Academy of Drell, Part 7

[GnomeWorks]

Keith
"I see that my past surprises you, I have not told anyone this for good reason. It would not be prudent to tell future targets that I may one day be their killer. But I trust you, Charlotte, and I hope you can trust me, in knowing that I will not follow that path."

"Of course I trust you, Keith." Charlotte says, smiling. "And I know that you won't go down that road, now that we've met."

At least I've done some good here...

Keith
"Alone is something I thought I would always be honestly, the path chosen for me, was one not for friendships or bonds. I can promise you that for as long as you live, if you will have me, you will not need to fear of being alone. You have my heart, and my sword,"

"We are alone together." She says. "But at least we are together. And so long as I can, I will stay at your side."

Keith
"We are not outcast, for we have found each other. Perhaps that is all the family we need. Now you have me speaking like a spoony bard,"

Charlotte laughs. "It is family enough." She says when she finally stops, and she rests her hand on his.

Keith
"I must say you handled yourself well against the giants, and despite the few flaws in your fighting techniques you handled the spear well. Though it could use some improvements, mainly in your footwork and fundamentals."

"Thank you, Keith." She says. "It's been awhile since I used a spear like that. It was part of my growing up, being able to use a small array of weaponry. I'm surprised that I was able to handle it as well as I did. I hope someone else can use it, though... I still prefer a rapier to the spear."

Though I admit that it being a flaming halfspear does interest me... a fiery weapon for a fiery person, I suppose...

 

[Tokiwong]

"Thank you, Keith." She says. "It's been awhile since I used a spear like that. It was part of my growing up, being able to use a small array of weaponry. I'm surprised that I was able to handle it as well as I did. I hope someone else can use it, though... I still prefer a rapier to the spear."

Though I admit that it being a flaming halfspear does interest me... a fiery weapon for a fiery person, I suppose...

"You handled it well, but if you wish to return to the rapier, then I will be more then happy to oblige you. I am always anxious for a good spar with you, Charlotte if you want to test your blade again, against mine..." Keith replies with a straight face.

 

[Zhure]

Lyrique & Mortimer

Palasant seems troubled. "While I recognize what you're saying about the arcanist - and I've made out a report about his description - I'd feel safest with the book firmly on the mainland being studied by experts. I have yet to receive official orders about the disposition of the book so I have some discretion here. Since Drell is under my jurisdiction but not my command, a subtle distinction... what do you advise I do?"

* * * * *

Travellios looks at the small inky creature for a few brief moments. While he can't make a definitive answer about it's nature, he believes it to be a manifestation or conjuration of some sort, and it's most likely an unintelligent construct with some sort of orders. Most of these sorts of summoned beings are only around a very short time, so wherever it came from, it's bound to dissipate soon.

* * * * *

Slith scampers back to Sildarin's room, easily avoiding all the patrols. Perhaps the patrosl themselves are the reason not many students are out celebrating, which would be the norm for this time of year, between classes.

* * * * *

Charlotte & Keith

Looking upon the flaming spear, Keith realizes it gives off no heat.

* * * * *

Kith and Rallyn

The meal is simple but quickly prepared. Ffleuder sits and begs with his eyes, staring longingly at every motion.

 

[Velenne]

"Not the talkative type then? You must be summoned, or else I am not speaking your language. En'syan alaador? Ocksobatetys kotchenisou?"

He tries 'How can I help you' in Elven and Draconic but can't bring himself to utter dwarven words. They always made him crave wine afterwards to rid his mouth of the taste.

 

[Jarval]

Palasant seems troubled. "While I recognize what you're saying about the arcanist - and I've made out a report about his description - I'd feel safest with the book firmly on the mainland being studied by experts. I have yet to receive official orders about the disposition of the book so I have some discretion here. Since Drell is under my jurisdiction but not my command, a subtle distinction... what do you advise I do?"

"Take the book back to the mainland, and if possible, have it destroyed." Mortimer says. "But keep a good garrison (and a few mages of our own, if it can be managed) here to greet our drow friend when they arrive. If they can be captured, they might prove to have useful information about the book itself."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Take the book back to the mainland, and if possible, have it destroyed." Mortimer says. "But keep a good garrison (and a few mages of our own, if it can be managed) here to greet our drow friend when they arrive. If they can be captured, they might prove to have useful information about the book itself."

"I agree." says Lyrique. "As an added bonus they said they were going to sail here so you might want to keep a ship here to intercept."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Keith
"You handled it well, but if you wish to return to the rapier, then I will be more then happy to oblige you. I am always anxious for a good spar with you, Charlotte if you want to test your blade again, against mine..."

"Of course." Charlotte says, smiling. "I'm always up for a good spar."

 

[Tokiwong]

"Of course." Charlotte says, smiling. "I'm always up for a good spar."

"Consider yourself challenged... shall we start here, or take it outside, either way is fine with me," Keith replies leaning his chair back ever so slightly.

 

[Zhure]

Travellios continues trying to get the summoned creature to react to speech, but it either doesn't understand the languages he's chosen, or it's ensorcelled to only respond to its summoner.

The small inky creature looks around tentatively for a few more seconds, then blinks away in a splashing wisp of ectoplasmic ooze, either disintegrated or unsummoned.

* * * * *

Mortimer and Lyrique watch as Palasant scribbles some notes on a sheet of foolscap, folds it and hands it to a waiting guardsman. "I think that's a fine suggestion. We'll have the book shipped out on the next available boat to the mainland. I have a few galleons watching the island in case these half-breeds start trouble. If - as you say- one is a powerful arcanist, it's possible they won't travel via boat. After all, your entourage didn't arrive by normal transport either."

The guardsman leaves the room with the note and Palasant sits back, looking askance at the book on the table in front of him.

"So what are your plans now," he asks, when outside...

* * * * *

Keith and Charlotte are in the midst of talking about sparring, though the subtext is obviously something else when....

* * * * *
Slith and Sildarin are settled into their quiet room, contemplating and relaxing when...

There's a loud screeching sound outside, high in the sky. Gazing out the nearest open window, it appears to be a meteorite. Flying directly over the island (south to north) it strikes dead center on the mountain over the academy.

The town and campus erupts into confusion. Guards and militia begin hollering orders.

Inside the tent, Palasant raises one eyebrow....

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique instinctivly ducks under a table. "What the goddess was that?!"