Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique's soot and sweat streaked face beams up at his parents. "I'll sing you the whole song once I've the time but we came to rescue you and we have. There is a tower some miles off with a teleporter device that we will use to return everyone to Drell. Now if you will excuse me. I must help the people of Drell. I love you both so much, I would have grieved my entire life had the Orcs fed you to the Giants."

Lyrique turns to face the croud and begins to sing the exact same song that he sang in the village so many days ago. The Ballad of Drell will be one of his great works.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith will assess the situation if it seems good, he will start trying to get the people to move, to freedom. Looking for Charlotte in the madness, I can't believe I missed the fight, I guess we were too slow.

 

[Jeremy]

((OOC: Dragons? Oh dear...))

 

[Dalamar]

Spot: 14+2=16, Listen 15+0=15

Sildarin tries to see who it is who called for medical help and then land near.
"What happened? Maybe I can help..."
I can heal up to 15hp right now

 

[Jarval]

OH HELLS! Please let them not have just said dragons! Mortimer spins to look at the crowd, looking for whoever spoke.

"Dragons? What dragons? Speak quickly, for this could make the difference between life and death to us all!" His tone and expression only underscore the urgency of his words.

(Listen check: 13 + 0 = 13)

 

[Zhure]

((OOC: Dragons? Oh dear...))

hee hee

 

[Zhure]

No spots or listens notice anything untoward.

None of the people Sildarin speaks with or checks on seem injured, nor do any look particularly hurt. The only wounds visible are some minor frostbite cases and a few half-healed nicks and scrapes - apparently acquired during the forced evactuation of Drell.

Lyrique's parents are clinging to him, barely letting him move. "Giants? There are no giants here, son," his father says... but there are great fire-breathing dragons encircling the camp. They tend to remain invisible unless you start to leave. Then they spring out of nowhere and rain fire down. We were lucky no one was injured when it happened.

"We've been too afraid to leave."

 

[Velenne]

Travellios continues toward the boats, smiling noncommitally toward any citizens of Drell who shout his way. At the shore, he studies the remaining ships and grim handiwork of his allies.

Listen: 15 + 0 = 15.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique grimmaces. "No Father. There are no dragons. There has been a spell of illusion keeping you all in here. The only thing we have seen so far are at least 1 giant, his dire bear pet and a few now dead Orcs. Please we must make haste. The Tower is a way off and The fires will surely attract attention we cannot afford to deal with."

Lyrique turns to address the people of the village. "People of Drell! We are here to escort you to safety. Please gather here and we will leave. take nothing that will slow you down. There was no Dragon. It was a Magical Illusion to keep you here." He yells.

 

[Dalamar]

"None of them are seriously hurt."
The adrenalin of the fight still bumping in his veins, Sildarin doesn't remember to stammer. He takes back to the air and starts circling around, looking for any trouble.