Academy of Drell, Part 7

[Argent Silvermage]

"leave that to me. It's my idea. I'll take the blame for any problems." Lyrique says and get up to find a better seat near the fire.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"I think we'd all appreciate it if you told us what your story is, when you come up with it..." Charlotte says, "that way, we all know what's going on."

 

[Jarval]

"Why do we need a story? We're stuck on this ice-block, and we needed somewhere to sleep. Seems reasonable to me."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Lyrique looks at Charlotte and waves his arms around. "Why would I have to make up a story when this one is so interesting!"

 

[Tokiwong]

Lyrique looks at Charlotte and waves his arms around. "Why would I have to make up a story when this one is so interesting!"

"I am sorry but your trust in our fellow mind, is dreadfully naive... this island is filled with nothing with savages, and mystery, I would prefer to be prepared, and not depend on the kindness of strangers," Keith replies.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"I am sorry but your trust in our fellow mind, is dreadfully naive... this island is filled with nothing with savages, and mystery, I would prefer to be prepared, and not depend on the kindness of strangers," Keith replies.

"Keith Have you ever thought of seeing a healer about that constipation problem? Seriously we have little choice. I understand your concerns but the benefits outweigh the risks." If you choose to remain in the cold all night than fine. I'm off to the Tower." Lyrique gets up and wraps his cloak about him.

 

[Tokiwong]

"Keith Have you ever thought of seeing a healer about that constipation problem? Seriously we have little choice. I understand your concerns but the benefits outweigh the risks." If you choose to remain in the cold all night than fine. I'm off to the Tower." Lyrique gets up and wraps his cloak about him.

Keith stands, "Looks like a decision has been made, everyone get up, lets move out, we have a tower to assail. I am not cold, not cold eneough to tempt fate, but I won't let my foolish companions go without me, if only to keep our strength together. Everyone up, lets go!"

Keith looks to Charlotte, and whispers, "I am so looking forward to a time of respite." Keith moves forward, to take a scouting position, "Lets scout ahead, Paendaerig..."

 

[Calim]

"Sure, why not." Paendaerig will move forward and start off towards the tower.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Keith
"I am so looking forward to a time of respite."

"So am I." She whispers back.

She stands up, brushes herself off, then walks to stand near Lyrique. She regards him with an icy stare.

"Was most of that really necessary?" She asks, an edge to her voice. "And, as for the benefits outweighing the risks... we know nothing of the place we are about to enter. If you had to 'sing' the doors open, that tells me that strangers are not welcome there... and who knows what other strange things are there that we don't know about."

"And as for having a story... if the owner of that tower should be hostile, and comes upon us in their tower... then I would pray that we have a damn good reason for us being there. I've been held prisoner once already on this venture, I'd prefer it to not happen again."

She then smiles at him. "I've enjoyed our talk, Lyrique, but I hope we don't have another one like this... because I think my sword would have to get involved. And neither of us would like that, would we?"

She then walks off, headed after Keith.

 

[Zhure]

Boromin likewise throws his gear together and makes for the distant tower, despite the looming darkness.

The trip is cold and bitter, but at least all the winds have died down, so there doesn't seem to be an imminent risk of frostbite from exposure. As before, no creatures disturb the group's passage. The woods are empty of wildlife.

The hilly snow-covered plains west of the forest show no signs of tracks, save the ones left earlier by the group's passing to and from the tower. It takes several hours to make the trek, but the tower finally stands in front of you, seeming even darker and more malevolent in the starlight.

The bronze door is once again closed.