Academy of Drell, Part IV

[Zhure]

Rallyn, fluent in gnomish, recognizes the alphabet Victor's using (as do all the dwarven speakers since it's the same alphabet).

The creature seems even more puzzled, but is definitely following Victor's actions as if he understands what Victor is trying to do, even if the results aren't apparently intelligible to it.

The creature stops for a moment, gazes at the psicrystal, Doyle, then looks around from one member of the troupe to another before sliding back out of reach of the crystal, hand still on the weapon, but no longer as threatening and not nearly as close.

It points at the crystal with its poleax, then makes a shooing motion toward the group, as if he is sweeping it toward you.

 

[Jeremy]

Rallyn raises both hands in submission and cautiously tries to retrieve the crystal without coming closer.

Rallyn manifests far hand to pluck the psicrystal from the ground and bring it back to Charlotte.

Regardless of how understandable the words, Rallyn hopes his tone is recognizable. "Easy now, just one second, no harm here..."

 

[Dalamar]

It seems we might make it out from this without fighting.
No... How am I supposed to watch the females shake their butts now?
We were assumed to get hacked by a giant dwarf and all you care about are some... butts!
We would've been hacked anyway, no reason not to enjoy my last moments.
Good point... But that's not now or here. Let's hope the social ones will make it through this.
I wouldn't mind having a little combat erupt...

 

[Zhure]

As Rallyn uses his psionic abilities to retrieve Doyle, the golem-creature scoots back a few inches. It doesn't appear startled so much as cautious.

As soon as Doyle is safely back in Charlotte's hands, the creature points at itself and speaks again, apparently in the same dialect.

"Sh'ar."

It then plants it's left thumb on it's chest and repeats it stressfully.

"Sh'ar."

Then the creature waves it's bardiche across the floor of the cavern in front of you. The blade must be some sort of enchantment because it causes sparks to leap off the hard granite, and a distinct groove is cut where the blade passed.

"Sh'ar."

Victor knows Sh'ar was purported to be the herald of Kazak the conquerer.

 

[perivas]

[color=sky blue]As Arana heads back out of the tunnel, does she notice if she is apparently still the same size relative to the tunnel or smaller than before? Her concern is in being unable to recover their size. Sure elves look cute small as fey-like creatures, but she'll rather not be a pixie.[/color]

 

[Lichtenhart]

Victor answers to the golem pointing his own chest and saying "Victor. Friend."

Then he turns to the others "You can put away your weapons. I don't think they would be of much use anyway, but it seems he won't do anything to us if we don't try to go further. He said his name is Sh'ar. If I remember correctly, that was the the name of the herald of Kazak the Conqueror, who is also supposed to be the architect of the Academy. He speaks a very very old dialect of dwarven, so I can't really communicate with him. Do you have any ideas? Lady Perivai? Is there anything wrong?"

 

[Zhure]

Arana continues further back the passage, now quite far from the rest of the group. Closely examinging the remnants of footprints the party has left, and comparing them to her own current shoe-print, it seems unchanged.

The pool room also seems to be in the same scale, so it appears as if Arana's suspicions were unfounded.

Victor pantomimes back to the golem and tells everyone his thoughts on the golem and it's relationship to Kazak.


The golemic dwarf hunkers back on it's haunches, watching the proceedings with a keen eye, but doesn't seem aggressive, other than the large bardiche clutched in its hands.

 

[evileeyore]

"I have a bad feeling about this. It feels alot like Master Hong's excersizes in Logic. You know: You have a monster and a group of adventurers in a tunnel, that can't communicate with one another. What happens? Usually ends in bloodshed."

Kith thinks for a minute.

"Hey, Victor you could run through all your languages. It might just be speaking ancient dwarvish for ease. It might be fluent in somethng else. I only speak Elven, Dwarven, and Common."

 

[Zhure]

The creature seems in no hurry, and makes no threatening gestures. It is watching everyone suspiciously, save Arana, who is probably out of its range of vision.

With a few quick strokes of its bardiche, the creature carves a rune in the floor and points at the markings... an ancient rune meaning "danger," used in mines to mark deadly passages.

 

[Jeremy]

"Psst.. Maerath, you're always telling me how I should've branched out in my linguistics, see if you can give Victor a hand..."

Rallyn has very bad images in his head of what will happen if Keith, Kith, and Charlotte decide to "spar" with the stone cleavin-halberd wielding-dwarf guardian.