Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Tokiwong]

Travellios turns his head slowy at Lyrique's words.

"W-w-w....wand of fireballs you said!? Oh...oh yes I can most certainly utilize that to profound effect! Should find any wands of charming or invisibility or somesuch I'll be sure to pass them your way. Wh-where did you say it was?"

Keith glances to the wand...

Please don't get too excited brother elf... you act as if you are about to lay with your first maiden... a tell-tale trait... something that could be exploited if need be...

 

[Jarval]

Lyrique continues to look at the map. "There are things here that I just don't comprehend. Hey Mortimer. Can you give me a hand?"

Mortimer digs around in his backpack before pulling out a small hand lens.

"Tutsan's Deciphering Magnifier." He states, heading over to have a look at the map. "It's carries some mild enchantments that aid your comprehension of what you read." He leans over the map, peering through the magnifier.

Decipher Script check: 18 (roll) + 14 (skill modifier) = 32

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Keith shrugs, "That sounds reasonable enough to me Lyrique, I have nothing against you, or your people, just never get in my face like that ever again, and we should be fine."

Lyrique looks at Keith strangely, "Cousin? What do you mean by 'my people'?" Lyrique brushes his hair out of the way exposing his elvish ears.
"Heres the wand Travellios. Keep it safe. I have the staff of Fire." Lyrique's eyes light up as he says that last part.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith nods, still placid, "Your family, are your people, I presume, or am I mistaken, just as my family are my people, I do not speak of your people in the sense of species, I speak of kin... familial blood, nothing more."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique just shakes his head and sighs. Obviously he was raised by Dwarves or something. He is as un-elven as they come. He thinks to himself as he gets back to the map.

 

[Tokiwong]

Lyrique just shakes his head and sighs. Obviously he was raised by Dwarves or something. He is as un-elven as they come. He thinks to himself as he gets back to the map.

Keith waits for an answer, cocking his head to the side, seeing that he is ignored he quips, "Hmmph, anything new with the map?"

Is it it just me, or do I sense much hostility in my stalwart comrades? I wonder what you would do in this situation, Allistair... no, I must handle this on my own.

 

[Velenne]

Travellios tucks away the wand in his robes with tender loving care, even petting it once. Once affixed, he feels its weight as a comfort. My first wand...and it's Evocation too!

"What's this about a map reading? My staff can easily decipher any language in existance. May I have a look?"

If he can get close, the handsome elf will hold his staff near the map. Small motes of magical light decend from its circular end and affix to the page where they cover over the existing scribbles. To Travellios's eyes, those motes form into letters which only he can read.

 

[Zhure]

After Mortimer carefully scans the paper and puzzles it through, it becomes a lot more clear.

The lower right, is a series of notes about the shoals and reefs hidden under the waters. The scribbled bits are related to orc somewhat, but the author clearly either wasn't a scribe or was so accustomed to jotting notes only for his own use, he didn't pay attention to normal syntax and usage.

The squiggles in the lower left of the island are apparently representative of some kind of quicksand or frozen marshy area, though that makes little sense.

The darkened dot, center left lower, is some sort of tower.

A cove is clearly marked on the south of the island.

A small peninsula on the east of the island is cryptically marked "giant" and the far north of the island seems to have some notes about ice floes.

Travellios's magic clearly reveals the notations on avoiding the shoals, but the rest is still indecipherable, as it seems to be a series of visual cues rather than a true language.

 

[Calim]

Paendaerig the prodigal son

Along the beach headed towards town and away from nowhere, seems at what appears at first glance to be a wood elf walking along the shore. As itgets closer though you can start to see it is to short to be an elf but it is surely dressed as an elf. He seems to be striding with a purpose to the closest group. He walks up to the people at the boat and calmly and politlely waits for there attention before speaking. As soon as he has someone's attention he will ask if he has made it to the academy and if someone could tell him were he could find out about his parents who came here almost 120 years ago.

 

[Jeremy]

OOC: Might Rallyn's parents know his parents?

"So Keith and Sildarin can scout after sea chanties, wind, and hard work get us there thanks to the map provide---d--by---What the?"

Rallyn watches the elf/gnome approach with a dropped jaw. As he comes to a stop, Rallyn's jaw clicks shut. He listens to his question and looks around.

This one will probably just head off with the others thankfully. Last thing we need is another elf. Especially a gnome who thinks he's an elf...