Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Dalamar]

"Now there's that action you wanted."
This is NOT what I had in mind!
Sildarin will grap Slith and run outside. Once there, he manifests fly (Trigger Power) and rises to the sky to take a look around.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith rolls backward out of the chair, blade out and to the ready... "That did not sound good... sounded like the hammering of the Gods themselves..."

Keith stays alert, ever wary... of attack.

 

[Velenne]

Baffled, Travellios closes his book and rises. He picks up the tiny candle and holds it aloft, peering into the corners of the room and all about him in an attempt to discern the creature's origin.

"Chilly. I wonder..."

The handsome elf places his hand in the area the creature formerly occupied, searching for any temperate residue. He follows its line of approach, measures the angles using his ample intellect, and essentially throws himself at the problem. Where did this creature come from? For what purpose? How odd...

 

[Jarval]

"My immediate plans are a square meal and a hot bath, but..." Mortimer half-ducks at the explosion outside.

"GODS! We're back for only a few hours, and some other disaster starts!" He snaps. "I don't suppose you've got any idea as to what that was?" He asks Palasant, hoping for a simple explanation.

 

[Jeremy]

"Did you hear something Kith?" Rallyn looks around, surprised that his Da has still yet to wake. Getting up, he goes to investigate.

OOC: Not sure what we heard... Head over to the door if we heard something or back to the back to see check on his father if not.

 

[evileeyore]

"Yeah, Rallyn, I did. It was kinda hard to miss."

Kith gets up and moves toward the door to keep on eye out, while Rallyn checks on his Da.

"It sounded like the mountian coming down. Can't be though...'

Kith trials off as he pecks out the door.

"You didn't piss-off any really potent wizards while on vacation, did you Rallyn? 'Cause I doubt that was for me." Kith motions towards the mountianside. "And if it was for me, I am upset."

If the entire academy and town is up in alarums, then I figure 'we' heard it too... If I am wrong I'll edit away some of this last post... as always.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte dives down next to Keith when she notices his movement, drawing Serbanas' rapier.

What in the nine hells was that?

"We should probably get the others." She says quickly. "We should find out what caused that..."

Could it be those two that wanted the book? Perhaps... but I don't know if they could cause... whatever caused that sound. Keith is right... it sounded like the hammering of the gods themselves...

"And quickly." She finishes with a nod.

 

[Zhure]

Inside the library, Travellios waves his hands around where the creature just was. It does indeed seem as if the air is a bit cooler where it was a few moments ago. The tiny thing appears to have dissipated, rather than teleported or get summoned away. Perhaps whatever method conjured it ran out of duration.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, everyone else reacts to the sounds of the explosion. A guard dashes into Palasant's tent. "Sir! An explosion."

"Thank you," Palasant replies with dry sarcasm. "Send out a scout unit."

Palasant stands and gestures for Mortimer and Lyrique to follow as he leaves the tent.

* * * *

Looking out - and it seems as if the entire populace of the island is looking outside - a large ball of fire has left a smoking remnant on the side of the mountaintop, but there's no imminent avalanche or secondary explosions visible from either the campus or the village below.

* * * *

Rallyn and Kith hear the sounds of snoring end abruptly coinciding wi the explosion.

"What in the Gods' names? What'd you break you dang mutt." Rallyn's father can be heard stirring and stumbling about in his darkened room.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

ooc: Can Lyrique see where the fireball may have come from? Or does it look like the mountain erupted?

 

[Jarval]

Mortimer follows Palasant out of the tent, loading his crossbow as he goes. In truth, he doesn't know what awaits him, but the last couple of weeks have left him deeply paranoid about unexplained noises...

"Can we be of any use?" He asks Palasant. "While neither myself or Lyrique are natives to the isle, we have been students here for some time. If we could aid your scouts or do anything helpful, just ask. I'd prefer it to sitting feeling useless."