Academy of Drell, Part 5

"He hasn't answered my initial questions. Why are they here and what do they want. Even Orcs must have some mission, whole sale slaughter is just not sane." Lyrique is upset that he is not getting the information he needs. "time is of the essence. I have to find my parents."
 

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"Thank you very much, Serbanas. I've never seen bolts balanced that well. You're right to be proud of your work."

"Which tribe do you belong to? Your friends wants to know what happened to his family. Do you know what happened in the city? And why did you attack the Academy? Is someone paying for all this?"
 

the captive

The orc senses the anger in Lyrique's voice.

"Sorry, buddy, the chiefs all got together and decided this winter we were going to do things differently. When the giants come out, we're going to have them feasting on humans instead of us for a change. So we came down here to capture a bunch. Great plan, eh?"
 

Lyrique looks at the Orc in horror. "Your chiefs have it wrong. The giants will not be eating our people. Wait here please." He walks over to Serbanas and says "Sir, Do you have anything I can use? My whip is fun but doesn't do the kind of damage these things deserve."
 

The disembodied voice of Sildarin comes out, sounding from the direction of the door.
"You... you wouldn't... have a bow... and some arrows... handy...?"
 

Charlotte's face takes on a look of surprise when Serbanas offers her the blade.

"Well, this is quite a blade," She says quietly, "I'm almost afraid, knowing that you can do better than this!"

"Thank you very much," Charlotte says, putting it in her belt. "I owe you."
 

Serbanas smiles when Lyrique mentions whips. "I was hoping you'd ask. I've this beauty waiting for a long while." He reaches into his copius belt pouch and uncoils a whip dagger, the point sheathed in a red leather scabbard.

"It's a lovely piece I spent some time on, a bit heavy, but hard hitting. The hide is quadruple-wrapped strips of displacer pelt and the hilt is allegedly oliphant tush. That part I didn't make." He holds it out, elaborate scrimshaw of leaping sharks engraved into the handle stand out sharply against the plain lacquered pommel.

Masterwork Mighty (STR 18) Whip Dagger, Adamantium, +1 to hit and damage.

"Ah, Sildarin, I see," he pauses for dramatic effect, "you're still about. I haven't anything special in arrows, save a few I crafted. But this bow is quite special..."

Serbanas goes into his cottage and comes out with a round lump of faded green stone, much like a fist-sized chunk of polished jade. In Sildarin's hands, it springs into shape as a bow.

Masterwork ferroplasm mighty composite shortbow (STR 14), +1 to hit and damage

Turning to Charlotte, he looks a bit ashamed. "I have no real magical talent, and due to circumstances beyond my control, I only use nonmagical material. The ferroplasm," he says, pointing at the bow he handed Sildarin, "is the closest I've come. I have no knack for magic.

"If anyone would rather try something else out, I have some odd weapons, like these iron fish or my pride, the nine-dragon trident I wield. I have a few others if any of you think you can master the skill quickly enough?"

These are all exotic weapons, and can be wielded at a -4 without the appropriate feat(s).
 

"WOW! This is exquisite. Sir you have outdone yourself yet again. Gather always said you were an artist not just a craftsman. and what is an 'iron fish'?" at the mention of his father lyrique looks like he may cry.
 

Serbanas wordlessly draws an immense, skillet-sized, fish-shaped object from his back and he hurls it at a nearby tree stump, where the oddly aerodynamic item imbeds itself deeply.

See the picture in the OOC thread. It's a 2d6 medium thrown weapon.
 


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