid, stupid, pig-faced murdering bastards!
Rallyn forcefully causes the orc sniper under his control to try to grab and tackle the nearest orc sniper to it.
Touch Attack: 11 (13 roll +2 base +? str -4 circumstance), Grapple Check: 17 (19 roll +2 base +? str -4 circumstance)
Rallyn forcefully causes the orc sniper under his control to try to grab and tackle the nearest orc sniper to it.
Touch Attack: 11 (13 roll +2 base +? str -4 circumstance), Grapple Check: 17 (19 roll +2 base +? str -4 circumstance)
Dalamar
Adventurer
I see him! He's alive, wounded but alive. I told you you shoudld've taught me how to speak so I could now talk to him.
And you would also cause your own destruction by trying to flirt to each two-legged female that you came across. And not even necessarily two-legged.
What should we do?
I'm coming over.
You told you couldn't because you're so big! What's this about?
I'll turn invisible.
Now you do it...
Sildarin concentrates momentarily on the tattoo in the back of his left hand. It shimmers for a moment and then fades out of sight, soon accompanied by Sildarin.
He then sneak past the distracted orc snipers to see Serbanas.
When he gets there, he whispers.
"Serbanas... it's me... Sildarin... there are others outside..."
And you would also cause your own destruction by trying to flirt to each two-legged female that you came across. And not even necessarily two-legged.
What should we do?
I'm coming over.
You told you couldn't because you're so big! What's this about?
I'll turn invisible.
Now you do it...
Sildarin concentrates momentarily on the tattoo in the back of his left hand. It shimmers for a moment and then fades out of sight, soon accompanied by Sildarin.
He then sneak past the distracted orc snipers to see Serbanas.
When he gets there, he whispers.
"Serbanas... it's me... Sildarin... there are others outside..."
Zhure
First Post
The orcish snipers are in complete disarray. The one under Rallyn's control flails about madly at his brethren. Both of them tussle about, but the one who was his target steps back, bow raised and grunts out a clear warning in gutteral orc.
*****
In Serbanas's cottage, Sildarin reveals his prescence, still remaining invisible...
Serbanas seems startled at first, but recognizes your voice. "Sildarin! Glad to see you are well. I fixed your sword." He gestures toward a work bench where Sildarin's rapier sits, gleaming, freshly oiled, with a new blue jewel set in the pommel. "Don't worry, it was inexpensive and added a nice balance as well."
Serbanas leans his nine-dragon trident against the wall and holds out his hand. His sword leaps from Sildarin's scabbard, becomes visible, and smacks into Serbanas's hand.
"What's the plan?"
*****
In Serbanas's cottage, Sildarin reveals his prescence, still remaining invisible...
Serbanas seems startled at first, but recognizes your voice. "Sildarin! Glad to see you are well. I fixed your sword." He gestures toward a work bench where Sildarin's rapier sits, gleaming, freshly oiled, with a new blue jewel set in the pommel. "Don't worry, it was inexpensive and added a nice balance as well."
Serbanas leans his nine-dragon trident against the wall and holds out his hand. His sword leaps from Sildarin's scabbard, becomes visible, and smacks into Serbanas's hand.
"What's the plan?"
Jarval
Explorer
Mortimer dips his hand into the gray bag on his belt, and pulls forth a small, fuzzy ball. Tossing it onto the ground in front of him, he sends the resulting bat (rolled a 29) flying around the head of the orc shouting a warning.
"Shall we join the fight? They don't really seem to be paying us a lot of attention at the moment."
"Shall we join the fight? They don't really seem to be paying us a lot of attention at the moment."
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Lyrique chants the Flight of Sereen the wise and prepairs to sing theSandman's gift.
(he cast Expeditious Retreat and is prepairing sleep.)
(he cast Expeditious Retreat and is prepairing sleep.)
