Academy of Drell, Part 6

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte is silent for a moment, thinking.

"Alright, you've got a point... running for help would do little good. If the giants are hostile, then, perhaps you can provide some additional firepower from the rear?"

 

[Jarval]

"Perhaps if one of you could use your magic or psychic powers to sense for any anomolies that may help..."

Keith glances to his companions.

"You're looking at the wrong chap for that kind of stuff. I'm as mundane as they come." Mortimer grins. "Rallyn, you or that crystal of Sildarin's have any tricks up your sleeves?"

 

[Tokiwong]

"You're looking at the wrong chap for that kind of stuff. I'm as mundane as they come." Mortimer grins. "Rallyn, you or that crystal of Sildarin's have any tricks up your sleeves?"

"As am I..." Keith replied.

Terribly mundane for an elf... terribly mundane.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn shakes his head, "Not my field of expertise, I deal better with concrete tasks, the abstract is a little out of my range."

He looks at the psi stone he carries, "And unfortunately, until I'm back within a mile or so of Sildarin for him to translate through Karenia, I can't tell you what this psi stone sees. Unless Sildarin is more talented than I and has found someway to imbue his stone with speech."

 

[Zhure]

Rallyn (with Slith), Paenderig, Keith, Lyrique and Mortimer - orcs

The group travelling westward makes strong progress through the morning. By afternoon, the hills and woods have given way to flat frozen tundra. There's as little sign of life here as there are landmarks for navigation. Almost directly west of their current position, everyone can see a speck of black against the horizon.

After another few hours of tired, uninterrupted walking, with the wind howling constantly from the north, the black speck becomes clearer and clearer. It's a tall tower, maybe four or five stories tall, featureless, of some solid black stone, set on a lonely hillock.

Charlotte, Sildarin (with Kari), and Travellios - giants
Still waiting for a concrete plan, but please continue with dialogue until you've decided.

 

[Calim]

"A tower out in the middle of nowhere,"sigh"likely we have been seen thanks to the winter like temperatures here."

Paendaerig walks ever more cautiously expecting the tower to break opem and to reveal a giant to come beat us to death, or at the very least a horde of orcs lying in wait behind it.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn rolls his eyes at the head-patted, elf dressing, sarcastic, pessimistic gnome, and once again wishes he were just another elf. He scans the horizon for a more useful analysis.

Keeping the edge out of his voice in the interest of avoiding bickering he notes, "It is winter. Though hopefully the cover and low profile we present has masked our appearance at this distance. Who knows, this could be our lucky break..."

 

[Dalamar]

Slith's internal monologue:
Ooh, I'm going to strangle that elf when I get my... my... bah, whatever.
Tricked me into this and then dares to get over a mile away! Such nerve!

Maybe I should control my urges sometime, would get me out of situations like this. No! No, it isn't my fault, it's Sildarin's. Hoarding that hotty Charlotte to himself. Grrr.....

And I can't even talk to these dimwits. Sometimes I really hate that wussy of an elf that calls himself a psion, not to mention the cocky one always yelling and telling people what do.


Ahh... who'm I kidding... I miss Sildarin...

 

[Tokiwong]

"I agree Rallyn, we shall proceed, this is the first sign of civilization, we have seen in hours, but be on guard, there is little respite from the task hand," Keith continues onward towards the tower, his blade now drawn.

 

[Velenne]

"I suppose I could talk to it," he whispers slightly for elven ears, " I have no glamors or means of improving my communication with the giant, however. Nor am I entirely confident of our combined spell assault to bring him low should negotiations turn...hostile. This being my idea, though, I suppose I am the one responsible for shouldering any danger."

Travellios sighs and puffs up, setting his jaw and staring resolutely ahead.

"Wish me luck."