Argent Silvermage
First Post
Hi Mortimer. Where did you come from? Town or the Academy?
Academy of Drell, Part 5
- Thread starter Zhure
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Jarval
Explorer
Mortimer blinks in recognition of his fellow students.
"Sorry Charlotte, but I'm panicking." he takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. "I've just come from the town. The harbor is full of longships, hundreds of them, and the orcs have torched the inn. The place is a mess, they're going through it like a hot knife through butter."
"Sorry Charlotte, but I'm panicking." he takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. "I've just come from the town. The harbor is full of longships, hundreds of them, and the orcs have torched the inn. The place is a mess, they're going through it like a hot knife through butter."
Zhure
First Post
Mortimer's fortituous arrival has provided invaluable information about the status of the town. Rallyn's quick thinking has kept Lyrique from charging ahead mindlessly but it's obvious Lyrique is still focussed on finding his family.
As the group tries to use some stealth to reach their rooms in the Academy to get their missing gear, they come across swaths of devastation and death. The bodies of a few students lie cold in the morning sun. Smoke is smouldering from the library, although it doesn't look like it's going to catch afire; all the beautiful stained glass is smashed.
Here and there, the body of a fallen orc lies, but only a few. Far more students have died than orcs.
Across a series of rises, near Serbanas's cottage, this all changes. At least thirty orc corpses are lying in disarrayed heaps. Four of them are the nefarious snipers the group has already encountered.
Move Silent and Spot checks here again
As the group tries to use some stealth to reach their rooms in the Academy to get their missing gear, they come across swaths of devastation and death. The bodies of a few students lie cold in the morning sun. Smoke is smouldering from the library, although it doesn't look like it's going to catch afire; all the beautiful stained glass is smashed.
Here and there, the body of a fallen orc lies, but only a few. Far more students have died than orcs.
Across a series of rises, near Serbanas's cottage, this all changes. At least thirty orc corpses are lying in disarrayed heaps. Four of them are the nefarious snipers the group has already encountered.
Move Silent and Spot checks here again
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Move Silently: 13+2=15
Spot: 16+2=18
Spot: 16+2=18
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Move silently: 15 Hide: 4
[OOC: My dice hate Lyrique. *Sob*]
[OOC: My dice hate Lyrique. *Sob*]
Jarval
Explorer
"Gods! Someone seems to have been thinning the numbers a bit here." Mortimer quietly exclaims at the orc's bodies. He unsheathes his rapier, and moves forwards as quietly as possible.
Move Silently 10, Hide 19, Spot 15, Listen 13 (not really sure how many of these are going to be needed...)
Move Silently 10, Hide 19, Spot 15, Listen 13 (not really sure how many of these are going to be needed...)
Zhure
First Post
As Sildarin crests the hillock, the sword he carries hums loudly, almost leaping from the sheath on its own...
A closer examination of the orc bodies makes it difficult to discern what caused their death. Some weapon, but which one exactly is almost impossible to tell. Some of their wounds are slashes, some are deep punctures and some are obviously broken bones.
Charlotte notes amidst the trampled snow and brownish grass, a clear trail leading toward a copse of wood and can make out the shape of a few brutish orcs trying to hide within. They do not seem to be looking for the group, or waiting in ambush. Rather they seem to be hiding from something.
At the base of the three hillocks the group is standing near, Serbarnas's cottage can be seen, with a ring of about four orcish snipers crouched behind cover obviously watching the weapon-master's cottage.
A closer examination of the orc bodies makes it difficult to discern what caused their death. Some weapon, but which one exactly is almost impossible to tell. Some of their wounds are slashes, some are deep punctures and some are obviously broken bones.
Charlotte notes amidst the trampled snow and brownish grass, a clear trail leading toward a copse of wood and can make out the shape of a few brutish orcs trying to hide within. They do not seem to be looking for the group, or waiting in ambush. Rather they seem to be hiding from something.
At the base of the three hillocks the group is standing near, Serbarnas's cottage can be seen, with a ring of about four orcish snipers crouched behind cover obviously watching the weapon-master's cottage.
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