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Academy of Drell, Part 7
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Argent Silvermage
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"How about Mortimer go in my place?" said Lyrique. "I'm too tired to fight."
Velenne
Explorer
Travellios is shaken from his reverie at the sight of the tower.
"Ah yes, I for once would agree with Kieth. Let us leave post-haste."
The elf helps out where he can but knows that he has likely done his part for the day. It would take magics greater- or at least different- than his to get the citizens of Drell off of this occursed island...
"Ah yes, I for once would agree with Kieth. Let us leave post-haste."
The elf helps out where he can but knows that he has likely done his part for the day. It would take magics greater- or at least different- than his to get the citizens of Drell off of this occursed island...
Zhure
First Post
Sorry for the delay. Stupid flu.
Yes, the levitate has no effect on the door.
Once everyone has arrived, Lyrique sings the door open...
We assume he has made the UMD roll, considering he can retry unless Lyrique botches it, but for dramatic purposes, we move on.
As the doors swing wide, the inner warmth of the tower acts as a beacon to the frozen people of Drell and they press forward some, like the heat is a lodestone. Our heroes enter first, to clear the way, and it's a good thing they do.
Inside, only five feet back from the doorway, stands a pair of half-elves. One cloaked in deep brown with a viciously hooked dagger on his belt. Gnarled staff in hand, he is someone you haven't seen since the grotto under the druid grove on drell, the nature priests who gave his name as Emair.
The other, standing back half a pace, hands bunched into fists and posed in some martial arts stance, is the half-drow, Glukma, who gave Boromin a near lethal beating on the small cove on this very island.
Emair speaks in slow tones. "Give us the book and we will let all of you live."
Yes, the levitate has no effect on the door.
Once everyone has arrived, Lyrique sings the door open...
We assume he has made the UMD roll, considering he can retry unless Lyrique botches it, but for dramatic purposes, we move on.
As the doors swing wide, the inner warmth of the tower acts as a beacon to the frozen people of Drell and they press forward some, like the heat is a lodestone. Our heroes enter first, to clear the way, and it's a good thing they do.
Inside, only five feet back from the doorway, stands a pair of half-elves. One cloaked in deep brown with a viciously hooked dagger on his belt. Gnarled staff in hand, he is someone you haven't seen since the grotto under the druid grove on drell, the nature priests who gave his name as Emair.
The other, standing back half a pace, hands bunched into fists and posed in some martial arts stance, is the half-drow, Glukma, who gave Boromin a near lethal beating on the small cove on this very island.
Emair speaks in slow tones. "Give us the book and we will let all of you live."
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Lyrique starts ushering everyone out of the building except the students he has been traveling with. "Please. there is danger here. we must stay out of the building until the danger has passed."
Jarval
Explorer
Mortimer unsheathes his own rapier, and takes a defensive stance, ready for an attack.
"No wishing to undermine your position here chaps, but I'd like to remind you that you're not just facing myself and my companions here, but any creatures we care to summon, and most of the townspeople of Drell. Individually they may not be skilled fighters, but I'm not sure that'd you really want to be standing between them and their way home." He smiles mockingly, awaiting a response from the pair.
"No wishing to undermine your position here chaps, but I'd like to remind you that you're not just facing myself and my companions here, but any creatures we care to summon, and most of the townspeople of Drell. Individually they may not be skilled fighters, but I'm not sure that'd you really want to be standing between them and their way home." He smiles mockingly, awaiting a response from the pair.
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GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Charlotte's grip on her halfspear becomes tight once again, her knuckles whitening once more.
"My friends speak true." She says. "Are you certain you wish to engage with us? The odds are slightly in our favor..." She smiles tightly.
"My friends speak true." She says. "Are you certain you wish to engage with us? The odds are slightly in our favor..." She smiles tightly.
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