Academy of Drell, Part IV

Sh'ar replies: "I do not know. I've never seen one like it. In my day there were crossbows, but none so large."

Arbalests are relatively new in the Empire, although light, hand, and repeating crossbows and gastrophetes have been around for centuries.
 

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Charlotte's face becomes very grim and very solemn.

"There's nothing we can do here." She says quietly. "Rallyn... I know how you feel. But there are only so many of us. We can't do much. Not only are there only a few of us, but we are weakened... and the orcs will probably leave by the time we are ready to try again..."

Why does this have to be so hard? I finally get into Drell, and then what happens? The Nine Planes happen, that's what.

"...even if we could go down there, and had a chance of surviving, the others are at the cave. We have no plan. If we go down there, we'll get caught."

We can't go down. Yet if we don't, what are we letting happen? What will we be allowing? But what will we accomplish if we ourselves get captured?

"...there is no easy answer here, my friends. But I think that, for now, the best thing to do is go back to the cave and rest, and then try to come up with what we're going to do. Perhaps Victor and the others have found something..."
 

"Yes, that's......what we should...what we should do...." Ellie sinks to her knees despairingly, then after a couple of minutes regains her composure. "Come on, let's just...let's just get out of here, before they capture us as well."
 


Meanwhile Victor checks if he can safely descend the tunnel or if the tunnel floor is too slippery and he would need a rope or something to climb back. If he is convinced there's no danger, he will venture down the tunnel, careful for noises or other changes in the air.
 

"..."

I want to tell them that I feel the same way... that I, too, don't want to turn away. That I want to go help those down there, no matter what the odds are.

But we can't. Someone has to look at this coldly, rationally... and I guess that has, somehow, fallen to me. I don't like that. I don't want to have to do this... I don't want to have to be the "bad guy" here.

...I can't handle this. I can for now... I'm so tired of all of this, though. Mystery after mystery, combat... and more mysteries.

We will solve all of them eventually. But I need some emotional support... otherwise, I'm going to collapse.

"..."

Damn it! Why am I so weak? I can do this now... but I might not be able to tomorrow. How long can I rationalize us not going down there? Why shouldn't we? We must do all that we can... but if we do, we all will fall to the orcs.

Like I told Ellie and Rallyn, we can only go back to the cave and think, and rest. After that, then maybe I will know what to do...
 

Charlotte, Ellie, & Rallyn

The trio are clearly disgusted by what they have seen and their self-admitted inability to deal with it. The orcs appear to be far too numerous and strong to be dealt with.

Together they sneak back to the grotto.

All three please roll a Spot and a Listen Check
 

Victor

Looking at the dark receading hallway before him, Victor estimates there's little chance he can climb down it. Even planting one hand on the wall and tentatively touching one foot upon the floor he still almost slides down it. That floor feels through his shoe as if it's made of something far slipperier than glass or ice.
 

OOC: I'm assuming my searches happen while the others are fighting with the orcs. Please tell me if I'm wrong and I'll edit this post.

Mmm I can't go down blindly, I don't even know if there's a way back. I'd need a rope or something...Wait, Maerath had a rope! I should go back and ask him about that.

Victor comes back to the room where he left the others and Sh'ar, asks Maerath about his rope, and picks some piece of the arbalest to secure it, as a sort of grappling hook.
 

Victor

Correct, this is out of phase, time-wise. We'll try to sync it up fairly soon.

Victor manages to wedge the smashed arbalest into the chamber above the sloped passage and lowers the borrowed rope tentatively down into the darkness.

Like his shod foot did, it shoots off as if the passage offers no resistance whatsoever. It lays dangling out past the edge of his vision....
 

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