Academy of Drell, Part 6

[Jarval]

"The orcs needed giant food." Mortimer replies shortly. "They felt that humans, elves, dwarves, and so on worked better than the giants snacking on them." He pulls his rope and grapple out of his Haversack as he speaks.

"I'm game for a climb, if anyone feels like joining me. As you say, Keith, we'd need to watch our step, but this tower is more than a little intriguing. It looks pre-Empire, both in the style, and the building material. I'd date this structure to at least two hundred years old." He smiles quietly to himself, mentally back in the library of the Academy.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith nods... "If you get us killed Mortimer..." Keith sighs, and looks upward, "Well then we should hurry then, if we don't find a way in we continue, as inviting as the archtiecture may be, some of us have loved ones who would not appreciate being giant food, so lets be quick about this. Your curiosity will not suffice for more then that."

 

[Velenne]

4/11 HP's - Clobbered

Crushed by the giant's blow, Travellios narrowly maintains his footing -and conciousness- but only for a scant few seconds as he sees Charlotte come barreling out of the trees like a great fool. Greater fool that he is, the elf feels some compulsion to protect her and stands his ground.

Initially eyeing the giant's kneecaps, he cranes his neck backwards and attempts to work his spellcasting into his defensive maneuvers. Should his ruse prove successful, it may give at least one of them time to escape.

Casting defensively: 15 + 4 = 19 vs. DC 17 Glitterdust. Placing the spell behind the giant so it is caught in the edge of the effect. Will save DC 15 or be blinded, Mr. Giant-Eats-His-Poo. >:E

Pulling a chunk of mica from his spell component pouch, Travellios crushes the brittle substance and tosses it behind the giant. He gestures, shouts in an ancient Elven dialect, and suddenly the powder explodes into brilliant, glittering shards which pepper the area.

 

[Jarval]

"Don't worry, I'll be careful. I'm in no more of a hurry that you to get blasted by some magical dowhacky."

Mortimer throws his grapple and rope up the tower's side, aiming for any convenient ledge or crevice. Once hooked, he'll test the rope will take his weight, before climbing up. (Climb, taking 10: 10 + 1 = 11.)

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith follows Mortimer... "Just climb..."

Climb check is 19+8=27 total

 

[Zhure]

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

The outside of the tower looks very smooth, but if the rope can be affixed to a window, then it might work.... As some of the group are preparing to climb, Lyrique's examination of the door seems to bear fruit.

It silently opens in front of him. Inside the door is a short hallway and a cloakroom off to the right side. About ten feet further down is a solid oaken door. The interior architecture looks fairly modern, perhaps no older than a lot of the buildings at the Academy, but has no "southern" influence. It looks as if whoever designed this place has either lived in the north all his life or wanted northern visitors to be comfortable.

"Southern" design is more open and uses a lot of floral patterns and colors. "Northern" design tends toward austerity and simple earth tones.


Charlotte, Sildarin (with Kari), and Travellios - giants


16 Charlotte
13 Giant
11 Travellios <
7 Sildarin

Travellios casts a spell right under the giant's feet, The edge of the glowing cloud engulfs the giant, but he appears to shake the effect off.

Roll 12+4 Will = 16, sorry, I was hoping that'd work so he doesn't kill you all .

Sildarin manifests a power in the background, preparing for an intense fight. Charlotte charges in and the unblinded giant swats her with the backswing of his club.

AoO, Charlotte takes 14 points.

Recovering from the deadly hit, Charlotte stabs the brute.

Giant takes 7 more. Down 18 points.

Faced with two two- to him - miniscule opponents, the giant laughs heartily. "Surrender, small ones, and I'll make your deaths quick when it's time for the cooking pots!"

Readied action to swat anyone who tries to attack or flee. (A little broad for a readied action, but not overly so, I think.) It is now Travellios's turn again.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Good job Lyrique, that was mighty useful..." Keith steps inside very slowly, taking the lead... moving with caution.

Spot Check is 6+2=8, Listen Check is 17+2=19, Move Silently Check is 13+9=22

Keith motions for the others to follow in silence...

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Your very welcome. Come on everyone. I'm sure the others have spoken to the Giants by now. We should investigate this tower and get moving onward." Lyrique beams at Keith's compliment.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte: Initiative: 16, AC: 18, HP: 5/19, PP 8/11

How foolish should I be?
You only got them into this...
Which is why I should finish it, right? Or something...
If you attack him, he will kill you.
I know! But if I don't, then we're all doomed...
Chances are, your last breath won't do a damn thing, if you attack it.
We should have never split the group up... if Keith were here...
Well, he's not, so stop complaining.
You know, for being a part of myself, you're not being very supportive.
I'm a jerk. It's what I do. Suck it up.
...so what should I do?
...
Well?
That was a mental shrug. I don't know what you should do. But do something!
Hmm... not now... but if that giant turns its back...

Charlotte stands her ground, not moving a muscle. However, internally, she begins preparing her mental for action...

Zhure, I need to know a few things before I can post an action. 1) Do psionics give any outward sign when used? 2) Does that apply to psionic combat modes, as well? 3) Does a creature know where a psionic combat attack mode came from?

 

[Velenne]

Travellios clutches his near-mortal wound, barely standing and looking close to fainting.

"Surrender, ah yes. I surrender, seeing as how I'm already an orc captive anyway. This is an orcish trap, you see, and as we speak your cave is being plundered. If you go now, you may be able to stop a few them before they get away with your precious belongings. Go ahead...not like I can run anywhere now..."

The elf rolls his eyes up into the back of his head and falls to the ground.

What the heck, he's convincing right? Bluff: 13 + 2 = 15.