Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Argent Silvermage]

(reprinting the above post.)

Lyrique Runs to his partents hugging them both and crying in Joy. "Mother! Father! You're all right!" What has been keeping you here? Well it doesn't matter. we're here to get you out." He says all at once and with out taking a breath.

 

[Velenne]

Travellios can't help but feel a twinge of regret at the death of the orcs. While he loves the thrill of battle, he is hardly a cold-blooded killer. Even if the pig-faces deserved it after their actions at Drell, it just hardly seemed sporting to see four of them obliterated so easily.

His nerve holds and the elf raises his wand once again, targets another cluster of boats as he emerges from the tree line and gives the last orcs a chance to see their slayer. Calling upon the magic of the wand, he grimaces as the ball of fire arcs across the sky and descends amongst them.

OOC: Move 15' from the trees toward the boats. Fire one more time, but following your suggestion "to get boats 6, 7, 10, 11, and 12". 20 damage, Reflex DC 14 for half.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith listens as he keeps his blade drawn, waiting for an opportunity to act, but not revealing himself just quite yet.

Listen check is 12+2=14 total.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Charlotte: Initiative: 21, AC: 21, HP: 11/19, PP 4/11

Hmm... looks like we got most of them. But there's one orc left...
Burn him.
For once, I agree with you.

Charlotte looks to the remaining orc in the second boat, and brings forth another line of burning thought, directed at it.

Manifesting burning ray at the remaining orc in the second boat.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn holds his position and scans around for more threats, the rocking explosions reminding him of that day at the Academy when all of this started. Explosions probably from that self-same wand.

Rallyn looks mostly to ground instead of out to sea.

 

[Zhure]

Charlotte 21
Mortimer 20< ==
Sildarin 19
Rallyn 19
Keith 16
Lyrique 10
Boromin 10
Paenderig 8 (held action)
Travellios 7
Orcs 6 (they're gonna die...)

Charlotte sends a fiercly burning lance of ectoplasm at the orc thrashing in the water near the second boat. The flammable grease on his weapon bursts into flame, as well as the hapless humanoid, who sinks into the frigid water, probable dead.





Crude Boat diagram (should've numbered them in advance)
2++*...1++*
5++*...4++*...3++*
8++...7++...6++
12++...11++...10++...9bb
* = on fire
+= dead orc
b = blind

 

[Zhure]

Mortimer 20< ==

:cough:

 

[Jarval]

Now more leisurely, Mortimer loads another bolt, and shoots at one of the blind orcs.

"Time to keep a watch on the shore now lads. I've got a feeling this won't be all of 'em." He calls across to his companions. "Lyrique! See if you can start leading the townsfolk out. We've got a fair march before we get back to the tower."

(To Hit: 6 + 3 = 9, Damage (unlikely to need it...) 4 (+ 3 sneak attack))

OOC: Sorry, been away, but I'm back now...

 

[Dalamar]

Sildarin flies to the people of Drell to see if any of them is in need of healing. If one is, he'll manifest empathic transfer to empty his buffer of vigor.

 

[Zhure]

End Combat

Together the group manages to finish off the two blinded, low-level, orcs.

Lyrique's parents smile up at him.

"Son? Is that you? How did you get here...?" Together Lyrique's mother's and father's voices run together.

Most of the other citizenry seem equally happy to be rescued. A few seem genuinely terrified still.

Voices from the crowd:

"How will we get home?"
"Is the Empire come to rescue us?"
"Are the dragons dead?"
"We need medical aid - my poor wife is injured."

Listen check again from everyone. Spot check from Sildarin.

900 XP for everyone