Academy of Drell, Part 7

"I am unsure of his intentions, though he may be risking a trip to repossess some of the myriad giant's things who will not be needing them any longer."


...Later, after discovering the pyramid...

Travellios's head turns askew at the sight of the structure. His own learnings, unfortunately, do not extend to the knowledge of other cultures, only magic and the extensive inner workings of his native nobility. He pauses momentarily to appreciate its architecture and listen to those speaking around him but ultimately agrees with their logic and continues on.

Indeed, my hard drive frazzled. I've got it back now but I'm waiting on the restore disks to come in so I can load up WinXP and attempt to restore my other files. Anywho, in the meantime I have occasional access to my roommate's computer or a moment with a desktop at work so I'll to remain as active as I can but don't hesitiate to move the game forward without me. (Almost time for a new thread anyway, methinks!)
 

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Mortimer looks with surprise at the structure in the valley, racking his brains for any memory of such buildings from his lessons at the Academy.

(Knowledge (History) +5)
 

"No, no, that's not it, we don't have to go in there. Where we're going is much smaller. You'll see. Almost there. Just a little farther." Rallyn continues encouraging people on.
 

- Neither Mortimer's knowledge nor Lyrique's bardic lore reveals anything about the squat pyramid.

As Sildarin checks Boromin's lifeless body, it's clear a dire bear has mauled the dwarf's body. His plate armor is in clawed ruins and his shield is torn almost in half. It appears as if the killing blow was from an immense blood-stained boulder laying nearby.
 

Sildarin's shoulders shag and he closes his eyes and weeps.
Too much time... We spent too much time with the shamans...
You couldn't possibly have kept him alive, he was almost killed twice already. It was his own fool-hardiness that killed him, not what you did or didn't do.


The elf wipes his eyes and starts to collect up every piece of armor and shield he can find and then places them in a sack he conjures up with sudden minor creation, along with the dwarf's axe. He then carefully picks up Boromin's body and rises to the skies. After he has gained sufficient heigh to be clear of giant-propelled boulders, he starts flying back towards the tower, careful that he won't drop either Boromin or the sack, with higher priority on holding to the former.
 
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Boromin's body is heavier than expected. He was obviously stronger than he appeared to be, for even in death his body feels strong and lithe, not flabby.

Slowed down by the extra gear, it takes Sildarin about a half an hour to catch up with his friends by the foreshortened pyramid.
 


Sildarin lands next to the others, careful with his carryings.
"He got one of the bears, but... was taken down by a giant-thrown boulder..."
 

"Damn it! And I though we'd all make it!" Mortimer's anger quickly changes to sorrow. "We need to get off this island. Two of our companions have been lost, and I do not want to see any more of us lost on this icy waste."
 

Rallyn works his way back and upon seeing the fallen dwarf freezes midstep.

Poor Boromin. He di--

Not now Kari.

Rallyn gets closer and whispers to the group, "Keep it down guys, last thing we need now is for folks to begin crying. Sadness is gonna take what little left hope is providing them."

Rallyn's face is as best an approximation as he can fake of Keith's, hard and impassive, "And last thing we need is fear, cover him up for now. We're almost there..."

Rallyn, you're going to break if you ke--

Not. now. There's no one left Kari. I'm the only normalcy they've got right now, and I'm a piss-poor standard.

"C'mon guys, gotta keep up appearances a little longer. I'm sorry."

Rallyn turns and heads back, his gait rigid and his face fixed with determination.
 

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