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Academy of Drell, Part 6


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Travellios ceases his prattling when the sound reaches his ears. He peers into the darkness, elven eyes scarcely making out his new sea chanty friend...or old sea chanty friend by the looks of it.

"Oh my. *tsk* One can never trust c...half drow, " he had nearly said 'commoners' but graciously caught himself. The noble elf steps over the body without even giving an inspection and squints into the darkness, "Even a half-drow can see far better in this cave than most of us. It may be wise to bring forth more light."
 

Sildarin goes over to Boromin to see if he is still alive. If he is, he'll manifest empathic transfer and take 6 points of damage from him.
 

Mortimer moves forward, sword at the ready. "It'll have taken Boromin some time to catch up with us, so who knows where Glukma is now. As Travellios says, it might be an idea to get some more lights ready. And to get out of this cave, unless we can find another exit."
 


Boromin quickly rallies when Sildarin heals him. He springs to his feet, as if completely better. "That did the trick, lad! Amazing! I really need to learn to do that meself."

Turning to the group, Boromin begins to explain. "I was having a chat with Glukma. He's a strange lad, but I've known him for well o'er a couple of years. Not a lot in dwarf terms, but enough for a student passing through to gain a wee bit of respect. He was always polite, even considering his... mixed... heritage. I kind of trusted him. And that makes me madder than having a swarm of hornets nesting in a beard!

"Well, he seemed off-put by my small talk, so I told him to cheer up and his face changed, like someone else was looking out through his eyes, a stranger I'd never seen and he began to pummel me. Hit me so hard through me armor, I think he cracked me ribs, and a dwarf's ribs are stout as the limestone skeleton of the world! It felt like I was under a smithy's hammer, it did.

"After about a dozen punches and kicks, I managed to get me shield in between us, and he splintered it with a kick from his shin, then brought the same foot up over me head and that was the last thing I saw for awhile, save stars. The only person I ever saw move like that was Palasant, and if anything, Glukma was faster. Most amazing thing I ever saw.

"I must've been out for only a few minutes, but he must've thought I was dead. I saw him standing, talking to a creepy looking shadowy blob. Looked like it was made of ink, all liquid and no bones. It burbled something at him, he laughed, and then stepped into the shade of one o' the pines out near the longboat and vanished like he'd never been there."

Boromin scrapes some of the filth off of himself. "I knew where you'd come, so I tried to get here fast as I could. I wanted t'warn you that Glukma was hiding something and off kilter."
 

Off-kilter indeed, he is a drow... no matter the heritage...

Keith nods,
"You have done well Boromin, you survived, and now we know we have an enemy that knows perhaps all that we know, if not more... I don't like being set-up, we need to get out of this cave!"

Keith walks towards the entrance, taking great care to peak out before just charging out, using his elven vision to scan the area, and see if anything is amiss...

Spot check of 13 total.
 

Sildarin shudders as the pain of breaking ribs runs through him. He hadn't had time to bring up a buffer for the damage and thus took the hit of it. Though there was no outward sign of damage, Sildarin almost buckled over, gasping for breath. A few seconds pass before he regains himself.

You really shouldn't be doing that for yourself.
He needed it, I didn't know how long he could survive. If I had slowed down to vigorate myself, he could've died.


HP: 15/21, PP: 16/20
 

"Sounds like Glukma isn't to blame for this. Sounds like magic to me." Mortimer worriedly scours the darkness around him, searching for any signs of approaching danger. "And I really don't like the sound of that shadow-thing you saw. That's going to be trouble, I'll wager."

Listen: 0 + 16 = 16, Spot: 5 + 7 = 13
 

Mortimer notices nothing unexpected within the dank, smelly cave system. The water is filled with offal - it almost appears as if it were run-off from some gigantic garbage pit.

I'll be back Monday or perhaps late Sunday night.
 

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