Trell see's the crowded roof and mumbles something about the dangers of large parties on a obviously roughshod roof as he tries to barrel his way through
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Trell is focused completely on making up ground on Trinia and Kelzee after failing the tight-rope walk. So focused, in fact, that his feet seem to be acting on their own. The hole in the roof does not phase him in the least as he jumps over it and lands on the other side without slowing his sprint across the rooftops.
Trell grumbles to himself as he slowly makes his way down the wire holding on for dear life. He kisses the rooftop when he finally sets foot on solid ground.
Trell halts at the gap and see's Kelzee start making her way across the gap impressive he thinks to himself I bet I could do that he also foolishly thinks to himself and takes a uneasy step onto the clothes line.
Trell screeches to a halt when he see's the angry mutt eyeing him up. Trell knows that he is not the best with animals...or people...for that matter and the situation makes him feel that sneaking past might only serve to cause more harm than good. Trell slowly reaches down and unsheathes his sword I hope this works he thinks being uncertain if all his magic's work the same as they did before. With a deep breath, Trell casts Blade Lash and whips the blade at the mutts legs in hopes of tripping him as a distraction so he can sneak by.
After narrowly dodging the drunkards bottle, Trell quickly follow Andakos to the next checkpoint and easily makes his was across the shingles.
Trell lets out a laugh of excitement as he makes his way through The Shingles.
Maelis, please make sure this one is okay. You are better in the skill set than I. Andakos, Kelzee, shall we persue? He looks at the other two before acting.
Trell looks at the others and shrugs Might as well have a peek inside, huh? He reaches out to check if the door is unlocked.
Trell walks in slowely, hand resting on sword, and takes a look around the room, specifically trying to figure out what he heard.
Trell stands next to Maelis and silently listens for anything coming form inside the room.
Trell looks to the other two and whispers just loud enough from them to hear I heard something inside. It was a very faint thud but I am positive it come from the other side of the door.
Trell looks back to Andakos and Maelis, Do we just...knock? he says with a quizzical look
Trell, hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, fallows behind Anakos also keeping a close eye on the doors as he does so.
Trell Stands backs as Andakos does his thing absentmindedly clutching the hilt of his sword. He is still reeling a little inside as to why his sword suddenly reappeared...and can now talk. Perhaps Vencarlo will know something about it. Or, perhaps, I can do some studying once everything settles down. I do not remember ever reading anything about this in my studies. When Kezlee speaks, Trell nods, That sounds like a good plan to me. What say you, Maelis? Andakos? If things go south...do not do anything stupid...you have to gain their trust again.
The blacksmiths words snap Trell back from the kind of trance he was in staring at the sword. He hesitantly sheath's the swird, hoping that the apparently sentient sword does not react negatively to this, and nods to the blacksmith. I suppose the dwarf is right... we should...get going. We'll see what happens with this development...I guess. He heads towards the door.
Trell holds the sword up in front of his face with a look of shock. He cannot even come up with words right now. He has never heard of, much less seen, a sword...that talks? Obviously magic of some sort is at play here...but...how does it know that he has something to atone for? He looks to his companinos after a moment and tries to come up with a response. It is clear he as confused as they are, I...do not think it is a problem...but I cannot be sure. I am as surprised by this as you all are. I had lost my sword...this sword...after Eel's End. It did not speak when I lost it. I have never heard of a talking sword before...and this one knows what...happened...at Eel's End...I think. ""VOR'DRINEK" mean to Atone for something...or more specifically...to "atone for a death caused by incompetence/folly." He pauses at this and glances sideways at both Andakos and Maelis. A silent apology to the both of them. He turns his attention to the sword and speaks back to it in elven. Elven: What...or who...are you? How did you get here? What are concerned with my atonement for the events of Eel's End?
15 Sarenth, 4707 AR Trell gets the point. They do not want to talk right now. He understands. He just thought maybe one of them would be willing talk let him get his feelings out...but...it is too soon. So, he retreats to his own are of the hideout, pulls out some parchment, an inkwel and quill, and begins to write. About an hour later, Trell emerges from his area at a time when both Andakos and Maelis are not around, and slips a letter into their things in a location that he knows they will see. The letter reads basically the same for each of them: It is understandable that you do not want to speak with me. You blame me for Adrin's death and you have every right too...but...I need you to understand something in order for you to know what I was trying to do. It will not make things better...Adrin will still be gone...and for that I will forever have a pang of guilt when his name is mentions or his face crosses my memory. Perhaps that is punishment enough...perhaps not... I digress. For a couple of days now I have been hearing...voices...in my head. It was clear from the very beginning that no one else heard them. I thought I was going insane for a while but I do not feel that this is the case. It all started during the fight in the street on our way to Vencarlo's house. When the Drakes rescued us. I heard a voice encourging me to "kill them all". I tried to communicate back to whatever or whoever it was to no avail. Then...at Eels end while Destriant and Andakos were taking their turns fighting...the voice returned. It told me to release the captured Drake. It was all I could think of doing from that point on. I wont say that I was magically compelled to take action but...I wanted to...almost needed too... The rest of the story you know. I should have waited. I should have spoken to the group and figured out a better plan. My bravado got the best of me in the heat of the moment. I thought we could take them. The trap door never crossed my mind as a possibility. This does not excuse my actions. This does not make things better. But...I needed to tell you. I needed you to know why I did what I did. I have learned a very valuable lesson and I hope that, with time, you can trust me again. -Trell FOR the rest of the 3 days, Trell rests, studies, and trains as much as he can...it is the only think he knows to do to heal his currently fragile mind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------ Trell listens to everything that captain has to say. He remains silent, though, he does not think his opinion is really required in this matter. He will go and do whatever Maelis, Andakos, and this new member decide to do. He must...he has to prove he is still a worth while member of this team and that.
14 Sarenth, 4707 AR Upon returning from the healers at the castle Trell secludes himself from Maelis and Andakos. While the mumbling has stopped the constant analyzing what happened, the jumble of thoughts about Adrin, and the deep feeling of grief for both the loss of Adrin and for what he put his newly found friends through has not. He needs some time to himself to think. The night is restless. Dreams of the horrors they faced keep him awake for the whole night. 15 Sarenth, 4707 AR Trell wakes with a start. A particular nasty dream that was basically just a replaying of the entire fight except for Adrin's dead body animates and attacks Trell. The killing blow would was just about to happen before he woke up. I wish it would have continued... he thinks to himself. Trell lays there for a while. Releived that the jumble of thoughts seems to have dissipated for the most part. While his mind seems to be repairing itself the feelings of despair will likely never go away. Or at least he hopes they do not. Eventually, Trell swings his legs over the side of the bed, massages his temples to try and relieve the pounding headache, and then stands up and heads out to the main area. He looks around the place for both Adrin and Maelis. He wants to speak with them. Leaving this go in silence is not going to fix anything.
Trell will slowely return from his mental break throughout the 3 days. He is still nowhere near "normal" mentally...but he is at least able to function like a functional person. I think he wants to talk to Andakos. Even though he thinks it is probably a bad idea...he wants the chance to explain himself. He knows it will not makes things "better" but at least it will be communicated.
Trell walks behind Andakos. Head down. Basically on auto-pilot all the way to the castle. As he walks...his mind is racing through the events of the day...he is slowing slipping into hysteria... He has never had to cope with something like this. Even his time under Lamm were not nearly as devastating to he psyche. Those were bad things that happened...but none of them were his fault... This certainly was...or at least he feels that it was. I thought the lock would break...it would have...should have...we could have won...it was a good plan. Adrin...adrin...dead...your fault. Did not think of traps. Spiders hiding. His name was King of Spiders. You're a fool. It was your fault Adrin...dead...you did it...it was because of you... These thoughts repeat, along with several others, over and over. Mixed together and nearly incoherent if spoken out loud They arrive at the room and, like a zombie, Trell finds the nearest chair and flops down on it...exhausted. It only takes a few moments before his thoughts turn into mumbles. The parts about Adrin being dead are especially clear and easy to hear...despite his low whispers.
Trell suddenly remembers the things that Blackjack gave him. He quickens his pace to catch up to Andakos. Without really approaching him or addressing him direcrtly, Trell says to Andakos You...have all the right in the world to hate me...but we still have a task to complete. The documents that we went there for...I have them...that Blackjack fellow left them with me. I also...have...A...Adrins...signet ring. I am sure the family will wish to know if his fate. his emotions almost get the best of him when he says Adrin's name but he fights them back. He holds out the things he was given like a street urchin holding a bowl for soup
Trell sighs as he watches Andakos walk away without another word. This is your fault, you fool. He has every right to be angry with you. Hell...he has every right to hate you...you deserve it. Your arrogance almost did you and him in...Adrin was not so lucky. You killed a man today...a man that was your friend He gives Andakos a few feet of room and then begins walking after him...
Trell watches as the mysterious figure that rescued them walks away without saying another word. He stands there...stunned...with a half dead Andakos laying at his feet. Trell funmables around with vial for a moment his shaking, sweaty, and blodd stained hands make it difficult to uncork the vial. With a grunt of frustration and panick, he pops the cork off and quickly drains the liquid into Andakos's mouth. It takes, what seems like, and eternity...but he lets out a sigh of relief and a nervous laugh as Andakos's eyes pop open the breath of life fills the Tieflings lungs yet again. With almost a hysterical laugh and a shaky voice Trell says It is good to see you with your eyes open, friend. I...know not who it is that saved us...he only said the Vencarlo now owes Blackjack a favor...but I would say that we are also forever in his debt... he trails off and a solemn look crosses his face. I...I am sorry...Andakos...for putting you, and the others through this. I was too cocky with my actions...and thought that we could fight our way out...but when that lock did not break on the cage...and the floor fell beneath...I knew we were doomed. Adrin... Trells voice cracks when he mentions Adrin. He has to fight back the tears and only does a half decent job of it Adrin...is...dead he bites off the last word and lets it hang in the air. Trells hands still shake. His breaths and deep and ragged. The pain of his wounds are only part of that...the fact that he saw his newly formed friend die and it was all because of him is a much larger part of it. The shock of it all and the adrenaline are the only things keeping him awake right now. I know not the fate of Maelis. I only pray that he still lives. He hangs his head after this and lets the silence take over.
Trell yells out in pain as he is sliced by Devrago. The jolt of pain causes him to start losing his grip on the ledge Shit..shit..shi... the jolt of pain combined with sweaty fingers makes him loose his grip and fall down into the hole landing hard on his back. With a groan and ring in his ears from the fall, Trell looks around where he landed and see's destriant and the spider thing but cannot get himself up right away. He knows he is wounded badly and that he would near useless in a fight right now. So, he reaches into his pack, grabs a vial of CLW, and drinks it down.
Felling better almost instantly he yells Hold on Destriant! I will come help!!
Trell gives Drevago a look of complete confusion. Why would you want me to kill such a valuable creature? You said yourself how much you an fetch on the black market for one of these. Sounds like a poor business decision just for some sick and demented entertainment Trell then shrugs. Lamm is more important than some stupid bird. I will do this thing Trell then starts to slowly walking over to the cage. He makes some subtle face gestures at the drake to try and ensure him that he is not going to kill him...and that they will need his help...but it probably just looks like Trell's nose itches... Trell take a deep breath, raises his sword in the air as it flashes bright with arcane energy (the dagger laying on the ground that was still pulsing with energy winks out as he does so), and then brings the sword down at the drake in it's cage...but at the last possible second...his blade diverts course and smashes into the lock on the cage.
Trell gives Drevago a look of complete confusion. Why would you want me to kill such a valuable creature? You said yourself how much you an fetch on the black market for one of these. Sounds like a poor buisness decision just for some sick and demented entertainment Trell then shrugs. Lamm is more important than some stupid bird. I will do this thing He turns twords the cage and stares at the drake for a moment or two. DM:
I do not know if you can hear me...but I am going to try and free you...and if my plan is successful...we will need your help fighting...and maybe a few friends if you have the ability to do so he waits to see if there is any sign from the drake of him understanding before continuing on. He then takes a deep breathe and sends 2 magic missle bolts flying through the air...but they do not hit the drake...instead...they hit the bracket the attaches the cage to the ceiling.
Trell turns back to Drevago, shrugs, and says Ooops...I missed
Trell, bleeding and exhausted, turns to leave. But, as he does, he takes a good look at the cage holding the drake. He is trying to see if there is anyway to free him either now...or come back later.
DM: As Trell examines the cage he thinks I...I dont know if you can hear me or not...but...I will find a way to free you...maybe not now...but soon...
Shane is a dummy:
Trell hollers in pain as the blade finds purchase yet again. Out of sheer anger and frustration...and an incredible amount of pain...Trell begins pummeling the man with his fists.
His fathers words from not so long ago begin to run through Trell's head "You are trying to be to fancy about it, son. Just fight like I've taught you. Stop trying to look cool while doing it." No truer has his fathers words been than right now. You are fool, Trell...and now look what you have gotten yourself into he thinks.
Trell winces a bit as the the blade bites into his skin...but he does his best to not let it show outwardly. He then smiles slyly as he reaches out and grabs a hold of the daggers blade, drawing blood in the palm of his hand as he does so. He does not flinch at this. He just smiles at the the thug. A moment later the crackle of electricity can be heard and as a sudden jolt is sent through the blade and into the thug.
With a flash of movement, Trell stabs down at the thugs right leg with the dagger. He will leave it in the thugs leg if it it hits.
Trell then takes advantage of the thugs actions and jams the palm of his fist into the hilt of the dagger.
After jaming the hilt of the dagger, Trell send his fist into the face of the thug
DM:
Who are you...why?...why do I feel like this is something I MUST do? Trell already knows he won't get an answer...but he felt the need to try anyway Without another word, Trell steps up on the table not breaking his eye contact with Devargo. He lets a small smile form as he finally looks to his opponent and let's his hand be secured to his side.
He then immediately lunges for the dagger and secures it as quickly as he can. The dagger immediately begins to glow with arcane energy.
Trell watches the fights ahead of him but is visibly distracted and looking up towards a cage that holds a house drake within it. He smiles, distractedly, as Andakos and then Destriant collect their winnings and move away from the table. It takes a moment for Trell to respond when he is addressed as the next person up I wish to make a deal with you, good sir. If I win...I want to forgo my winnings...but instead...I want you to free the house drake that you have locked in that cage over there.
Trell sets his sword against a wall and steps forward. It does sound like a good time, doesn't it? I will also partake. He makes a show of it by inconspicuously flexing his muscles and loosening up his neck with a few head rolls. Trell has heard of this game and has actually done a few mock challenges with Vencarlo...without the dangers...of course. Vencarlo always said that while it is a dangerous game for dangerous men...it has it's utility as a combat training scenario. Trell was never able to best the old man but he came close a couple of times and thinks that this should mean that this lot will be easy work.
The conversation between Adrin and his father could not be less interesting to Trell. He remains silent for the rest of the walk to Eels End. He is thinking thing over in his head. Mentally preparing for whatever might happen in the next few hours. He checks to make sure his sword is both there...and secured correctly. He even takes out his spell book and studies as they walk. When they reach the point where Vencarlo leaves he gives his father a nod and says My brashness has served me well so far, father...but I take your point. I will be careful...you have my word. You be careful too...old man... Trell lets a smirk cross his face as he says "Old man" If things get worse aroud here...Korvosa could quickly become a much more dangerous place. I know you can take care of yourself...but I cannot help but worry. It is just in my blood to do so...I love you...old man...we will talk soon. Trell realizes that he has never told Vecarlo that he loves him. Perhaps it is not something that he has never felt the need to say...but he felt like he had to say it...just in case things go bad. Trell watches his father leave and then turns to the rest of the group. Well...what do we want to do now??
Trell gives a confused smile trying to cover up the fact that he was completely serious in his statement. "A good chess player? I suppose he would indeed be good at running a city. It's a similar skill set. I never took you for a chess player, old man. You always find ways to surprise me...even after all this time. He gives a slightly affectionate smile. You'll have to teach me some day.
Trell listens to the two men talk about the city and it's leaders, such things were always a boring subject to Trell, and after Andakos shares the details of Neolandus Trell chimes in with a hrumph and a He sounds boring to me
As they make their through town, Trell says to Vencarlo, So, father, I see you fared well in the riots. The house looked in one piece as well, was the rioting not as bad in Old Korvosa? Or does your reputation keep people from attacking your home? he looks at Vencarlo and smirks mischievously Or do they take pity on such an old man?
Trell follows his father out into the hall. GM: As Vencarlo speaks Trell hangs his head a bit in shame. I...I am sorry, father...she dishonored you...in my opinion and...I...burned with anger when I saw her...I couldn't help myself. he looks up at Vencarlo You are my only family...I was just trying to do right by you...but you taught me better than that...and I am sorry he lets his head droop a bit again.
Trell stops in his tracks at the sight of Vencarlo. "Father! We just came back from home looking for you. I was worried about you with all the rioting and discord within the city. But...you seem to have taken care of yourself. I sometimes forget that you are not the fragile old man you appear to be He gives his father a big smile and chuckles before hugging him, despite knowing his aversions to such things. It is good to see you again, father Trell says quietly to the man as he hugs him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Trell listens to everything that Kroft has to say. He remains quite for the most part only adding that he is more than happy to help the crown and the city that he has grown to love. He also give Maelis a respectful smile and nod once he mentions preparing some antitoxins. He would never have thought of that.
Trell reads the letter and sighs Fool man. Just has to go out and try to be the hero...doesn't he... he mumbles to himself but just audible enough to be heard in the quietness of the empty house. He looks at the letter for moment or two longer before folding it up and placing it in his front pocket. He hopes this is not the last time he hears from his father. He address both Adrin and Maelis. Please, make yourselves at home. I am sure there is some sort of food available in the pantry. I doubt he has been gone long enough for it to spoil. Adrin, I am sorry that you will not be able to meet Vencarlo today. He has decided to try and be the towns hero...it seems. he sighs and shakes his head at his own comments No...that is not fair...he is a noble man with a soul of saint...it is his calling to help others in time of need. I should have expected this. With that, he leave the Adrin and Maelis in the pantry area and sets about searching the house to make sure there is nothing to show that Vencarlo had any unexpected visitors or the like.
Trell studies the new creatures with curiosity trying to figure out what they are.
He leans over and whispers the information he knows to both Maelis and Adrin trying not to frighten the currently not agitated psuedodragons. He tries to get an idea of their...motives (for lack of a better term)
When one of them points to him, Trell does the ole' "Who? Me?" routine after following the direction of the point with his eyes and pointing to himself. Seeing that he is being pointed at...he just...nods...in acceptance of whatever it is the house drake wants. He doesn't know why...but he trusts this creature...more than he trusts most creatures...
GM: While waiting for the Imp to re-appear Trell takes the knowledge that he knows imps are not telepathic...and deduces that it was something else. But...they are the only ones in the street right now. Maelis does not have the ability and neither does Adrin...or at least Trell does not believe they would. So...he tries something...more or less out of instinct than anything. Who are you? He thinks to himself, hoping that whatever strange telepathic link is happening here goes both ways
DM:
Trell smiles as the creature explodes. He wasn't expecting it...but he plays it off as if he meant to do it. He hears a whisper and takes only a few seconds to look around...he does not let it distract him too much knowing that the other imp is still on the battle field Maelis and Adrin would see Trell get distracted for a few split seconds because after he blows the imp to smithereens his head starts to whip around the whole area but it only lasts for a few seconds before you can see him shrug and then draw his attention back to the battlefield.
Trells moves up to the now visible imp. His sword, along with glowing with arcane power, now begins to cackle with electricity. He takes a swing at the Imp.
Trell curses quielty as his for disappears and gives a shake of the head that the huge blow he landed on the thing did not kill it. He turns his attention to the other creature, realized he cannot reach him with his sword, but he can reach him with a pair of Magic Missles
Trell studies the flying creatures and yells out as he makes his way up to the still visible one and yells out everything he knows about them while drawing his longsword. He then takes a swing at the Imp as his sword begins to shimmer with arcane power.
Trell nods as he is introduced but does not say anything. After Maelis is done with his prayers Trell walks up and also deposits 10gp. He does not offer a prayer, however, but just because he is an atheist doesn't mean he does not respect the religious beliefs of others...besides...this might go to help someone in need down the line. With another nod to the Sister and Maelis he turns to Adrin. "Shall we escort Maelis back to safety and then head our, Adrin?"
Trell looks at the creatures as he walks by and grips his sword at his waist in more of involuntary reaction. He knows not what they are...and he is not sure what they do. He is relieved that they make it to the Pantheon without incident. He listens to to the lady introduce herself and e leave the introductions of himself and Adrin to Maelis.
Trell looks to Adrin and Maelis. He can tell that Adrin was at least somewhat intrigued...even if he did not say so outwardly. Perhaps I could accompany the two of you and then we could go visit Vencarlo? he says to Adrin. Otherwise, perhaps there is a guard or two that could be spared to go with me. I am confident I could make it there safely on my own...but with the city the way it is...I'd rather not take the risk...but I must check in with Vencarlo...not knowing his well being is concerning.
Trell approaches Adrin once they are out of the Citadel. Adrin, I was wondering...would you like a chance to meet Vencalro? I would very much like to visit him and make sure he is okay...but with the streets the way they are...I was hoping someone would travel with me. He looks at the others. You are all free to come, if you wish. Vencarlo is a good man and, while he may not be particularly enthused that I am crowding his home with strangers...he will be more than happy to accommodate for an evening or two.
Trell see's Andakos move into position and does the same himself by taking a five foot step diagonally to get into flanking position with Andakos. He then suddenly feels as if he has been blessed by the gods...but he knows which on in particular. While he moves he gives a quick glance and a smile to Maelis. Trell snaps his head back towards his foe as the air around his hand begins to chill again. With a thrust of his non-sword wielding hand, Trell shoots out another ray of frost at this abomination
He follows that up with another swing of his sword.
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