Academy of Drell, Part 6
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Dalamar
Adventurer
You know, the others are making plans again. You should be taking part.
Why? So far the best I could've done has been drawing attacks off from those that can actually fight. And I've been able to heal some, but that's beside the point. I don't want to be a walking healing battery.
For the sake of all that is sacred! Maybe you could do something else if you told them what you can do!
I don't really feel like doing anything like that.
You're one of the heroes of Drell, it's your duty, your responsibility! You don't want to give up when things get a bit rough, not like your parents did.
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARENTS!"
Sildarin's angry yell cuts through the silence, yet he seems to not have noticed letting it out.
And neither do you!
They gave me away to protect me! It was for my own good!
You don't know that! You might as well be a misshap, undesired side-effect of one night spent in passion!
"NO! It's not that! It's not that..."
A few tears run down his cheeks, escaping from his closed eyes.
Why? So far the best I could've done has been drawing attacks off from those that can actually fight. And I've been able to heal some, but that's beside the point. I don't want to be a walking healing battery.
For the sake of all that is sacred! Maybe you could do something else if you told them what you can do!
I don't really feel like doing anything like that.
You're one of the heroes of Drell, it's your duty, your responsibility! You don't want to give up when things get a bit rough, not like your parents did.
"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARENTS!"
Sildarin's angry yell cuts through the silence, yet he seems to not have noticed letting it out.
And neither do you!
They gave me away to protect me! It was for my own good!
You don't know that! You might as well be a misshap, undesired side-effect of one night spent in passion!
"NO! It's not that! It's not that..."
A few tears run down his cheeks, escaping from his closed eyes.
Zhure
First Post
For a short while, there aren't any plot-driven events. We can forward time or the PCs can act rather than reacting to the upcoming events.
I guess what I'm saying is the ball is in your court for the next 24 hours of game time.
While it's a bit of metagaming to reveal that, I expect no one will do anything terribly rash or uncharacteristic. Just talk amongst yourselves to reach a decision on what you're going to do or not do, as the case may be.
I guess what I'm saying is the ball is in your court for the next 24 hours of game time.
While it's a bit of metagaming to reveal that, I expect no one will do anything terribly rash or uncharacteristic. Just talk amongst yourselves to reach a decision on what you're going to do or not do, as the case may be.
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
"Mortimer is right." Charlotte says. "We have a ship. There are bound to be some villagers that are capable in the sailing of such a vessel. We have some idea of where they're going... and if we don't, I'm sure that someone here at Drell would be able to give us a clue."
"Rallyn is right about the people. Send them to the Academy for now, to the library and the sparring grounds. Those two spots should be large enough to fit them all. Then we can go into town, get rid of any other orcs we find, and clean it out. Then we can let them back into the town, and we can set off with our ship and our crew."
"As for what way to go..." She stops as Sildarin cries out. "You two continue talking about this. We need to figure out if there is someone on the island can tell us which way they went. I'll go take care of Sildarin."
She then walks over to Sildarin.
"Do you want to talk about your parents, Sildarin?" She asks quietly. "You've been through a lot just recently... we all have. You can't keep it all inside. You have to talk to someone about it, Sildarin... otherwise you won't be any good to anyone. You don't have to tell me, but you have to tell someone. We care about you, Sildarin, and I for one won't stand by and let you destroy yourself because of something gnawing at you from the inside."
My, my... aren't we getting friendly.
It's necessary. We can't have him fall apart on us.
You just keep telling yourself that, Charlotte.
It's the truth!
You're very good at lying to yourself.
Sildarin is my friend. I owe it to him to try to help him.
But do you need to get friendly doing it?
Are you suggesting that I stay distant? Ignore the troubles of others, like my parents do every day? Just let everything go on, and ignore everything that doesn't directly affect me?
I'm just saying, Charlotte.
And I don't want you to 'say' anything.
Fine.
Fine.
"Rallyn is right about the people. Send them to the Academy for now, to the library and the sparring grounds. Those two spots should be large enough to fit them all. Then we can go into town, get rid of any other orcs we find, and clean it out. Then we can let them back into the town, and we can set off with our ship and our crew."
"As for what way to go..." She stops as Sildarin cries out. "You two continue talking about this. We need to figure out if there is someone on the island can tell us which way they went. I'll go take care of Sildarin."
She then walks over to Sildarin.
"Do you want to talk about your parents, Sildarin?" She asks quietly. "You've been through a lot just recently... we all have. You can't keep it all inside. You have to talk to someone about it, Sildarin... otherwise you won't be any good to anyone. You don't have to tell me, but you have to tell someone. We care about you, Sildarin, and I for one won't stand by and let you destroy yourself because of something gnawing at you from the inside."
My, my... aren't we getting friendly.
It's necessary. We can't have him fall apart on us.
You just keep telling yourself that, Charlotte.
It's the truth!
You're very good at lying to yourself.
Sildarin is my friend. I owe it to him to try to help him.
But do you need to get friendly doing it?
Are you suggesting that I stay distant? Ignore the troubles of others, like my parents do every day? Just let everything go on, and ignore everything that doesn't directly affect me?
I'm just saying, Charlotte.
And I don't want you to 'say' anything.
Fine.
Fine.
Dalamar
Adventurer
Sildarin is surprised as Charlotte speaks, having concentrated on the conversation with Slith.
"Oh... I spoke out my thoughts, didn't I?"
His voice is clear but coloured by sadness and a little anger. And he has stopped stammering.
Got you again, didn't I?
"It's nothing special, really."
He pauses for a moment to arrange his thoughts.
"I just never knew my parents. I was found from the doorsteps of the Academy.
I guess that's the reason I try to help people, so nobody else would lose somebody dear for them if there's any way I can stop that."
A slight smile crosses his face.
"That's what caused me to grapple that arbalest, you remember that? Slith thought that it was suicidal of me... I didn't think about it at all."
...
"The other side is, I haven't opened for anybody because I was afraid I would hurt again. Getting nervous is... a self-preservation mechanism for me, I guess."
"Oh... I spoke out my thoughts, didn't I?"
His voice is clear but coloured by sadness and a little anger. And he has stopped stammering.
Got you again, didn't I?
"It's nothing special, really."
He pauses for a moment to arrange his thoughts.
"I just never knew my parents. I was found from the doorsteps of the Academy.
I guess that's the reason I try to help people, so nobody else would lose somebody dear for them if there's any way I can stop that."
A slight smile crosses his face.
"That's what caused me to grapple that arbalest, you remember that? Slith thought that it was suicidal of me... I didn't think about it at all."
...
"The other side is, I haven't opened for anybody because I was afraid I would hurt again. Getting nervous is... a self-preservation mechanism for me, I guess."
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Lyrique returns to his appointed task of allerting the brothers that the village has been saved. After that he will return to the village and aid in what ever he can.
"Sildarin, Charlotte I met up with 4 of the Emporers half orc Crimson Guard. They were looking for a Cleric named Agius. I have no idea who that is."
"Sildarin, Charlotte I met up with 4 of the Emporers half orc Crimson Guard. They were looking for a Cleric named Agius. I have no idea who that is."
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Charlotte puts her hand on Sildarin's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. You don't need to get nervous around us - we all know we, we won't make fun of you, or anything like that, Sildarin."
When Lyrique walks up, Charlotte sighs. "We'll talk about this later, Sildarin," She whispers to him.
"I don't know who that is. We should check with everyone else to see if they know who that is."
When Lyrique walks up, Charlotte sighs. "We'll talk about this later, Sildarin," She whispers to him.
"I don't know who that is. We should check with everyone else to see if they know who that is."
Dalamar
Adventurer
"Thanks."
Sildarin rises up from his sitting position, using the orc's staff as support.
But it's not the making fun of that hurts. It's losing somebody dear...
So you do like her!
I've told you a hundred times, I'm not ready to go steady!
Well, well, well. Did we get poetic all of a sudden?
Ahh... what the heck.
He approaches the others.
"So... anybody know something of magic weapons? These might just be."
He indicates the weapons he recovered from the shaman.
Sildarin rises up from his sitting position, using the orc's staff as support.
But it's not the making fun of that hurts. It's losing somebody dear...
So you do like her!
I've told you a hundred times, I'm not ready to go steady!
Well, well, well. Did we get poetic all of a sudden?
Ahh... what the heck.
He approaches the others.
"So... anybody know something of magic weapons? These might just be."
He indicates the weapons he recovered from the shaman.
Argent Silvermage
First Post
"Given a day or so I can sing to the magic in them and see what they are." Lyrique says "I have to do that for my Wand anyway to see how many charges are left."
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