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Academy of Drell, Part 6

Rallyn smiles up at Charlotte, keeping his voice low, "Don't worry about it. Like I said, he's a good fighter. He's just rough around the edges. If we have so little to do that we are fighting each other? Then I'll count it a good day. In any case, it wouldn't be you're fault."

Sometimes it's nice to be the son of a farmer. I hope Da's ok.
 

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Keith sheathes his blade, as Rallyn and Charlotte approach, glancing to the arrayed faces and eyes of the group around him, settling upon Charlotte's eyes for a moment, then he kneels and tends to the fire, "Perhaps Mortimer is right we cannot plan overly much, but I am equally skilled at stealth as I am with swordplay, perhaps a stealthy approach, may glean the location of the orcs, and their captives... unless I am mistaken."

"We do not have enough warriors to risk a full frontal assault, so we will have to rely on skill, and stealth," Keith stands, "That is just my suggestion, of course."
 

Rallyn nods.

"Sounds good to me. Sildarin is a hell of a scout too, what with the whole, I'm-standing-next-to-you-but-you-can't-see-me trick. I never could figure out that bit about bending light around yourself. Give me something you can touch any day. Nice solid and grounded."
 

"I had considered seeking scrolls of the Illusory school before making my trek in the hopes that I could find someone capable of using them. Though I doubly loathe relying on such nefarious tactics, it seems these are times for lothesome things. I won't even begin to elaborate on this unless it is necessary.

"Barring that, if we should find ourselves facing superior numbers and no apparent escape, and yet should our enemies be unawares of our presence, I may fashion for us a temporary home in an extradimensional space. If we are clever in our placement of the hole, the orcs may suspect nothing more than a ship adrift and take us directly into the heart of their fleet unguarded. I can only begin to imagine the disarray we could muster from there.

"Still, the thought occurs to me that we may seek instead to circumvent the enemy fleet entirely, put ashore in some nameless location, and make our way hastily south to warn the nations there. The immidiate err I see in this being that through luck, divinations, or deus ex machina they may have already been made aware and we shall find our time greatly wasted."

Trevellios catches himself lecturing again and halts to gather their input and his breath. Quite respectful of them to listen all the way through. Much unlike my kin and peers, indeed.
 

Rallyn scratches his head. Huh?

Rallyn looks around for some sign of comprehension of what the elf just said in the eyes of others to see if he should just nod and smile or ask questions.
 

Boromin

Boromin yells out, "Ease up on the lad. Sea chanties is for rowing, keeps the timing of the oars easier, just like swinging a pick! A good rousing song can make a man produce more ore; I figger it'll do the same at sea."

The views of Boromin, not mine.
 

Keith nods to Travellios. "Very interesting thoughts, and good to know, versatility will be the key in this operation, that bolt hole sounds very useful, very useful indeed."
 

[OOC: Sorry. Couldn't get on for almost 2 days!]

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?
He looks up from the map and at Keith. "Please forgive my outburst. My parents are among those taken and I want to get there as soon as we can. Your attitude has been far more corse than I'm used to and hit me far harder than I'm sure you intended. We have to work together as they have been saying and Boromin is right in his assessment of the rythem aiding us in rowing. It would also seem that we are very much opposite in our personalities so I will keep my self well away from you if need be."
Lastly he turns to the new elf and says, "Travellios, We had Evocation class together didn't we? Can you use this Wand of Fireballs?"
 

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."
 
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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?"
 

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