Academy of Drell, Part 7

Keith nods to Charlotte, "Looks good, perhaps we should pull back, before the rest of the giants converge on us, make it harder for them to get to us..."
 
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"Which one... do we go after?"
Sildarin waits for Travellios to indicate which one is the target and then moves for the best position for fireballing.
 
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"A fair quandry. But prudencial tactics dictates that the foremost threat must be dealt with. Let us push onward and seek out the bears. The giants will dally in the bushes until they feel the danger has passed, permitting us to deal with them later. If they are still eager to be cooked alive, that is. But just to drive home the point..."

Spot check 15 to guesstimate where one of the giants went off to. If he feels confident (granted, he's already a little too confident to begin with) he knows where one is bound to be, he'll expend yet another charge for 28 points of fire damage.

If Travellios spots a giant, he finishes the sentence above with, "Roasty toasty."

If not, then, "Ah well."
 

Sildarin and Travellios

The two giants, considering the altitude, disappear into the snowy lands and are impossible to spot.

Charlotte and Keith

Together the two break off from the fresh carcass of the bear and return to their companions. Because of the path broken by the Drell natives and their superior speed, it only takes a few minutes to catch up.

Paendaerig, Mortimer, Lyrique, and Rallyn
Charlotte and Keith, walking briskly, after following the backtrail manage to get back with the main group. They look none the worse for wear.

As a much larger group, the six heroes and the three score Drell citizens continue to advance through the icy landscape. In a few short hours they will reach the tower.

It appears as if the giants have been discouraged from further direct assaults.
 

Rallyn manages a nod and continues to try to keep a disciplined pace among the people to ensure both that they arrive quickly, but more importantly, everyone makes it. Slowing the group slightly he allows the shorter legged members of the group who haven't been tromping all over the island already to catch up.
 


Keith keepsn a look out, and keeps his blade dran but looks genuinely at ease, "If they wanted to follow they would have easily caught us, I think this day was won by us..."
 

Charlotte nods, her grip on the halfspear loosening slightly, and color returns to her knuckles. "I think you're right, Keith." She says. "The others must've scared them off, or we'd probably be dead right now."
 

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