Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Velenne]

Travellios is well within his element surrouned by books that need organizing. After Charlotte's rebuttal, he gives Lyrique a 'told you so' look and returns to his studies. At last, he is away from smelly fish barrels, giant caves, and the frigid cold and he couldn't be happier.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Lyrique
"Than let it be on my head not yours. No one person can be the savior of all the realm. We are not here to save the Emporer from the empire."

Charlotte nods, but says nothing.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith remains silent... taking in what he can but not really reacting to anything at the moment...

 

[Zhure]

Lyrique has decided to take the book back to Palasant then? No one stopping him or going along with him?

At Dorac'z Rallyn is greeted warmly when he enters. A number of villagers he's met before are gathered therein, most drinking quite heavily as bracing themselves against the cold outside and against the memories of the recent orc encounter.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn nods around the room, and gets himself a pint of mead and some hot stew. While the brooding nature of the room is not particularly what he had in mind, Rallyn feels is determined to do some kind of celebrating that he and so many others are still alive.

If the place is still grim by the time he finishes he will trundle his way out to spend the rest of the day with his Da on the farm.

 

[evileeyore]

Someone comes back for a visit

As the sun settles low in the afternoon, a hue and cry go up around town. A Townie pokes their head into the common room at Dorac'z and shouts "Hey you gotta see this. There is a ghost wagon flyin' around out here!". People pour out to see what is happening. This same scene plays out all around town and up at the Academy.

And indeed there is some sort of 'Ghostly Wagon' flying around town, three of them infact and they seem to be circling in to land in the town square. They come in just slowly enough to get most everyone interested and insure a troop of Crimson Guards are encircling it.

The wagons settle in towards the ground and their pale ethereality becomes more apparent. They are quite clearly wagons, with a driver and crossbowmen each. The horses stamp, leathers creak, and wheels rattle as they come to a halt. Then moments later they become more solid, as if they are fading into reality. Within moments they seem as real and solid as anything else.

"Hail the wagons, and put down your arms! State your business here!"

The driver of the first wagon slowly stands and pulls back his hood. Pale grey hair and a lined old face peer out.(1) It could be Kith if say he looked reeeaally old, and had liver spots, eeeuw. A surprisingly familiar yet frail and tremulous voice answers,"I am SerKalin Khaladuar, Master of this caravan. I bring goods to the people of Drell and the Academy." He motions at the three caravan guards, "Lowers your arms, we are safe here."

He climbs down from the wagon and hobbles over to the other two drivers. Orders are given to find the Town and Academy leaders and see to the distribution of supplies. Meanwhile the Crimson Guards, deciding that the wagons pose no threat begin trying to disperse the crowd and return to their posts.

The old elf turns and scans the crowd expectantly.

"-sigh-, I guess there not back yet."

Probably not. It's been what five days, come on they're only kids.
I know I shouldn't have left them like that. Damn zombies Kith shivers I hate zombies
Well what could you do stay sane and get eaten. I prefer crazy and not- Hey look whose over at Dorac'z.

Kith looks over at Dorac'z. Hey its Rallyn

"Hail to you champion." The old man croaks out.


(1)Disguise check 22: taking 10+ 10 skill+ 2 Disguise kit, Bluff:check 21: taking 10+ skill 11

Hey, sorry it took so long. But I'm baaaaack! Anyone checking for magic/psionics (ie Detect Magic/Psionics) on the 'Ghost Wagons' will see that they are under a magical(divine) affect until they become completely solid at which point the magic ends

Editted to reign in my rampant enthusiasm, my eroneous assumptsions, and to fit ongoing character actions

 

[Jarval]

"Hold on Lyrique, I'll come with you." Mortimer follows after his friend and the guardsman.

"Can't hurt to have some company, just in case anything should happen on the way." He says, giving a nod towards the book.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique smiles and says "Thank you Mortimer. I was feeling a bit abandoned to my fate alone. Lets get this out of our hands and hopefuly Mother will have some food ready by the time we get all of this done. I'm starving."

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn pokes his head out of the Tavern as well but doesn't recognize the caravan leader. As the crimson guard call out to the leader he leaves it to them and returns to finish his drink.

After relaxing for a moment he pays and heads home to see his Da.

 

[Zhure]

Travellios settles in to the reorganized and re-cleaned library. With no students around, it's easy to get a lot of studying done. Yodwin's door stands ajar just as it had been left. It appears as if no one has been through recently.

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Rallyn is on his way out of the tavern when he sees the spectacle on the square. The old elf looks familiar somewhat. The few Crimson Guard in the area look baffled but not threatened.

The small gnome finishes his drink and heads back to his family's homestead to see his father.

* * * * *

Kith, in his disguise, easily notices Rallyn wending his way through the gathered crowd of onlookers. Members of the Crimson Guard look puzzled and askance, but since none of Kith's entourage seem to be foreign invaders, the guardsmen begin to wander off.

One of the Guard specifically takes off at a fast jog, making for the center of the palisade.

* * * * *
Lyrique and Mortimer join Carnan on his walk back to the palisade, with Xargon's Book. A few moments is all it takes and the three arrive to see a Crimson Guard jog into the main tent. Carnan holds his hand up.

"That looks important. Maybe we should wait a moment before entering."

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Keith and Charlotte...?

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