Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Tokiwong]

"I suppose danger is an inherant part of our current situation. As I said, it is shocking to find what one is capable of when one's life is on the line. Ready? Not particularly, but I will do what I must to preserve lives...especially mine own, " he grins at the elf, considering that the bladesman might agree with such logic, "but not so far as to put it before others, of course."

He was interested in what the elf's reply to that would be, and just when he planned to put away his sword.

Keith checks the edge of the blade once more before doing more sharpening with his whet stone, "Protecting one's life becopmes paramount in the midst of violence and danger. it is the will to keep one's mettle, and maintain the calm, in the face of chaos that will be the true test. Perhaps a better question for you cousin elf, is when Death smile's at you, will you smile back?"

Perhaps this elf, will not be so bad... for now.

 

[Velenne]

Travellios appears introspective for a moment, seemingly giving the question serious thought. In the end, he turns his gaze toward the scarred school he once called his second home, looks back to meet the elf's eyes, raises his eybrows and says in all seriousness, "I already have."

His grin then returns and he heads for one of the rowing benches.

 

[Tokiwong]

"What has transpired is only the prelude to something, far greater, Travellios," Keith replies still admiring his blade.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique walks up to Keith and looks him square in the eyes. "Are you done with the false bravado? We have families to rescue." Lyrique turns his back on Keith and gets in a rowing seat.
As soon as we start rowing Lyrique will start singing the only Sea Chantie he knows. It about a fishermans wife and a talking fish. it's only a few verses but it should be enough to make Keith's blood boil.

 

[Tokiwong]

Lyrique walks up to Keith and looks him square in the eyes. "Are you done with the false bravado? We have families to rescue." Lyrique turns his back on Keith and gets in a rowing seat.
As soon as we start rowing Lyrique will start singing the only Sea Chantie he knows. It about a fishermans wife and a talking fish. it's only a few verses but it should be enough to make Keith's blood boil.

Keith stands, and remains calm, "You don't know me Lyrique, and so one, never get in my face, and two, I don't have false bravado, but if I threaten you that much then say it. Stop being a child, because I won't act like a child. Sing your songs, and chanties, but never get in my face and insult me ever again, surely I have never insulted you," his blade still in hand, he gently sheathes his blade, and tends the fire.

"Before we set sail, Lyrique, perhaps we should wait for Charlotte and Rallyn to join us, and I have yet to hear of anything resembling a plan of what we are about to undertake, and only an idiot, dives right into the action... Lyrique," Keith replies.

 

[Jarval]

"Now then, don't go calling this man an idiot." Mortimer says to Keith. "Lyrique was defending the people of this island while you were wandering aimlessly. Just because you're in love with your blade and talk of death doesn't make you any more of man than him. As far as a plan goes, I'll hear any ideas you have, but we can't plan too much. We just don't know what we're heading into."

Mortimer goes ashore and walks up to where Charlotte and Rallyn stand talking. "The noble Keith wishes for your presence." His tone dripping with sarcasm. "He wants to hold a council of war to plan our grand campaign against the orcs." He scowls back at the ship. Gods, that elf showed up five minutes ago, and we're already fighting amongst ourselves. Damn nobles...


OOC: Just to be clear, this is nothing personal to you, Tokiwong. Keith's just rubbing Mortimer up the wrong way If you're not OK with this, I'll have Mortimer cool down a bit.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith listens, "I agree, you are all heroes, and I wish i could have been there to aid you, and I shall not downplay your actions, and perhaps I must earn my place again..."

But I will not be disrespected in such a manner, by Lyrique or anyone, without just recourse...

OOC: Works for me, I know Keith is not easy to get along...

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn looks to Charlotte for any indication of more questions and whispers a warning that Mortimer is coming. When Mortimer gets there he nods to him.

"Don't let Keith get to you. He's a good fighter, just a little cold. He's ripped into me too."

Rallyn looks to Charlotte one more time then heads back with Mortimer, looking nervously out to sea.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte nods.

"Thanks, Rallyn." She says. "I know you feel like you haven't helped me much, but you have."

All I really needed to do was talk to someone.

"...all I really needed to do was talk to someone, I guess." She says again after a moment's hesitation.

As Mortimer shows up, she raises an eyebrow as he speaks.

"While I would agree with you that nobles tend to be less... amiable than most," Charlotte says coldly, "you would be wise to remember that I, too, am a member of an aristocracy. Please keep that in mind when making generalizations."

She then leans down to Rallyn. "I hope that this whole thing doesn't cause any trouble." She whispers to him. "I don't want our purpose being torn apart because of infighting. If it comes to that, we'll be in trouble... and I'm slightly worried that it might end up being all my fault, directly or indirectly..."

 

[Zhure]

The map is very crude. In the lower right are hand-written instructions in some derivation of orc. These look more like cryptic reminder notes than actual script.

In the upper corner is a clear indicator of north, and there are symbols around the island indicating some kind of different dangers, apparently.