Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Jarval]

Mortimer looks as if a great weight has been taken from his shoulders as Charlotte and Keith return to the group. He smiles at them both, relief at their safe return obvious.

"I'd suggest the circle, if Lyrique can get it to work again. The giants could pose a threat to a ship, and I for one would also prefer the shorter journey home." He chips in. "Besides which, I'm not sure how many of the more frail townspeople would survive another voyage in these temperatures. They've been through a lot."

Check the first post in each of the threads. I started adding the XP totals for each thread to every one.

Thanks 5,500 XP gained since I joined the game, enough to take me to 5th level with a little to spare.

 

[Tokiwong]

OoC: Still short on XP... I need a little more than a thousand to level to 6th. Unless I miscounted my XP...?

"I think that was more the spear than my skill." Charlotte says. "And I wouldn't worry about sparring, either, Keith... I'll do my best not to run you through." She smiles.

Her demeanor then becomes more serious. "Yes, you're right, we're not done yet... we still have to get the townspeople home, and get ourselves back. Speaking of which, do we plan on taking the circle, or are we going to use the longboat to get back?"

Keith listens and follows along, She seems much more determined now, I must admit, her plan was quite sound, and save us much pain and suffering...

"You give yourself little credit, but for now you are right we should get these people home. Lets use the teleportation circle, and lets go home post haste."

 

[Zhure]

The last few hours pass uneventfully, save for the bitter cold. The townsfolk are obviously suffering, and it's possible a few will suffer minor cases of frostbite, but nothing a cleric or any trained healer can't fix if they get back to Drell fairly soon.

Some of the younger students seem tired and listless, as if the cold is sapping their will to go on, but the combination of Lyrique's singing, as well as his mother's, cheer them up immensely. The elderly townsfolk either are made of sterner stuff or their years in the far north have inured them to the harsh climate.

The giants have apparently given up chase, either scared off by the never-ending rain of fireballs, or at the loss of their dire pets. Or perhaps by something more sinister....

Last chance for level-ups. I smell a confrontation brewing.

 

[Velenne]

Lyrique sees his friends return and shouts "Look! They made it!" His smile is warm and big at seeing them all safe. "I could hear the explosions Travellios. I take it you like the staff?"

Landing and finally releasing his weary grip on Sildarin, Travellios leans against the staff and flashes a smile at Lyrique.

"The staff is horrifically marvelous in its effectiveness. I shall remember this tactic and mark it well in my latter days as a wizard. The giants were utterly routed and utterly defenseless. Yet another testament to the power of cooperative magics to defeat any foe given enough time to prepare."

The striking elf returns the staff to its true owner, mourning its loss inwardly. Still, such a resounding victory is hard to quell and thus, weary and frozen, Travellios can't help but smile broadly as they reach the tower. For once all his endless hours in the libraries of Drell have paid off in a way that can never be outmatched. And for once in his life, he briefly entertains the notion of devoting his craft to such causes...

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn tells people of how close they are, reminds them of the warmth of their hearths and homes, and continues to keep them going.

OOC: I'll try to have Rallyn leveled by tonight. I do not believe he has taken any damage for a good long time.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Keith
"You give yourself little credit, but for now you are right we should get these people home. Lets use the teleportation circle, and lets go home post haste."

Charlotte simply nods, and continues trudging along.

All I can say is that I'm glad Travellios and Sildarin came back in one piece. If they hadn't... I don't know what I would've done.

 

[Tokiwong]

Charlotte simply nods, and continues trudging along.

All I can say is that I'm glad Travellios and Sildarin came back in one piece. If they hadn't... I don't know what I would've done.

Keith glances to Charlotte but says nothing, trying to stay relaxed. He turns his attention to the people, and the students, and is amazed at all the good done, he opens his mouth to speak for a moment but decides against it. Perhaps the time for talk would come later, now was only action. Although that did not stop him from trying to take Charlotte's hand into his for comfort...

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Landing and finally releasing his weary grip on Sildarin, Travellios leans against the staff and flashes a smile at Lyrique.

"The staff is horrifically marvelous in its effectiveness. I shall remember this tactic and mark it well in my latter days as a wizard. The giants were utterly routed and utterly defenseless. Yet another testament to the power of cooperative magics to defeat any foe given enough time to prepare."

The striking elf returns the staff to its true owner, mourning its loss inwardly. Still, such a resounding victory is hard to quell and thus, weary and frozen, Travellios can't help but smile broadly as they reach the tower. For once all his endless hours in the libraries of Drell have paid off in a way that can never be outmatched. And for once in his life, he briefly entertains the notion of devoting his craft to such causes...

"Not so fast Cousin. The staff is a fantastic aid to us all and is far more functional in your hands. I'm happy to have the wand of Fireballs. You keep the staff." Lyrique says and gives Travellios a hug.

 

[Velenne]

For many moments, Travellios is uncharacteristically speachless. He returns the hug and stares at Lyrique dumbfounded.

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. I will remember this, cousin. Thank you."

At which point the elf begins pondering the logistics of carrying two staff instead of one...

 

[Dalamar]

Sildarin keeps to silence, as is normal to him, once Travellios and he arrive back from their scouting trip. He walks for the rest of the way, for while he enjoys the freedom of flight, the feeling of sturdy ground under his feet is even more enjoyable.
But suddenly his head jerks up. He takes a few running steps toward the way they came and then jumps to the air. He heads back at full speed towards the place where he and Travellios saw the lone figure laying in bloodied snow.