Academy of Drell, Part 7

[GnomeWorks]

We must hurry!
Did you come up with that idea all on your own?
Shut up, Doyle!
Well, if you would stop stating the obvious...
Quiet!

Spot check: 16 + 1 = 17.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn continues to speed people along, but apparently is keeping a very watchful eye.

Spot Check: 18 +1 = 19.

 

[Jarval]

(Spot check: 7 + 5 = 13)

Perhaps a little focused on keeping the slower Drellians with the rest of the group, Mortimer seems to be paying only cursory attention to the events around him. The second blast only adds to his haste, as it sounds a little closer than the last.

 

[Calim]

Spot Check 19


Paendaerig still sloshing along just trying to get back the tower.

 

[Zhure]

Paendaerig, Charlotte, Mortimer, Lyrique, Keith, and Rallyn

.... Boromin appears to be no longer among the rest of the group.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique looks around and assumes Boromin went to forge ahead of the villagers. Lyr cannot allow himself to be distracted. He continues to sing and lead the Villagers toward the Tower.

 

[Zhure]

Travellios 18
Sildarin 18 <- delayed
Giants 5

Again, Travellios expends a charge from his magical staff, dropping a ball of fire onto the two giants in closest pursuit of the Drell citizens, as well as the bears.

Sildarin delays until he sees an opportunity to connect with his arrows. At this range, even the giants appear to be tiny specks. Even watching around, it's difficult to see all of the other giants. The two that remained stationary seem to be chanting.


Giant 1 wounded 16 (staying still, falling behind)
Giant 2 wounded 26 (staying still, falling behind)
Giant 3 wounded 16 (gone north? Not visible)
Giant 4 wounded 33 (gone south? Not visible)
Giant 5 wounded 40 (east toward the townsfolk)
Giant 6 wounded 28 (east toward the townsfolk)
Bear 1 wounded 45 (east)
Bear 2 wounded 38 (east)

Meanwhile... Paendaerig, Charlotte, Mortimer, Lyrique, Keith, and Rallyn ... press on with the sound of multiple fireballs in the distance.

Sorry, not terribly exciting for those not involved in the aerial bombardment.

 

[Velenne]

"Oh nonono, that simply will not do."

Travellios is none too pleased by the sight of hill giant casters. His lips purse together and his brow scrunches uncharacteristically. He shifts his attention away from the charging bears and levels the staff at these new targets.

"Again, they show remarkable discipline and resources. I have formed a brief hypothesis, Sildarin, based on my observations. These giants must be regulars from the invaders, quite independant of the brute we saw earlier. Lately my hypotheses have not been near to accurate, however, so let us leave these and pursue the lead giants. I wonder if these casters are mages or priests? If the former, I may treasure their spellbooks. Ah, to taste the fresh nectar of a new spell again..."

EDIT (explained in OOC thread which I can't find the link button for) Fireball damage to casters = 28. Ref DC 18.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique continues to inspire. His throat is getting a bit tired though. "Mother. Could you lead the others in a chant while I take a break?"

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn hurries a long, "Come on now. That's it. Let the wizards do their job. Not far now. You're doing good. Keep going."