Academy of Drell, Part III

[GnomeWorks]

A joke, from Keith? Unusual. I wouldn't expect him to jest, especially at a time like this...

Or am I just being too tense? No, no, I'm not being too tense, nor am I over-reacting. One of us could have died today. I'm still convinced that Rallyn wasn't entirely healthy... but he'll sleep it off. It's none of my concern...

"Okay." Charlotte says simply, heading towards her room.

"I'm afraid that there is only one bed in my room, and the floor isn't very comfortable." She says to Keith as they walk along. "I don't have much in the way of furnishings, either..."

She walks to her door, opens it, and allows Keith in.

"Well, this is my room... home sweet home, I guess..."

A plain bed in the corner is unkempt and unmade, and a suit of well-crafted studded leather lies upon it in a heap. A desk is situated next to the bed at a right angle, and there are a few quills and a stack of parchment on it. A small shelf above the head of the bed carries a holder for Charlotte's rapier. A closet in the left wall is open, and reveals a few pairs of clothing, some hanging on a bar situated at about head-height for Charlotte, and one or two in piles on the closet's floor. Other than that, the room is relatively bare.

Perhaps I should have cleaned this up before I left this morning... too late now, besides - I'm not the tidiest of people...

 

[Tokiwong]

Unkept... not the tidiest person... oh well she is only human....

Keith smiles, though it comes off as more of a smirk, "It is perfectly acceptable. Sleep is not a concern of mine, just your well being and safety."

Keith removes his jacket and folds it and places it on the desk neatly trying not to obstruct anything. He turns to Charlotte.

A small sacrifice...

Keith places a hand on her shoulder, "Get some rest," his voice filled with genuine concern, "we have much to do in the morning. Much to do."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Hmm... and I thought I was being overprotective... perhaps I should put him in his place, before he gets it in his head that I can't defend myself.

"Keith," Charlotte says, then pauses for thought. "I will be okay. If anything does happen to come through here, we are both accomplished with the rapier. I can hold my own in a fight."

She moves to clean off the desk, putting everything on it in a pile on the floor.

"You can set your things on the desk. I'm sorry that there isn't much here in the way of comfort. I guess that comfort reminded me a little too much of home, something that I didn't... don't, really care to remember."

She removes the suit of armor off the bed and hangs it up gently in the closet, and sets her shield below it on the floor. She then removes her rapier from her hip and places it on the shelf above the bed.

"If I need it, it's within reach."

Hopefully, though, I won't be needing it.

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith nods and removes his mithril shirt and places his rapier on the desk he shakes out his white hair some and relaxes. He nods to Charlotte and kisses her forehead.

"I understand... I did not mean to sound too protective. It is a concern though i can't help it," he brushes her hair back and kisses her lips and then nods and takes a spot on the floor and slowly drifts into meditation...

I like her spirit... I shall protect her...

 

[GnomeWorks]

That's good, he decided to back off a little.

"It's okay, Keith." She says.

Charlotte lays down on the bed, tries to get into a comfortable position, and then closes her eyes.

Sleep, damn it, sleep... you'll need it. You don't know when you're going to get up. Something might come in the night. You must sleep, and now...

 

[evileeyore]

Kith goes to bed

The others gather together to discuss the fight. Kith steps over to the spot where the creature dove into the earth. He quietly brings forth arcane sight ‘Templa Elear’ and examines the area for a few minutes.

Casting Detect Magic and examining the residual magics.

Well at least those two kids will be watching each other. Turin mentally indicates Charlotte and Keith.

“Yeah and not much else. *sigh * Well there’s nothing else we can do here.”

Kith looks around and sees most everyone else has left. Including Maerath.

We should see if he took up our offer, though I doubt he did. Headstrong youths, thinking they know better…Hey we where young once, Hel, still pretty much are. Do we listen to ‘our elders’? Bah, your right.

Kith says his goodnights as he heads off to his room.

Upon entering the disaster area he sees his bed is still perfectly made and Maerath isn’t there. He wades through the heaps of clothes and blankets on the floor to his armoire. Opening it shows a whole different aspect of the room. Where everything else (except the bed) is festooned with the accumulation of centuries worth of papers, books, scrolls, and nick-knacks; the interior of the armoire is pristine. In it hangs a shirt of fine chain, a rapier, longbow, and two quarrels of arrows. A small tidy stack of books and papers occupy the base.

“We should go keep an eye out in front of Maerath’s door.” Kith says to Turin as he slips off his jacket and blouse.

And where exactly is that?

“What can’t you track his squirrel by scent?” He says donning the chain.

Phffffft. With all the other tree-rats in this joint. What do I look like a cat?

“Well, then I suppose we should get some shut eye, then. But I think I’ll just stay armored in case.” Kith gathers the rapier and baldric and places it on the bed. Then he flounces into the pile of cloth next to the bed, opposite the door to rest. He stretches and gets comfy, Turin curling up next to him. They both zone out. Soon little ferret snores can be heard…

Just waiting on mornin… Templa Elear=Magic Visions

 

[Tokiwong]

Good at least she is resting well... and safe for now...

Keith is up early being an elf he needs little sleep, and finds solace in Charlotte's protection. He stays nearest the door and stays silent always ready his rapier tied back to his side...

If one cannot be safe at home then where can one be safe... for one I could use your guidance Alustir...

 

[Zhure]

Serbanas is oddly charitable

Rallyn congratulates Victor for his efforts and winces at his injuries.

Sildarin returns to his room and meditates, preparing for bed, planning on rising with the dawn.

Charlotte also asks Rallyn if he will be alright.

Keith uses his wand to heal some of Rallyn's wounds and also congratulates him on his courage. Rallyn thanks him and hobbles off, favoring his side and using his shortspear as a walking stick.

Even though he's been healed, it's obvious Rallyn is feeling the effects of his encounter with the intantible creature -- as Charlotte notes.

Victor turns aside any praise for himself, pointing out that Rallyn was the truly brave one.

Victor recognizes it as a shade of some sort, though the precise kind is beyond your knowledge. Legends say that shades tend to be undauntingly evil. This one didn't seem evil so much as preoccupied. It almost appeared reluctant to attack, perphaps even only attacking in self-defense, which would be a decidedly uncharacteristic property of a shade.

Charlotte calls Rallyn back to the group and asks that they make a better plan, seeing as the creature is probably still around somewhere. She explains how she thinks the group should pair up, for safety's sake, at least until the morning. Together she and Keith go off together....

Kith steps over to the spot where the creature disappeared and calls forth his arcane sight to examine more closely.

The area has a residual magic to it, fading quickly. After a few moments you can tell it's Transmutation magic, and appears to be a supernatural ability, rather than spell-based.

He then returns to his own room and falls fast asleep with his weapon -- and Turin -- near his side.

********

Morning arrives quickly. For most of you the night is quite restful. For Rallyn, his sleep is cold and uncomfortable, he cannot seem to get warm, even though covered with many blankets as well as his tunic and a pile of old clothes. The fire banked in the small lantern that normally keeps the small room toasty warm doesn't seem to have any effect.

Sildarin arrives especially early, just as the sun peaks over the eastern edge of the ocean. Dressing quickly in the brisk cold he travels to Serbanas's cottage for practice against a fencing dummy.

The cottage door is closed, indicating Serbanas is either not home, or is in private meditations; he leaves it open when he is accepting visitors. Grassy knolls, patches of snow covering most of them block the cottage from view of most of the plateau where the Academy rests. It provides a quiet place to practice, as the hillocks tend to quiet any sound.

Sildarin warms up with shadow fencing, then moves to practice strikes against the soft wooden targets carved into poles set in odd patterns around the area. He practices slowly at first, picking up the tempo, perhaps a bit angry at his performance against the odd creatures from the night before. Faster and faster his blows land, trying to replicate his imperfect blows and improve on his techniques.

He stops, covered in a sheen of perspiration as slow clapping sounds from behind him. It's Serbanas, in black kilt and sleeveless tunic, rapier belted on his hip, as always.

While the clapping sounds sardonic, the wry, tusked grin he gives is filled with honest good humor. "Your skills improve, Sildarin. Your fight against those creatures seems to have filled you with resolve to better your swordsmanship.

"I understand from overhearing your conversations that your friends are meeting at the library in the morning. You're going to be late. I've already reported everything that happened to the Guards. There's not much they can do, but are going to speak to Agius about blessing the entire place."

As Sildarin starts to leave, Serbanas unsheathes his rapier and presents it to you hilt first. "You've done well in your studies. If you wish, I will retemper and sharpen yours today. Mine you may keep until yours is complete."

 

[Tokiwong]

Keith being up early decides to do a nice gesture and gathers some breakfast for Charlotte. He places it on the desk as he dresses. He glances slightly over his shoulder as Charlotte rises the smell of hot cereal with fruit slices and juice wafting through the room...

I wonder if she will like it...

Keith throws on his overcoat and adjusts the various rings on his fingers...

The Kinain family would disown me for kissing a human... to hell with them... I say... for now I do what I wish to do...

 

[poilbrun]

Maerath Iliandil

Sorry for the silence, I had some troubles with my computer, and I wasn't able to come to the board before now. Don't expect me to come more than once a day, I can't have access to this computer very often. I'll keep bugging the store so that they return my computer quickly!

Maerath goes back to his bedroom alone, while the fight is taking place. Who does Kith think I am? Maybe he believes I can't defend myself... I'll prove him wrong. After a good noght of rest, he wakes up early and heads for one of the arcane teacher's home trying to find a scroll of Comprehend Languages. If he finds one (or a spellbook in which the spell is written), he will start studying it and writing it in his spellbook...