Academy of Drell, Part 5

[Argent Silvermage]

sorry double post!

Eek.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn shrugs. "Well, I guess. But who's to say they haven't rounded up people in town too? I just.. Well I don't know, I think we should head up to the Academy and recover our gear before we head closer to where all the orcs were headed, ya know?"

Rallyn looks to the others to see what they think.

 

[Dalamar]

Inns have chicks. Let's go there.

"Maybe... we should check the Academy... there might... be other students..."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"I guess your right. I just don't feel comfortable out here. I'm not a woodsy elf. Father is a Gray Elf and mom was raised by them.
Great Goddess! Mom and Dad!" Lyrique starts running toward the Academy.

 

[Jeremy]

"$h#@." Rallyn takes off up the hill as well after Lyrique while manifesting a missive, his eyes blazing with green fire.

Lyrique, running will get you spotted. Must sneak to save.

Rallyn tries to overtake Lyrique and take cover with him.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique stops. Tears streaming down his eyes "We have to find them. My parents work for the Academy."

 

[GnomeWorks]

"I agree with Rallyn and Sildarin." Charlotte says. "Even if the inn has not been taken, there will almost certainly be orcs there. We should go to the Academy first, and get our equipment. Then we will be able to tackle anything we run into in town."

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn catches his breath and scans up the hill aways, looking for anything out of the ordinary...

"And that's what we're going to do. But we can't do them or anyone else any good with big thick arrows sticking out of us." Rallyn nudges Lyrique. "So lets get the drop on our would be opponents and make them bristle with quarrels."

 

[Jarval]

The sound of running feet can be heard coming along the road leading towards the town. A young man dressed in brown leather pants and a blue shirt is dashing along the road, glancing back over his shoulder. At the sight of the group of people gathered in front of him, he stops suddenly, hand dropping to the hilt of the rapier by his side.

"Are you from the Academy, or do you side with the orcs?" he asks, gasping for breath. He eyes the group suspiciously, gripping his sword tightly.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte raises her eyebrow at the newcomer.

"Oh, don't be such a fool, Mortimer." She says, rolling her eyes. "Of course we are from the Academy. I have seen you in the library before."

[Edit - forget to welcome you to the game, Jarval... so, welcome! ]