Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Jeremy]

Travellios:
"Incidently, is it THE gnome as in a sort of honorific title indicative of nobility or something won with great deed?"

Rallyn can't help but groan.

 

[Tokiwong]

"My name is Paendaerig the Gnome.

Keith visibly raises a brow, but shows little other emotion, Either this gnome is highly self-important a bleeding fool, either way, he would make a useful trap detector... a gome parading as a elf... indeed... "Welcome aboard Paendaerig, I am Keith, this is Rallyn, Mortimer, Charlotte, Sildarin, and well the rest I have yet to become familiar with... oh yes and of course Lyrique and Travellios... well I think we should shove off before we pick up more crew then our vessel can handle..."

Keith pauses, and then grabs an oar... and if no one objects... gets the craft moving, once all are onboard of course.

 

[Calim]

"I have until just recently been living amongest the elves that adopted me and raised me as one of their own. I just recently came of age to my adopted family and was allowed out of the village. They informed me of what little they knew of me parents and I set off. But to answer your question sir elf, I have always been called Paendaerig the gnome, since as long as I can remember. "

He starts to row as the others do.

 

[Zhure]

The group departs Drell.

As the waters slosh around the group, cold and chilly, an impromptu assembly of those remaining behind gather on shore as well-wishers. In a surprisingly short amount of time, those ashore are no longer visible and the party steadily heads northward.

The seasonal winds are blowing due south, so sailing is quite impractical. While the boat could be tacked, no one aboard is skilled enough a sailor to manage it with any dexterity.

After only an hour or so of rowing, blisters begin to form and backs begin to ache from the unfamiliar strain of rowing. The work is incessant; the southward wind is strong enough to make the boat lose position without constant manning of the oars.

Glukma, who at least seems to have some sailing knowledge, is on the prow shortly after a short break is taken for a meal. He leans down close to examine the water, then quickly snags a fish from under the surface.

"Fresh fish anyone?

"Gauging from the currents, we're doing fine," he says, "the water is warmer than I would've expected."

No encounters planned right at this moment. Tomorrow's post will reflect the end of the day. Any other actions should be done between then and now.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

But speak carefully, good gnome. There are those about who are prone to draw swords and make dark, unspoken threats until you've yeilded alpha-male dominancy over to them.

When Lyrique hears this he starts to laugh so hard that he can't hold it back. "Gods bless you cousin! I needed that!" Lyr turns to address the newcomer. "Hi I'm Lyrique and this is a rescue mission. The Academy was attacked and many people were taken captive by a band of Orcs. We are off to save them."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Good Glukma, at least we are making good time," Keith glances around, and takes in the scene around the boat, "It seems those sea chanties really paid off," as he rubs his shoulder, his muscles aching from the rowing.

At least he admits, that I am the Alpha Male, in his own way of course...

Keith glances to Charlotte and rubs her shoulder, "How are you doing?"

 

[Jeremy]

Unable to reach the oars very well, put any muscle behind them if he could, Rallyn will begin countering the winds. He can maintain it in 6 consecutive areas of well over a mile in diameter each, and he can keep it up for up to half an hour if the oarsmen wish a break or someone wants to use the wind for the sails.

He can increase or decrease the wind speed by up to 35 miles per hour.

During this time he will be silent as it takes concentration and he is trying to learn from the experience to be able to expand his senses further.

 

[Calim]

Paendaerig spends the day when he is not rowing, tho what you would call his attempts at rowing might be somewhat comical, listening to people and watching there reactions to others. Hopefully getting some kind of idea about people at this academy.

 

[Tokiwong]

Paendaerig spends the day when he is not rowing, tho what you would call his attempts at rowing might be somewhat comical, listening to people and watching there reactions to others. Hopefully getting some kind of idea about people at this academy.

Keith gives off the aura of an icy calm, his words are spoken calmly, even if they are filled with venom, or passion, it is rare that he shows visible displays of emotion, but he definitely does show a sense of companionship with Charlotte, however slight...

I wonder what Charlotte is thinking about.. or what it was she had to talk about... I wonder...

Keith relaxes for a moment, "We are almost there..."

 

[Jarval]

Mortimer stretches after laying down his oar. "Harder work that I remember, this rowing lark. Of course, the last time I use a pair of oars was to go down stream in a small skiff."

He looks over the side of the ship, dabbling his finger in the water. "You're right, it's not quite a bad as I would have thought." he responds to Glukma. "Anything unusual, or just a mild winter?"