Academy of Drell, Part III


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I don't like this, I don't like this at all.
If it helps, neither do I.
Not really comforting when you take into account that you're just a piece of rock.
HEY, Don't insult me! I'm a highly intelligent, psionically active carbon-based gem.
A rock...
Grr... I can't even have a good argument with you.
I told you, you're a rock.
By the way, could you ask Ellie to move her butt a little more. I just love the look of it.

"Her butt!" Sildarin speaks out aloud, not yelling but rather in a normal conversation voice (which is quite much yelling from him). As he realizes this, he goes all red and starts mumbling something very meaningless.

Gothca!
Really nice... We're in a tunnel, wich I don't like because they restrict my movements and I like to feel free, and you make me yell something about Ellie's butt!
You did it all by yourself, I can't force you to do anything.
You lousy, little....
Tsk, tsk, tsk... Stop that or I'll have to stop helping you out of trouble.
You what? I don't need your help!
Oh really?
Really.
We'll see...
 
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Rallyn freezes as one of the party members shouts and listens to it echo up and down the tunnel. Then he stops, and then he turns.

".........."

Rallyn looks through the stooped over humans and elves and seeks out Sildarin's eyes.

Then Rallyn's eyes blaze with green light.

Please stop calling critters, our collective butts would appreciate it.

The green fire subsides as the missive finishes sending it's telepathic request to Sildarin, though it is replaced by a more subtle fire as the gnome turns back around and listens for the reprocussions of the nervous one's alarm signal.
 

Sildarin's clothes flap in a wind that no-one can hear and that doesn't seem to affect anybody else as he missives back at Rallyn.

Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose.
 
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Marching order (assumed):
FRONT
..^..
----> Rallyn
Arana
<-----Kith
Keith
<-----Charlotte
Victor
<-----Maerath
Ellie
<-----Sildarin


Charlotte manifests another astral construct and sends Doyle up ahead. It takes a few seconds to form and then it wings away quickly.

Ellie stops for a moment and holds very still, listening carefully for any odd sounds.

Arana also listens for a moment, her keen elven ears telling her that the clank sounded suspiciously like a crossbow's goatsfoot being set down on stone.

Rallyn hunkers down letting the construct pass by, then proceeds down the hallway.

Sildarin after in inobvious internal dialogue bursts out relatively loudly with, "
.... her butt!" gathering cold looks from Rallyn, and especially Ellie.
 

Victor turns to Ellie and Sildarin.
"Ah, you finally got that joke!" says in a low voice to Sildarin, then he seems to notice Ellie's angry look.
"Oh, you understood...No, Miss, he was just referring to a funny story I told him before about a lady and her butterfly. He didn't catch it then. I think he was afraid to be too loud so he stopped... at the most unseemly syllable. Please let's move on, nothing happened." he says to Ellie with an innocent smile.
Bluff 10+16=26
 
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See, I didn't need your help to get out of this trouble.
Yeah, it was Victor this time.
I can take care of myself, thank you very much.
It really doesn't seem so.
Shut up or I'll give you to some dragon.
You wouldn't!
Oh yes, I would.
But she does have a good butt...
Aww...

Releaved that Victor helped him out of trouble, Sildarin carries on moving ahead and tries not to look at Ellie, any part of her.
 

Arana whispers back to the others, "Looks like we have company. Stay quiet everyone." She proceeds to move forward, crouching and against the left side of the corridor, hoping for whatever little cover its jagged surface might provide.
 


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