Academy of Drell, Part 5

[Jeremy]

Rallyn grits his teeth, "Don't.. have any.. I can hold him for maybe a couple more minutes, but he's breaking free..."

 

[Zhure]

The group quickly ties up the last two orcs with some leather thongs courtesy of Serbanas's workshop.

Serbanas, sounds almost disappointed when he's asked for binding gear. "Maybe they can tell us something, but I feel taking prisoners is a waste of time."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Perhaps not so great a waste of time as you would think, Sir." Lyrique sings The Sirens' calling (Charm person) on the orc who did not go to sleep.

 

[Zhure]

The captured pair of orcs, one sleeping, the other one apparently charmed, no longer offer a resistance.

The charmed one, turning to Lyrique asks in gutteral orc, "Get me outta here, buddy." With a conspiratorial wink he gives out a smile.

* * *

Meanwhile, Serbanas reports what he has seen.

"I heard the explosions last night and came running. I found a whole lot of orcs overrunning the island. After dispatching a couple I came back to my workshop to get a weapon and I've been making raids on them ever since. They were pretty stubborn about sticking around until you guys showed up."

He winces as he stretches.

"They got me pretty good, but I managed to teach them to leave my workshop alone."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Mr. Serbanas, sir Have you any information about my parents?" Lyrique looks at his new friend and says "Sorry I don't speak Orc. Do you speak common? What can you tell me about what's going on around here?"

 

[Jarval]

"We noticed the bodies." Mortimer says to Serbanas. "You seem to have thinned their numbers somewhat. How badly have they hit the Academy?"

 

[Jeremy]

"Thanks guys... Thanks Serbanas. Palasant made it out too, though he said he left his blade with you or on the training grounds. Do you know where his flamberge is?"

Rallyn plops onto the ground, a little drained from all the excitement, and deeply relieved to see Serbanas survived the raid.

"Good work Lyrique..."

 

[Zhure]

The orc looks baffled by Lyrique's words. Again, in orc, he says, "C'mon, buddy, your strange friends look like they want to eat me."


Serbanas (plainly a half-orc, one of the few on the island) chuckles and says, in common, to Lyrique. "See? I warned you. I'm not a translator*.

"Sorry about your parents, I honestly don't know anything, kid. I got near the commissary, but didn't go inside. You could tell it'd been hit though.

"I haven't been down the hill, to the town, at least not all the way, but the school proper looks pretty bad. I saw a few students killed, but it looked like the tribesmen were taking them somewhere, intent more on capturing people than murder or pillage, from what little I saw."

After Rallyn mentions Palasant, Serbanas gets a somewhat irked look in his eyes. "That little runt didn't leave his blade here. I've no use for Imperial swords. I refuse to make them or work on them.

"Speaking of weapons, you kids might need re-equipped. Come inside and take what you need. Speak up, what would you like?**"


*Those who've been on the island for awhile knows Serbanas vehemently eschews his orc heritage. This is very common knowledge.

** Serbanas is also renowned as a weapon smith. He has on hand a lot of exotic and specialty weapons. Many of them are on display on the walls of his small cottage.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Thanks Rallyn. My voice is my prode and joy. Now any one here speak Orc? This guy could be a font of information but I'm unable to understand him." Lyrique starts off to the cottage with the rest. "Please we've got to go see if my parents are safe once we're equiped."

 

[Lichtenhart]

"He said we look like we want to eat him, and he's not far from the truth." says Victor, trying to quell his rage. He puts away his crossbow, but leave ti charged and ready.
"I know orc's language. But probably everyone but me and you should go away, or he won't trust us."