Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Zhure]

Glukma

Glukma looks kind of sad as he answers Mortimer. "Not many would join us, I think. Maybe Boromin, that's about it. If he and I hadn't been wounded, we probably would've gone with the others, I think. They seemed to have taken all the aggressive ones and the troublemakers. The rest are kind of ... weak-willed? maybe, something like that."

 

[Zhure]

As Rallyn gazes out to sea, he notices the water is unseasonably calm. Still a little choppy and cold, but nothing like it normally is this time of year. Usually Drell is practically unreachable from the mainland when the winter winds hit.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn

"Oh goodie..."

Rallyn's shoulder's slump as he looks over the water. That isn't right... Either it's just waiting for us to get out there before it pulls us under, or someone has the power to hold it steady long enough for the orcish longboats to make their journey.

Rallyn shivers and huddles closer in on himself. Neither idea seems particularly appealing to him.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

After the song, Lyrique will collect his things and make for the longboat. "I must go. I will not stand by and let my parents be fed to a dragon." He throws his things into the boat and awaits his friends and whomever will champion the cause.

 

[Zhure]

Lyrique approaches Rallyn, who is staring at the choppy froth. As the two are commiserating near the longboat, Glukma walks up as well. In the distance, Boromin can be seen huffing and puffing under a heavy load.

Glukma looks cleaned up some, but isn't carrying any weapons; Boromin has a full pack, laden down with a miscellany of goods. On the outside of his pack is a tower shield and what appears to be the various parts of half-plate armor and a huge axe.

"I'm ready," Boromin wheezes.

Glukma just clambers into the boat without a comment.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Rallyn? Where are Charlotte, Mortimer and Sildarin? Have they decided not to come?" Lyrique asks.

 

[Jarval]

Mortimer jogs over from up the beach. He calls over to Lyrique as he gets closer to the ship.

"Just been getting us some vitals. After all, I'm guessing food wouldn't go amiss on this trip."


OOC: Mortimer has been going around town, trying to gather up food and water from anyone who is willing to give it. He may have played the "savour of the island" card a few times...

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique beams at his friend. "Ha! I knew you wouldn't Kobold out!" Lyrique will check out what exactly is in the longboat once the food is stored away.
[OOC: Lyrique has both the wand and staff at this time.]

 

[Jeremy]

"Sildarin? Charlotte? They were over..." Rallyn looks over to where they were whispering, "There somewhere? I guess they had something to take care of. I don't see them."

Rallyn gets up and brushes off the snow. "So you two are ready to join us, huh? Glad to have some travelling companions." The bushy browed gnome smiles at Boromin and Glukma. "I don't suppose you know where the first emperor's legendary cache of weapons are so we can take on an orc legion trying to feed our families to giants, do you?"

Rallyn grins, "No? Oh well, we'll figure something out."

 

[Zhure]

Glukma makes some sort of noncommittal grunt. "I wish..." his voice tapers off.

Boromin says, "No, laddie, I do not, but if I did, I'd crack it open and dance on the skull of Kazak if I were able to exact some revenge by it."