GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Charlotte watches the two guards nearing, though she retains her grip on her halfspear.
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Academy of Drell, Part 7
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Velenne
Explorer
Travellios takes in the warmer air and calmer atmosphere with great satisfaction. When the guards interrupt, he pays no heed, instead making way for the throngs of survivors behind him. After all, they wouldn't deny an elf his walking stick would they?
"Ah, to be a novice again. Drell, so quaint when I first came to it. But still, it has such a feeling of home now after all this. I think I shall venture to the library. I wonder what happened during our absence."
"Ah, to be a novice again. Drell, so quaint when I first came to it. But still, it has such a feeling of home now after all this. I think I shall venture to the library. I wonder what happened during our absence."
Zhure
First Post
Return to Drell
As they approach closer, the guards' identity as half-orcs becomes clear. Neither is familiar to Rallyn (himself a guard member); they aren't natives of Drell.
The pounding footsteps become louder as a full score of armed similarly crimson tabarded footsoldiers race into view. Most of them also carry exotic weapons of one sort or another. Pounding at their heals is a vicious looking wardog, ridden by a halfling. The short humanoid is wearing a bastard sword strapped across his back; it looks far too large for him to wield. Loping alongside the unlikely steed and rider, keeping pace, is the familar sight of Palasant who you haven't seen in days, Likewise, he also has an immense sword slung over his shoulder, scaled as large in comparison as is the halfling's blade.
Further back, not making quite the same speed, is a contingent of guards Rallyn does recognized. Halberd-bearing members of the militia, some of them acquantainces from distant Northport as well as Drell itself.
"Stand down!" Palasant shouts, "they are friends." He waves his arms around at the guardsmen, who lower their weapons.
Palasant gently pushes his way through the returned citizens to speak to the entire group.
"Thankfully you've returned... what happened?"
As they approach closer, the guards' identity as half-orcs becomes clear. Neither is familiar to Rallyn (himself a guard member); they aren't natives of Drell.
The pounding footsteps become louder as a full score of armed similarly crimson tabarded footsoldiers race into view. Most of them also carry exotic weapons of one sort or another. Pounding at their heals is a vicious looking wardog, ridden by a halfling. The short humanoid is wearing a bastard sword strapped across his back; it looks far too large for him to wield. Loping alongside the unlikely steed and rider, keeping pace, is the familar sight of Palasant who you haven't seen in days, Likewise, he also has an immense sword slung over his shoulder, scaled as large in comparison as is the halfling's blade.
Further back, not making quite the same speed, is a contingent of guards Rallyn does recognized. Halberd-bearing members of the militia, some of them acquantainces from distant Northport as well as Drell itself.
"Stand down!" Palasant shouts, "they are friends." He waves his arms around at the guardsmen, who lower their weapons.
Palasant gently pushes his way through the returned citizens to speak to the entire group.
"Thankfully you've returned... what happened?"
Dalamar
Adventurer
It's now or never.
What is?
I'm going to finally lay down under that good tree I used to before all this began.
And miss something good to eat? What's the matter with you?
I need some peace of mind.
With his internal dialogue going on, Sildarin picks up his weapons and starts heading to the place his favorite tree -at least used to- resides.
What is?
I'm going to finally lay down under that good tree I used to before all this began.
And miss something good to eat? What's the matter with you?
I need some peace of mind.
With his internal dialogue going on, Sildarin picks up his weapons and starts heading to the place his favorite tree -at least used to- resides.
Zhure
First Post
Palasant pipes up, "Of course, of course, you're all very cold and tired, I'm sure...."
He quickly makes arrangements for both the rescuers and the rescued to be brought into the town square. A large fort has been built - miraculously in the few days everyone's been gone - in the square. Measuring about 100 feet to a side, the fort is made of some black and dusky stone, seamless slabs, held together without mortar. A shallow ditch has been dug around the base, and several score of crimson-clad guards continue to work on it. the black soil underneath standing out in sharp contrast to the white snow blanketing everything else.
Once inside the fort, the air warms significantly. A large bonfire blazes in the center of the area. There are no interior buildings, but a dozen red tents are set up in neat rows.
He quickly makes arrangements for both the rescuers and the rescued to be brought into the town square. A large fort has been built - miraculously in the few days everyone's been gone - in the square. Measuring about 100 feet to a side, the fort is made of some black and dusky stone, seamless slabs, held together without mortar. A shallow ditch has been dug around the base, and several score of crimson-clad guards continue to work on it. the black soil underneath standing out in sharp contrast to the white snow blanketing everything else.
Once inside the fort, the air warms significantly. A large bonfire blazes in the center of the area. There are no interior buildings, but a dozen red tents are set up in neat rows.
Zhure
First Post
Sildarin assuming he still wants to return to his favorite tree can see a lot of reconstruction has gone on around the island, some of it quite expertly done.
Most of the foliage on the island is on the campus, and it's a long walk up the hill to get away from the rocky shoreline. As Sildarin makes his hike, he passes groups of guards in crimson tabards, all of whom give him a quick look, then continue patrolling.
The eastern grove stands just as Sildarin had last seen it, except the melted patches of snow have been blanketed again by fresher precipitation.
Most of the foliage on the island is on the campus, and it's a long walk up the hill to get away from the rocky shoreline. As Sildarin makes his hike, he passes groups of guards in crimson tabards, all of whom give him a quick look, then continue patrolling.
The eastern grove stands just as Sildarin had last seen it, except the melted patches of snow have been blanketed again by fresher precipitation.
Velenne
Explorer
Travellios agrees to some kind of meeting time/place with Lyrique before heading off to the library. If they'd like, he offers to take a look at the strange book Emair was looking for. Either way, he is very eager to reclaim his 'territory' there- a small table in a dark corner where he spent many hours learning the Great Art.
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