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Academy of Drell, Part 7


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Charlotte trudges on with the others.

Dragons... giants... what is going on here?
Don't ask me.
I wasn't. It's called a rhetorical question. I think.
...
But anyway. That was too easy.
It was.
Those orcs didn't do anything. They didn't try to flee. They didn't fight back. That either means that we were very effective, or they were some trap of some kind.
My bet's on their being a trap.
Very funny. It was a serious thought. I wonder what Sildarin found...


"Sildarin!" Charlotte calls out. "What were those hills you saw?"

He was probably hallucinating, or trying to get attention.
That's not very nice.
I'm not a very nice person.
So what are you saying? Your personality is a part of mine. Are you saying I'm not a nice person?
Of course you're not a nice person. Look at what you were saying to Keith earlier - you say you love him, and yet you berate him. That's not a very nice thing to do.
What? He deserved it. All of them did. We have to stick together, or we'll all die. Sometimes, the nice thing to do is to be mean.
...
I hate you.
...need I think more?
No. Shut up.
 

Keith perks up, and moves close to Charlotte and Sildarin, "This does not bode well for us, we need to make haste, and use that portal."
 

Mortimer urges the townspeople forwards, as yet unaware of any impending danger, but still wishing to get off this Gods forsaken island as quickly as possible.

"Sildarin's been gone a fair while. I hope something didn't find the lad." Mortimer frowns, worried by no longer being able to see the elf. "Lyrique! You want to jog ahead, and see if you can get that teleportation device up and running for us?"
 


Sildarin lands close to Charlotte and stays silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice.
"...giants... six... heading to the shore..."
 

"OH F%*&!" Mortimer exclaims at Sildarin's words. He looks around in embarrassment at his uncharacteristic crudeness.

"Sorry, just a bit panicked. Any way we can distract them for a bit? Even five minutes could make a difference to getting everyone out alive."
 

Rallyn looks back at Mortimer's exclamation, but can't hear what the others are talking about. He continues ushering along the people and offering assured words of encouragement.
 

Charlotte considers Silldarin's words for a moment.

"Give me your psicrystal." She says quietly. "If anything happens, it can tell you."

She sighs softly. "I'm going to go back and try to distract them. I have an idea... keep everyone moving. If I die, I don't want it to be in vain." She smiles slightly. "Don't let anyone follow me. You have to get the villagers back to Drell, and the rest of you need to stick together. If all goes well, I'll find you."
 

"And before you go charging off to your death, I think I might have a better idea." Mortimer interjects.

"Sildarin, you can do the whole flying thing, right? Any way you could get Charlotte airborne, and rain fiery distraction down on them? If they've not got any ranged weapons, you might be able to stay safely out of their reach."
 

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