Ayrell/Journal

(OOC NOTE: This page is a work in progress that will continue to be added to over time as I am able to work my way through a file of old logs. It is intended as a way to document some events from 2005-2006 as well as a means of just some fun reading, though some of the logs are of personal conversations that would not be public knowledge. For this reason, it is asked that the information on this page be treated as out of character for the sake of preserving the roleplay.)

Written from the viewpoint of Ayrell Evyntine.

Journal Introduction

I have never been much for writing journals, as the details within them can never be guaranteed to remain private. For that reason, I am not entirely sure where to begin. Perhaps with an introduction. My name is Ayrell Evyntine of the Mountain Elves. The year is 441 and I am preparing to present a lecture at the Shoan a Sidelkuloa theater in Shard as part of my History on the Rooftop series. This will not be the first lecture I have given there, though it will be the first time I have presented a lecture based on my own personal experiences rather than the notes and documentations written in the history books by others. For that reason, I am struggling somewhat with how to put my experiences into words. One does not see and endure the things an adventurer sees and endures without the mind stepping in at some point to try and dull the horrific memories for the sake of sanity and self-preservation. This coping mechanism, however, has a tendency to leave certain memories hazy. Somewhat garbled, in places. But there are those I recall with absolute clarity. Memories I am not certain I could ever truly forget. And it is those memories that I seek to put into writing now so that I may find a way to organize them in a manner that is at least... mostly cohesive. Once I have done that, I will perhaps find myself with an organized set of notes from which I can draw inspiration for my upcoming lecture.

Arrival to Shard and the Outcast War

But, where to begin? A bit of backstory about me, perhaps? Not too much, as the history of how I came to leave Elamiri and join the Warrior Mage Guild is not one I speak of lightly, nor would I dare place it into writing, in case this journal were to fall into curious hands. But there is a point in time of which I believe I can safely begin. That time being when I first ventured back to Ilithi after years as an initiate within my guild. The year was 375. I was 49 years old. Young, by Elven standards, yet I found myself recruited into the military of Ilithi in the months leading up to what is known to history as the Outcast War. I recall quite well how it happened. I was still a young mage, testing my combative abilities against the snowbeasts in the Dragon Spine Mountains when I suddenly found myself overwhelmed, taking hits, and suffering blows from which I struggled to recover. I was convinced I would meet my demise when a kind Elven gentleman by the name of Fierolan Vanyahin stepped in and rescued me, leading me to safety, as well as a healer south of the city, near the Whistling Woods at an area known to the locals as the Hollow. While there, we began to converse. I learned that Fierolan was a Commander with the Ilithi military, heading a unit known as the Ilithi Mountain Guard. Before the conversation was over, Fierolan convinced me that my combative abilities could be put to good use as a member of his unit and I pledged myself to the cause that same day. As the war went on, Fierolan and I came to be friends. Kin, in the sense that we discovered our shared heritage through the Mountain Clan that brought us closer together as loyal subjects of Her Majesty, Queen Morganae Sunderstone. I worked hard and eventually earned myself the honor to call myself lieutenant of the Ilithi Mountain Guard. I was granted my own unit, which I led proudly, alongside my fellow lieutenant, Xand Duchet. We were a force to be reckoned with - but not strong enough, it seemed, as inevitably we found ourselves on the losing end of the battle. The Outcasts arose victorious and Shard no longer felt like home. Many of us scattered in the aftermath. Personally, I spent some years hiding away at Chyolvea Tayeu'a, as did a few others of my acquaintance. Eventually, I travelled away, seeking refuge from the painful memories of the war. It was then that I received a missive from Fierolan advising that he had tendered his resignation as Commander of the Ilithi Mountain Guard. He went on to speak of his new position, as that of Consul for Her Majesty, Queen Morganae herself. He offered me to take his place as Commander, an honor of which I was more than happy to accept. I even went so far as to send word to him of my immediate return to Shard, only to then fall ill a few days later, leaving me unable to make the journey.

Post-War Return to Shard

It wasn't until around the year of 382 that I was again well enough to travel the road to Shard. My first order of business upon arriving was to seek Fierolan out and inform him of my return. We met at Milene's Rose, a place that had become like a second home to us during the war. It was where everything of importance to us took place back then. It was there that I accepted his offer to join the Ilithi Mountain Guard. It was there where I accepted his offer of promotion to lieutenant. And it was there that we reunited. Two old friends, returned to each other's lives, once again able to freely roam the streets of Shard without threat of Outcasts at every turn. While at Milene's, it seemed our thoughts had been overheard on the gwethdesuan, through which we had arranged our meeting. Our location was no secret, and we were soon joined by another fellow Mountain Elf by the name of Xelten Tyrsin. An associate of Fierolan's, who claimed that he had heard so many good things about me from the Consul that he simply could not pass up the opportunity to meet me himself. Flattery, surely, but the introduction was one that holds significance to the course of events that transpired after that night, therefore it feels an important detail to include at this point in the story.

Over the next few weeks, I began to settle back into my residency in Shard. Fierolan and I spoke often, conversations through which I learned that he had been tasked with a special mission by Her Majesty. Information gathering. Covert, of course. Whispers were rampant in the streets about necromancers, the city of Crossing suffering invasions of undead on a somewhat regular basis. My return was too recent, too new, to allow me to be of much assistance in his mission, but I offered to do what I could to help, in service to our queen.

And that is where this history truly begins.

Journal Entry One

Life in Shard was an adjustment after so long away. It was pure happenstance that another old friend of mine happened to have returned to the area as well... Hmm. Did I say friend? Perhaps acquaintance would be a better description of my association with the S'Kra Mur Moon Mage known as Smozh Zharhhtha, considering how impossible he was to read or predict. Our paths had crossed on several occasions, our identities and reputations known to one another. As our interactions had never been unfriendly, I viewed him as someone intelligent, capable of intriguing debate... and entirely lacking in ability to speak the Common tongue. Discourse with him required the use of lunar magic. Thoughtcasts. Telepathic links. Or, on a good day, a translator.

The reason Smozh is important, however, is that HE was the one who ultimately provided the opening I needed to truly aid Fierolan in his mission. For, as it turned out, Smozh had already formed a link with the very people in question from whom Fierolan sought to obtain information. And while I had no means of ingratiating myself, Smozh was the one who proposed a means of introduction and association. Purely for his own, perhaps selfish purposes, of course, but two can play at that game. I was young. Unfamiliar with the intricacies of politics and espionage, but I was aware enough to see Smozh's interest as an opportunity. So I seized it - fool, I may have been. Whether or not the rest was uphill or downhill from there, well... I think that depends on who you ask.

I still recall the night Smozh presented his plan. I was summoned to meet with Fierolan and his attache, Kitya, at Milene's. Someone had reached out to Fierolan to request a meeting, the subject of which started with discussions of a recent vision observed by the lunar mages. Throughout the evening, events then progressed into what would ultimately become one of the most monumental turning points of my entire life...

A Meeting of Fate (Log)

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Are any moon magi within the range of my thoughts?"

Your mind hears Utamael thinking, "Aye, Smozh, did you hear the whispers?"

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "... I did."

Your mind hears Utamael thinking, "I'm studying the skies now to see what they reveal"

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "I will try my eye as well. Please let me know if you discover the source."

Your mind hears Fierolan thinking, "<to you>" Can you meet at the Rose for a moment?

[Shard, Ruby Street]
The evidence of new Elven construction is readily apparent in the buildings that crouch closest to the Great Tower of Shard on Ruby Street. The domed Elothean architecture that can be seen dominating the skyline to the south is replaced by rising spires of flanged stone and crystal to the north. An arched gate of diamondique and steel separates the street to the south. You also see a crystal-roofed alabaster building.
Also here: Magess Kitya, Knight Magister Fierolan

Fierolan smiles.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx pads into the area.

You smile.

Kitya smiles at you.

Fierolan asks, "Join me?"

You smile at Kitya.

You join Fierolan's group.

Fierolan says, "Someone has requested our presence at the Rose. Kitya has agreed to accompany."

You nod.

Fierolan says, "Kitya, this is Ayrell Evyntine."

Fierolan says, "A former lieutenant of mine during the War."

You smile at Kitya.

Fierolan says, "Ayrell, this is Kitya Skydancing, my attache."

Kitya sinks down in a deep curtsy to you, her lashes lowered.

You say, "It is a pleasure."

Kitya smiles at you.

Fierolan says, "I have been meaning to do that for quite some time."

Fierolan grins crookedly.

Fierolan asks, "Shall we proceed?"

Kitya grins at Fierolan.

You say to Fierolan, "I was actually headed to the Rose as well."

Fierolan says, "Oh, excellent. I am not sure who has requested our presence, but we shall soon find out."

Fierolan says, "Be ready for anything, I suppose."

You nod in agreement.

Kitya laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went south.
[Shard, Ruby Street]
Ruby Street cuts through the heart of the only section of Shard that survived the wars with the Dragon Priests, a fact that is readily apparent in the antique appearance of most of the shops here. One inn built of seasoned wood seems to be the main attraction of this section of the lane, a cherrywood sign painted with a black rose hanging over the door. Young children of the streetrat persuasion scamper past as they run out of or into a side street that leads to the inn's stableyard.
Also here: Magess Kitya, Knight Magister Fierolan, and Doomsayer Smozh.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group entered an inn.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went west.
[Milene's Rose, Tavern]
Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican.
Also in the room: Magess Kitya and Knight Magister Fierolan.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx pads into the room.

Fierolan asks, "Wait, wasn't that that fellow?"

Fierolan asks, "That S'kra fellow you know?"

You nod.

Fierolan raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say, "It was, yes."

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went east.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went out.
[Shard, Ruby Street]
Ruby Street cuts through the heart of the only section of Shard that survived the wars with the Dragon Priests, a fact that is readily apparent in the antique appearance of most of the shops here. One inn built of seasoned wood seems to be the main attraction of this section of the lane, a cherrywood sign painted with a black rose hanging over the door. Young children of the streetrat persuasion scamper past as they run out of or into a side street that leads to the inn's stableyard.
Also here: Magess Kitya, Knight Magister Fierolan, and Doomsayer Smozh.

Smozh just left.

Kitya casually observes the area.

You ponder.

Kitya turns her gaze to the sky for a few moments.

Kitya glances up at the sky.

You say to Kitya, "I'm sorry if I seem a bit non-talkative. I was a little confused by the invitation to come here. I'm normally not so short."

Kitya gestures.

Kitya glances up at the sky.

Fierolan says, "I am confused as well, to be honest."

Fierolan says, "The thoughts simply came to me. I assume it was a Thoughtcast."

Kitya ponders.

Fierolan says, "In any case, I did not recognize them."

You say, "I recognized his voice, although I am not used to hearing it in common."

You smile.

Kitya gazes intently at a dappled-grey mountain lynx.

You say, "I suppose though that it would be easier to communicate through thought in any language."

Fierolan nods in agreement.

Fierolan says, "He didn't mention your name. He referred to you as the female Elf who hunts trolls."

Fierolan flashes a quick grin at you.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group entered an inn.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went west.
[Milene's Rose, Tavern]
Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican.
Also in the room: Magess Kitya and Knight Magister Fierolan.

You smile pleasantly

Fierolan says, "I thought it was time to be off the street. If he returns, he can find us here."

You say, "I supose that would be how he knows me."

You nod.

Kitya pulls down the hood of her baladrana.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I hope you don't mind if I try some of these."

Fierolan sets about picking the wooden strongbox...

You say in Ilithic, "I don't mind at all."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I learned how to summon Shadowlings today."

You smile at Kitya.

Kitya smiles, pleased with herself.

Kitya gestures.

Bright golden light flares for a moment. When it fades, it leaves behind the diminutive phantasmal form of a shadowling.

The tiny shadowling stretches and glances around, trying to get its bearings.

Kitya ponders.

The shadowling looks very much like a black-furred kitten, except for a pair of batlike wings protruding from its back, and tiny grasping six-fingered paws, complete with opposable thumbs. Its pale eyes dart about furtively, seeking out threats to its wellbeing as well as opportunities for mischief.

You say in Ilithic, "I saw something similar to that while I was hunting the other day..."

Kitya smiles and says to the tiny shadowling, "Welcome, little one."

As Fierolan reaches toward the shadowling, it squeals and runs for cover.

Kitya casually observes the area.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Hmm."

Fierolan frowns slightly.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Shy little thing."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I suppose she had somewhere to be."

Kitya nods.

Fierolan puts his lockpick in his thigh boots.

Fierolan puts his strongbox in his travel pack.

Kitya gestures.

Bright golden light flares for a moment. When it fades, it leaves behind the diminutive phantasmal form of a shadowling.

Kitya peers quizzically at a shadowling.

The shadowling makes a soft mewling noise in its sleep.

Fierolan smiles.

You say in Ilithic, "It's a cute little thing."

You smile.

Kitya smiles at you.

Fierolan asks you in Ilithic, "Have you been doing well?"

You say in Ilithic, "I have been doing all right, I suppose."

Kitya casually observes the area.

You say in Ilithic, "I've been trying to stay out of trouble."

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I was thinking that the two of you may be able to hunt together, if you wished."

Fierolan opens his spidersilk pouch.

You say in Ilithic, "That would be nice. Hunting alone can be terribly boring... and unsafe."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "That could be fun. I rarely see a soul when hunting."

Kitya nods.

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan closes his spidersilk pouch.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "A stalker got me today."

You say in Ilithic, "I'm sorry to hear that. "

You frown.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I was too focused on another opponent and I just missed him sneaking up behind me."

A pained expression crosses Kitya's face.

You say in Ilithic, "I am glad to see that you all doing all right now, then."

You smile at Kitya.

Kitya smiles at you.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Thank you. I am feeling very much better."

Fierolan asks you in Ilithic, "Have you heard anything more from Xelten recently?"

You shake your head.

Kitya blinks.

You say in Ilithic, "I was a little disappointed by the lack of contact I have had with anyone lately, to be perfectly honest."

Kitya asks Fierolan in Ilithic, "Is she acquainted with Xelten?"

Fierolan says to Kitya in Ilithic, "Ayrell met Xelten by chance recently."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Ahh, I see."

Kitya nods.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Shard has been quite vacant lately."

You nod.

The air shimmers for a moment as Smozh's spell ends and he becomes visible once more.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Indeed."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Kitya gazes at Smozh.

Smozh squints at Fierolan.

Smozh glances at Kitya.

The sleepy shadowling twitches slightly.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Fierolan waves to Smozh.

Smozh gestures.

Sorrower Siharhh just arrived.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh hugs Smozh, who wraps his arms around Siharhh with a warm smile.

You say in Ilithic, "Ah... I was wondering how he was expecting to talk with us."

Siharhh smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Perhaps Siharhh will translate, then?"

Fierolan bows to Siharhh.

Fierolan smiles.

Siharhh hugs you, and you give her a smile in return.

You hug Siharhh who gives you a smile in return. A faint scent of dried blood clings to her scales.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Siharhh lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Kitya.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Kitya lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Siharhh.

You nod to Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan says, "Allow me to introduce Kitya Skydancing, my attache. Could you please pronounce your name again? My tongue is not well acquainted with the S'kra Mur language."

Kitya sinks into a deep curtsy.

Siharhh glances at Fierolan.

Siharhh points at herself.

Siharhh ponders.

Fierolan says, "I'm sorry, do you have no recollection of your name? I apologize if that is the case."

Siharhh quietly says, "I... wasn't sure who you were speaking to."

Siharhh smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan says, "Ahh, my apologies."

Siharhh says, "My name is Siharhh Oloh'irhhnth."

Siharhh curtsies.

Siharhh says, "This..."

Fierolan smiles.

Siharhh gestures at Smozh.

Siharhh says, "Is Smozh Zharhhtha."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan bows.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh gestures at Fierolan.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh gestures at Kitya.

Smozh nods.

Kitya nods to Smozh.

Kitya curtsies to Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh nods to Smozh.

(Siharhh stands beside Smozh, preparing to speak as he does.)

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "A vision."

You say to Kitya in Ilithic, "I apologize in advance if he seems a little rude. It is hard to understand what he is thinking sometimes."

Kitya chuckles at you!

Fierolan gazes thoughtfully at Siharhh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Elves, and... a tower."

Fierolan furrows his brow.

Smozh asks Fierolan something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "A tall spire, made all of black marble with but one door. Do you know it?"

Fierolan says, "All of black marble... It is not immediately familiar."

Fierolan frowns.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Then what of three elves, one in robes of crimson, one charcoal, one azure?"

You ponder.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Fierolan says, "Their robes suggest the moons of Elanthia, of course, but as to their identities..."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Siharhh says, "Yes, I thought as much of the colours."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You ask Fierolan in Ilithic, "What are the races of the three up for the position of Ferdahl?"

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Fierolan says to you in Ilithic, "All Elotheans. I believe they must always be."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I suppose I should have figured as much."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan says, "Depending on the vision, they may be Children of Kalestraum."

Siharhh says, "We may have company soon. One of your kind, I believe."

Fierolan says, "The three Elves, I mean. But I am not much of a scholar of Moon Mage splinter groups."

You smile.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "That is a valid suggestion."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "What do you know of Necromancy?"

You shudder.

Fierolan says, "Aside from what little I know of its foul, perverted nature... I know that some practice it openly, and others seek it. In varying degrees of secrecy."

Fierolan says, "Linked strongly with such savory characters as Velmix and Sidhlot, the arch enemy of my people."

You say in Ilithic, "Now that you mention it though, during the war I did have a vision regarding it... and it involved a tower..."

You ponder.

Scryer Utamael just arrived.

Utamael cackles!

You say, "Sorry. I was talking to myself."

Utamael bows.

Fierolan smiles at you.

Utamael says, "Greetings"

You see Scryer Utamael Leafrider, Telepath of Ilithi, an Elf.

Utamael casually observes the area.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Velmix... if you must call him that... yes. What do you know of Velmix?"

Smozh nods to Utamael.

Lashes lowered, Kitya sinks down in a deep curtsy before Utamael.

You smile at Utamael.

Utamael ponders.

Fierolan nods politely to Utamael.

You say, "I know that he has taken my life once or twice...."

You glance at Siharhh, a female S'Kra Mur.

Smozh asks Utamael something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan says, "I have heard little of him since the War. During that time, he used roving poisonous clouds and soul-stealing magics."

Siharhh asks, "Fierolan suggests Kalestraum's children may be who you see?"

Utamael says, "Well, there are two elves in the vision..."

Fierolan says, "Symbolized by the Raven, he has a certain... following."

Utamael says, "One holds the knife..."

Utamael says, "The other looks down in sadness, empty-handed..."

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan asks, "Knife? Some sort of ritual?"

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael says, "Well, it is used to stab me in the back... in the vision"

Utamael shudders.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Siharhh says, "And, did you see anything after you were... pulled into this 'tower?'"

Utamael says, "Not exactly. When I came out of the vision I felt cold, and the sound of some whispered voice echoed constantly in the back of my mind..."

Utamael says, "It was calling out to me but then faded."

Utamael ponders.

Smozh nods to Utamael.

Smozh asks Fierolan something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Does the term 'feeder' seem familiar to you?"

Utamael shakes his head at Siharhh.

Utamael asks, "No, should it?"

Fierolan says, "Feeder? Without a context, it means little to me, I'm afraid."

You say, "I can't say that I know of it either."

Siharhh quietly says to Utamael, "I am translating for Smozh. It was his question, directed to Fierolan."

Smozh says something to Fierolan in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Let me help give you context."

Fierolan nods to Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael dusts himself off.

Utamael closes his nightsilk satchel allowing the complicated fastenings to snap into place, sealing it.

Siharhh says, "There are three 'feeders,' I have been told. One I have met, an Elothean. Another, S'kra Mur, and the last... I do not believe I was given a race."

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

You ponder.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "I believe the term has Necromantic connotations."

Fierolan furrows his brow.

Fierolan asks, "Many Necromantic magics seem to require the souls of others, or even physical pieces of them. Perhaps these 'feeders' collect such atrocities?"

Utamael says, "There was something else... the two elves were nearly identical"

Siharhh says, "I am aware that the Elothean female I met with seems to have sway over some of the undead. 'Mine are garbed in crimson, she tells me.'"

Kitya gazes intently at a dappled-grey mountain lynx.

Utamael says, "It was hard to tell them apart except by subtle differences in the way they held their jaws, and the different patterns of age lines on their faces"

Smozh asks Utamael something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks Utamael, "As in, relatives? Or did they seem to be two halves of the same whole?"

Utamael says, "Aye, two halves of the same whole perhaps, or two identical twins..."

Fierolan asks, "The Elothean female... Was she extremely haughty? Did she ride a flying broom, by chance?"

You chuckle.

Fierolan smiles faintly.

Fierolan says, "Odd questions, but perhaps relevant."

Smozh asks Utamael something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks Utamael, "Or, the same person wading at two different places in the stream of time?"

Smozh says something to Fierolan in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says to Fierolan, "I cannot say that she rode a broom of any sort, no... But she did not move much while we spoke."

Fierolan nods.

Utamael says to Siharhh, "Well, it was strange... they began to swirl around me, floating through the air as by telekinesis..."

Utamael says to Siharhh, "Eventually they were moving so fast I couldn't keep track of which was which. That was when I felt the knife in my back."

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "I admit, I am confused what two identicle mages clad in moonlike robes could mean..."

Fierolan says, "The concept of identical mages is tugging at something in my memory... However, it may be nothing."

You say, "Well, a good while ago when I had a vision it did involve necromancers being in the Moon Mage tower here in Shard...."

You say, "I'm wondering if all of this could be associated with that..."

You say, "That may be what all the moon like robes are referring to."

Siharhh stands near Smozh.

Smozh nods to you.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Though Utamael did tell me that it was not the Great Tower he saw."

You say, "Well..."

Utamael says, "It certainly didn't look like it. It was a spire of solid black marble."

You say, "In my vision from long ago, it showed the tower falling, and another one rising up in its place."

You say, "And when I think back on it... it very well may have been black marble."

Utamael says, "Oh, that is interesting..."

Fierolan says, "I believe that referred to the rise of the Outcasts, though they have since fallen. Just a theory."

You say, "Don't hold me to it. This was a few years ago."

Utamael says, "In my vision, the black marble tower seemed to burst forth from the ground amid thunderous explosions..."

You shake your head.

You say to Fierolan, " I know that my vision wasn't dealing with the Outcasts."

Smozh asks Utamael something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan nods to you.

Siharhh asks Utamael, "Can you recall your vision for us now? In as much detail as you are able?"

Utamael says, "Let me think... as soon as I fell into the vision I could hear the tunderous explosions all around me. A moment later the ground erupted upward..."

Utamael says, "er thunderous"

Utamael coughs.

You say, "I would probably need some time to think back on it... But I remember seeing the Moon Mage Guild Leader from here in Shard doing something in the tower. I can't remember exactly what but it caused some kind of explosion and the tower fell. Another one rose up in its place and he was still standing there amongst it all."

Utamael says, "It left a tall black spire of solid black marble climbing high into the sky. It's sharply pointed pinnacle seemed to block out the mid-day sun."

You say, "There are holes to my memory though. I wish I could recall it with more certainty."

You say, "That just sounds so familiar..."

You shake your head.

Utamael says, "Then a single door appeared before me, opening slowly with a screeching sound that put my nerves on edge."

Utamael says, "I stepped forward, glancing around in the darkness, and then some unseen force reached out and pulled me into the shadows."

Utamael says, "As I mentioned, when I came out of it I felt cold, and the sounds of a whispered voice echoed in the back of my mind, calling to me."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan quietly says, "I'm afraid Kitya and I have to leave for now, but I will think on this and let you know if I have any theories."

Kitya says to Fierolan, "As you wish."

Utamael says, "So perhaps this tower of black marble does not yet stand..."

Siharhh leans on Smozh.

Kitya curtsies to Fierolan.

You nod at Utamael, in complete agreement with his views.

You smile at Fierolan.

You smile at Kitya.

Smozh says something to Fierolan in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan smiles and bows, taking in the entire company with the gesture.

Siharhh says, "I will be awaiting your words."

Utamael bows to Fierolan.

Smozh nods to Fierolan.

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan raises his hand in a quick salute.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just went east.

The mountain lynx pads off.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Utamael says, "If the vision really does mean that the tower has yet to come about, perhaps the same event that brings the tower into existence will reveal the meaning of the identical ancient elves"

You nod.

Smozh says something to Utamael in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says to Utamael, "I prefer not to wait until after the fact to discover the meaning of these portents."

You smile.

Utamael chuckles.

You say, "I'm sure that we all feel the same way."

Utamael says, "Indeed"

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Hmm... The Elothean I spoke with in River's Crossing is now standing with a fellow that I had seen hiding by the ferry..."

(Smozh interrupts Siharhh.)

Smozh exclaims something to Siharhh in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael glances at Smozh.

Smozh glances at Utamael.

Siharhh quietly says, "I am sorry. Apparently he did not wish that translated."

Siharhh bows her head, raising her arms with palms facing entreatingly upward and her tail curling humbly about her left ankle.

Utamael shifts his weight.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

You arch your eyebrow.

Siharhh asks, "I am uncertain if the question was posed after you arrived. What do you know of Necromancy, and the attacks on Crossing?"

Smozh fixes Utamael with a cold, reptilian stare.

Utamael says, "I know nothing of Necromancy save the magics I have seen wielded by Sidhlot long ago."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "And by Velmix, Jomay, Lasarhhtha. You did not know of them?"

Utamael says, "As for the attacks on Crossing, I was present at the observatory when the death spirits attacked. They were everywhere."

Utamael says, "I know of them, but I have never actually seen any of them."

Smozh ponders.

Smozh gazes at a twisted bronze ring etched with images of dancing S'Kra.

Siharhh glances at a black wool tailwarmer patterned with tiny white scorpions.

You say, "I don't believe that they were all using the same magic..."

You say, "Jomay and Velmix I have witnessed with my own eyes... although the last one mentioned I cannot say that I know much of."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "It is close enough. Lasarhhtha's magic perverts moon mana, Jomay's does the same to life mana. Velmix, I am uncertain, though I believe elemental mana is his preference."

You say, "With that in mind, I suppose I do see the connection."

You nod.

Utamael says, "Of course, I can't think of anything in the visions that particulary indicates necromancy at work."

Utamael ponders.

Utamael says, "But I suppose there is usually a necromancer behind these events"

Utamael chuckles.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "No, the visions seem innocent of it. Perhaps I am just preoccupied..."

You smile.

Utamael says, "Perhaps..."

Utamael says, "The black tower made me think of Sidhlot, but now I think perhaps this particular tower does not yet exist. That makes more sense."

You nod.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Was not Sidhlot absorbed by the Zaulfung?"

Utamael shakes his head.

Smozh gets an odd expression on his face.

You say, "Maybe the attacks of undead on Crossing are also signs that something is going to happen soon."

Utamael says, "It seems likely that there is a link between the attacks and the visions."

Utamael says, "But I can not see it... not yet."

You nod.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Perhaps we are thinking too locally. Did anything suggest that this vision was intended for Ilithi?"

Utamael shakes his head at Smozh.

Utamael says, "No, nothing"

You say, "I think that it was just assumed, what with the current... so-called political situation."

You shrug.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Then, would it not be prudent to discuss this with magi of other regions?"

Smozh glances at Utamael.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh holds hands with Siharhh.

Siharhh blinks.

Siharhh says, "Apparently we will be right back."

Utamael says, "Aye, actually I have tried to contact a few. I would especially like to speak with Kelvena."

Doomsayer Smozh's group just went east.

You ponder.

You say, "That was strange..."

Utamael asks in Ilithic, "How can you tell what's strange when dealing with s'kra mur?"

You smile at Utamael.

Utamael cackles!

You say in Ilithic, "You have a valid point."

You chuckle.

Utamael says in Ilithic, "I also tried to contact Collettea; I thought perhaps she may be able to think of some ancient elven moon mages."

Utamael says in Ilithic, "She was preoccupied however."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "It seems everyone is a little preoccupied these days."

Utamael says, "Perhaps Caelumia... she seems to know much of history"

You ask in Ilithic, "Have you been experiencing frequent visions as of late, or is this the first one?"

Utamael says, "This is the first in some time"

You nod.

Utamael gestures.

With a raspy sigh, a shadowy mirror drifts up out of the ground.

Utamael rubs the shadowy mirror, and it clouds over and turns extremely murky.

Utamael gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

Utamael gestures.

Utamael rubs the shadowy mirror, and it clears up, losing its murkiness.

Doomsayer Smozh's group just arrived.

Smozh slowly empties his lungs.

Smozh puts his ring in his long coat.

Smozh gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at Utamael.

You gaze into the shadowy mirror to see...
[Middens, Crossbow Bend]
Before you stands the Observatory of the Southern Crossbow. It is a three-story edifice, its sixteen-sided walls capped with a crystal dome. The top floor is also the nerve center of the Moon Mages' Guild, a most powerful and revered arcane circle throughout Elanthia. All in all a rather quirky structure, it manages to inspire awe and curiosity at the same time. A carved ivory door leads inside. You also see some braided grass, a soft pink muslin shirt, and an ivory urn.
Also here: Fateweaver Caelumia, Nagrop who is sitting, Genune, Tzian, and Darkeno.

Darkeno shrugs.

Caelumia asks, "Have you come up with anything?"

Utamael gestures.

Caelumia says, "A few."

Utamael gestures.

Utamael gestures.

Caelumia frowns.

Utamael gestures.

Caelumia asks, "Did you get a good look at them?"

Utamael says, "I'm speaking with Caelumia to see if two ancient elves jogs anything in her memory..."

Utamael gestures.

Utamael mutters cryptically to himself.

Utamael gestures.

Utamael gestures.

Caelumia furrows her brow.

Caelumia says, "Where are you? Perhaps we can discuss this in person, and save you the trouble of Thoughtcasting."

Utamael chuckles.

Utamael gestures.

Caelumia gives a slight nod.

Caelumia says, "I can meet you halfway at the gondola if you like."

Smozh joins Utamael's group.

Siharhh joins Utamael's group.

You join Utamael's group.

Utamael says, "One moment, I need to contact another friend up north..."

Smozh gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

Utamael gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

You gaze into the shadowy mirror to see...
[The Crossing, Lunat Shade Road]
Majestic lunat trees line this byway, donated by the town's prosperous traders, a reminder of how their Guild delights in improving the quality of life for beings all over Elanthia. One such wealthy merchant, though not as ostentatious as most, is Berolt, the dry goods dealer. His venerable general store here outfits adventurers with all the basic necessities. The row of trees on the north side of the street also serves to shade the south half of Town Green.
Also here: Dolruval.

Utamael gestures.

Dolruval nods.

Dolruval says, "Sure thing"

Dolruval just went south.

Dolruval taps his foot impatiently.

Utamael asks, "Can we move this meeting to the atrium?"

Utamael grins.

Utamael says, "That would be a bit easier"

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Smozh looks at Utamael and shrugs.

Utamael nods.

Scryer Utamael's group just went north.

(travel)

Scryer Utamael's group just went northeast.
[Moon Mage Guild, Atrium]
The skylights curve down like a canopy over this small chamber, enclosing the northeastern hemisphere in a bubble of translucent, glittering crystal. A polished bronze telescope is here for students of the stars, but most visitors come just for the breathtaking view. From here, one can see for miles past the towers and streets of Shard, all the way to the walls of Leth Deriel in the far distance.
Also in the room: Ascendant Smozh, Sorrower Siharhh, and Scryer Utamael.

Utamael nods.

Utamael gestures.

With a raspy sigh, a shadowy mirror drifts up out of the ground.

Utamael gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

Smozh gazes morosely into a shadowy mirror.

In a blazing fountain of red-gold sparks, a red Moongate blazes into life.

Fateweaver Caelumia came through a red Moongate.

A red Moongate collapses in on itself.

Utamael gestures at a shadowy mirror.

A shadowy mirror shudders and splits into a thousand shards that quickly melt away.

Utamael bows to Caelumia.

Caelumia bows to Utamael.

Utamael says, "Thank you for coming"

You smile at Caelumia.

Caelumia says, "Good to be in the company of other Seers."

Utamael says, "I remembered you reciting some historical facts and thought perhaps something in the visions may jog your memory."

Utamael grins at Caelumia.

Caelumia says, "Well, I can think of several ancient Elves that use Lunar mana and that would be inclined to stab someone in the back...But no twins."

Utamael says, "Oh, where are my manners. Caelumia, this is Ayrell, Smozh, and Smozh's translator Siharhh."

You smile pleasantly

Caelumia bows to you.

Caelumia bows to Smozh.

Smozh nods.

Caelumia bows to Siharhh.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Siharhh sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Utamael says, "I am thinking perhaps it symbolizes the duality of an individual rather than literal twins... since no one can think of any moon mage twins"

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "And so, then. What new light do you bring?"

Caelumia says, "Nice to meet you, dira'ela. And you as well, poho."

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh raises an eyebrow in Caelumia's direction.

Smozh glares defiantly at Caelumia, setting his tail firmly behind him.

Smozh smiles at Caelumia.

You say, "Can you recall much about the elven Moon Mages that you referred to? Perhaps that might give us some kind of a start to think on."

You ponder.

Caelumia says, "I know that Sidhlot is a proficient Lunar mana user, and that he seems to have an inclination toward those of the guild from my observations."

You nod.

Utamael says, "Interesting, he was the first that came to mind for me as well."

Utamael says, "But he has been in hiding since just after the Sorrow War."

Caelumia says, "He has kept himself busy in one way or another, that much I am sure of."

Utamael ponders.

Caelumia says, "Do you have any idea how old Karosti may be? We know precious little about the Kalestraum line."

Utamael says, "Hmm..."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh nods to Smozh.

Siharhh asks, "Forgive my sudden tangent, but were I to reference 'a pompous fool who wears far too much silk and cologne,' who comes to mind?"

Caelumia laughs!

Caelumia asks, "Taramaine?"

Siharhh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael frowns.

Smozh shakes his head at Siharhh.

Siharhh nods to Smozh.

Siharhh says, "Apparently he does not believe that was the intended reference."

Caelumia says, "I have a healthy dislike for the man, I'm afraid."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Caelumia tugs on her ear.

Siharhh asks, "You mentioned age lines in their descriptions. Did the twin magi seem old?"

Utamael says, "Ancient beyond description"

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Perhaps they were not meant to be literal. They may have been an allusion to the guild, or a certain faction of it."

Utamael says, "Agreed; nothing else seems to fit. It must be symbolic..."

Caelumia says, "The Nomads come to mind. Or perhaps the Pethians."

Caelumia says, "The guild itself isn't very ancient after all."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Tezirites."

You ask, "Was there anything similar to the Moon Mage guild that came before the Moon Mages?"

You shrug.

You say, "Just an idea."

Caelumia asks, "Mostly loosely associated Lunar mages. Even the Saesordian Cabal wasn't that long ago...a thousand years, perhaps?"

You nod.

Utamael says, "Two mages nearly identical... they whirl through the air until you can't tell them apart... then one stabs you in the back, and you can't tell which one did it."

Utamael ponders.

Caelumia says, "That does sound more like it."

Caelumia asks, "Still, how does it relate to now?"

You ask, "Are there any Elven Moon Mages in history that were known for being two-faced?"

You say, "To a great degree, I should add."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "What race was Tezirah?"

Caelumia says, "Human."

You ponder.

Caelumia says, "As is the Crowther line...Nothing else really comes to mind."

Caelumia asks, "Are you certain they are Moon Mages of the guild or merely Lunar mages?"

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael says, "Perhaps some ancient faction which is now a part of the guild is about to betray the rest, and conceal its actions."

Utamael frowns.

Siharhh asks, "What notable difference is there?"

You nod in agreement.

Utamael says, "They are not wearing guild or sect symbols, just robes the colors of the moons."

Caelumia says, "The guild is young. Lunar magic and its users are very old though."

Caelumia says, "And not all Lunar mana users are of the guild. Like Sidhlot and his kin."

Utamael says, "That thought is comforting in a strange way. With the recent conflict between Taramaine's orders and Mortom's actions I'd rather not see things escalate from within the guild."

You ponder.

Utamael asks, "Well, what of the black marble tower then. No towers of solid black marble in the history books?"

Caelumia grins.

Caelumia says, "Ah...perhaps one."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "I recall something about a tower in the mountains..."

Utamael asks, "Eh?"

You ask, "You aren't referring to the Citadel, are you?"

You glance at Siharhh, a female S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh looks thoughtfully at Smozh.

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Caelumia says, "The substance was most definitely black marble, then...Hm."

Utamael says, "Aye, solid black marble with a sharply pointed pinnacle."

Utamael nods to Caelumia.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Caelumia.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "What is your reference to, then?"

Utamael glances up at the sky.

Caelumia says, "I was thinking of Sithsia's tower. But it is made of black neitrice, not black marble."

Utamael nods.

Utamael says, "Then perhaps this tower does have yet to come into existence. In the vision it bursts forth from the ground."

You nod.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "I still sence the lingering touch of Necromancy."

You ask Caelumia, "Do you remember much about some of the visions that were seen around the time of the end of the war in Ilithi?"

Caelumia shakes her head.

Caelumia says to you, "I'm afraid I was out of touch with things for the duration of the war. I ignored the Web. An error on my part."

Smozh slings his staff over his shoulder.

You say, "I ask because I recall a specific vision that I received around that time that has a lot of similarities to the vision received recently. I was hoping someone else might remember it as well."

You say, "I tried to describe it earlier but I fear I am lacking all of the details."

You frown.

Caelumia furrows her brow.

Caelumia asks, "How did things progress in this vision? From the tower bursting forth to the twins?"

Utamael says, "The two were separate visions..."

Utamael says, "In the first, the two elves being to whirl about until I couldn't tell which was which, and then I was stabbed in the back."

Utamael says, "In the second, the tower burst forth amid thunderous explosions. A single door opened slowly with a screeching sound, and as I stepped inside looking around, something pulled me into the darkness."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "Perhaps they are more linked than you think..."

Siharhh says, "In the first, you die."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh says, "In the second, you are consumed by darkness."

Caelumia grins.

Caelumia says, "An interesting way of looking at it. You know, I wonder how these relate to the recent undead attacks."

Smozh nods to Caelumia.

Caelumia says, "An acquaintence of mine mentioned something concerning the wraiths and a great darkness."

Utamael peers quizzically at Caelumia.

Utamael asks, "Oh?"

Smozh glances outside a moment.

Caelumia says, "A prophecy that was supposedly delivered years ago."

You say, "I actually mentioned a connection between the two earlier as well."

Smozh glances up at the sky.

Smozh glances up at the sky.

After a few moments he lowers his gaze.

Smozh glances up at the sky.

After a few moments he lowers his gaze.

Caelumia asks, "You know of who I speak, then?"

Utamael asks, "What do you know of this prophecy?"

You say, "I don't know much about the prophecy, but I do see how the recent undead attacks could be linked to this vision."

Caelumia says, "That the coming of the plague wraiths signified the coming of a great darkness."

Caelumia says, "I also recall the wraiths being Maelshyvian in origin, so perhaps this isn't far off."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Utamael asks, "Maelshyvian?"

Smozh taps his albredine ring with an old katar.

The albredine ring resonates with a clear bell-like tone as its color fades away completely.

Smozh puts his katar in his thigh quiver.

Caelumia says, "The demon that has set up her fortress in the wicked swamp near Riverhaven."

Utamael ponders.

Caelumia says, "She creates many such things. I recall hearing that the wraiths were also her creations."

Utamael says, "Interesting. I rarely venture out of Ilithi... I knew nothing of the demon in Riverhaven."

Caelumia says, "She rose here in Ilithi."

Caelumia shudders.

Caelumia says, "I was there. It was a nightmare."

Utamael asks, "Really? When was this?"

Caelumia says, "Years ago. She rose from the Abyss under the church past the Darkmist Moor."

You ask, "Here's kind of a strange question... Do any of you know much about the one known as Medmaev?"

Caelumia says, "Archrost walked that same night, likely as a result of the ritual."

You say, "I was there that night... I do remember that."

You nod.

Caelumia shakes her head at you.

Caelumia says, "I've never even heard that name."

You ponder.

You say, "He was known for having a twin..."

Caelumia asks, "Who was he?"

You say, "I'm trying to remember some important details, but during the war the name came up quite often in regards to concerns of Necromancy."

Utamael says, "He was a kobold necromancer, aye..."

You say, "If my memory serves me well, they were both Bards.... "

Caelumia asks, "Bardic necromancers?"

You shake your head.

You say, "No, they were originally Bards. If I remember correctly, Medmaev killed his brother..."

You say, "I don't think it was in cold blood, but he never recovered from it..."

You say, "Medmaev and Medmaep, I believe were their names..."

You say, "I don't know, it may have something to do with them, it may not. I'm just rambling due to the similarities I suppose."

Caelumia says, "I suppose I'll have to ask around about them."

Utamael says, "I need to shift a beam through to make sure I can get you home in a bit..."

Utamael gestures.

In a blazing fountain of red-gold sparks, a red Moongate blazes into life.

You notice Navak peering through the other side of the Moongate.

A red Moongate collapses in on itself.

Smozh fixes Utamael with a cold, reptilian stare.

You say, "I'll have to see what all I can remember as well. I haven't thought about them much since the war."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "What was that gate for?"

You say, "The memory of him having a twin though just made me think."

Utamael says, "Shifting my Katmaba beam through since Yavash is about to set."

Caelumia leans back.

Caelumia says, "Well, Elven twins are quite rare...I'm sure if we ask around someone will remember something. Assuming these fellows haven't kept a low profile, that is."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh fixes Utamael with a cold, reptilian stare.

Siharhh looks at Smozh and blanches.

Utamael glances at Smozh.

Siharhh says, "Smozh says that the one who looked through the gate was the same person that he believed to be following him."

Caelumia raises an eyebrow.

Caelumia asks, "Navak?"

Smozh asks Caelumia something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael says, "That means Navak is standing outside the bank in Crossing, since that's where that gate went to."

Siharhh asks Caelumia, "Do you know him?"

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Caelumia wrinkles her nose.

Smozh gestures.

Utamael says, "Hm and he is still there."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Caelumia says, "I wouldn't say know in an endearing fashion. He was involved with a young Elven friend of mine a bit ago. I didn't exactly approve of the relationship."

Utamael says, "Ah, the sun has set"

You sigh.

Smozh glances outside a moment.

You say, "I just realized one flaw in my Medmaev memory... I don't think they were elven twins..."

Utamael says, "It seems the stars will only show me those two visions."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Caelumia frowns.

Smozh casually observes the area.

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Siharhh asks, "Smozh was wondering if anyone knew a 'Meanne,' who lives in Crossing currently?"

Utamael says, "Ah Darkeno on the platform"

Caelumia nods.

A beam of ruby brilliance splits the sky.

Caelumia says, "Yes, I know of Meanne."

Siharhh nods to Smozh.

You say, "I know her, yes."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "Know of her, or know her?"

In a blazing fountain of red-gold sparks, a red Moongate blazes into life.

Darkeno came through a red Moongate.

A red Moongate collapses in on itself.

Utamael nods to Darkeno.

Darkeno says, "Okay, nevermind with the harnessing 50 mana, then."

You say, "Knew her better long ago."

Darkeno offers Caelumia a jagged black shard.

Darkeno says, "Thanks."

You see Darkeno Shadowsomber, Backstabbing Novice of the Gypsies, an Elf.

Caelumia accepts Darkeno's black shard.

Smozh grows still, fixing Caelumia with a cold, calculating look and lowering

You say to Smozh, "She used to have an acquaintance with one known as Gromnir..."

Smozh gazes at you.

Darkeno nods.

Darkeno just went southwest.

Utamael says, "It looks as if I will see nothing more this eve. It is probably time I went home to sleep on this a bit."

Smozh fixes Utamael with a cold, reptilian stare.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh says he heard something..."

Darkeno just arrived.

Utamael appears to be listening intently for something.

Darkeno just went southwest.

Caelumia cocks her head at Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael peers quizzically at Smozh.

Siharhh says, "A male voice, clear and strong."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Caelumia gazes heavenwards expectantly, but lowers her eyes unfulfilled.

Siharhh says, "It says that we are given our names by a power greater than we..."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "...and that name is Defiler."

Utamael frowns.

You ponder.

Smozh's eyes darken with thought, and his tail grows very still.

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a black Moongate, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

Darkeno steps out of the Moongate, which collapses immediately behind him.

Utamael asks, "I don't understand... who is given the name Defiler? All of us?"

Utamael ponders.

Caelumia furrows her brow.

Darkeno gives Utamael some coins.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael blinks at Darkeno.

Siharhh says, "Smozh is going to try to remember it exactly."

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh recites:

"Names are a terrible thing."

Darkeno gazes solemnly at the sky.

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh recites:

"To name something is to impose your vision of meaning upon it."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh recites:

"A thousand names will be given to the whole, each making the world yet more twisted and profane."

Caelumia says, "This sounds familiar.."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Darkeno gazes solemnly at the sky.

Siharhh recites:

"You, imperfect and near-sighted, do not have the right to name even yourself."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Utamael frowns.

Darkeno jots down some notes.

Darkeno gazes solemnly at the sky.

Siharhh recites:

"Greater powers have given you and your kind a name and that name is Defiler."

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Siharhh grows still, fixing Smozh with a cold, calculating look and lowering her tail slightly.

Caelumia says, "This seems to be the same man we heard in a previous vision."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly asks, "And what was the content of that vision?"

Caelumia says, "I wish I could remember how it went exactly. He mentioned the name of the mage seeing the vision in it...Saying perhaps he would take another name and that ours would suit him."

Darkeno asks, "The one where he decides to use the predictee's name, yes?"

Caelumia nods to Darkeno.

Darkeno says, "Or the predictor's, I forget how that went."

Caelumia says, "The one doing the prediction."

Darkeno says, "Something about a chamber, and a man saying the name of the person who the predicter, and saying that name would suiit him."

Caelumia says, "He also mentioned a thousand names for a thousand pieces of the whole, or something to that effect."

Smozh taps his albredine rings together.

Utamael asks, "I'm afraid I really must get some rest. I still have a beam in Crossing if you wish to return before I go?"

Utamael glances at Caelumia.

Caelumia furrows her brow.

Caelumia says, "Darkeno's choice."

Smozh ponders.

Utamael peers quizzically at Darkeno.

Darkeno says, "Whatever you'd prefer."

Utamael laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement.

Darkeno says, "Well, you came here to discuss."

Darkeno asks, "I can just gesture at the moongate to send a beam through, yes?"

Utamael nods to Darkeno.

Utamael says, "I'll open it"

Darkeno gestures.

Utamael gestures.

A swirling vortex of shadows draws itself from the ground and coalesces into a black Moongate, which yawns open like a hungry maw.

Darkeno nods.

A black Moongate collapses in on itself.

Darkeno says, "That'll work."

Caelumia bows to Utamael.

Smozh nods to Utamael.

Caelumia says, "Thank you. Have a nice evening."

You smile at Utamael.

Darkeno says, "Thanks again."

Utamael says, "Caelumia, thank you for making the long, hard journey down here to join us"

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

You say to Caelumia, "It was a pleasure meeting you."

Caelumia smiles at you.

Utamael says, "Darkeno, always a pleasure. Smozh, I'm sure we'll be discussing this further when I see around in the days to come"

Darkeno nods.

Utamael waves to you.

Utamael says, "Ayrell good to see you again"

Caelumia says to you, "Always good to meet new people...New threads."

Caelumia stretches her arms.

Scryer Utamael's group just went southwest.

Scryer Utamael's group just went northwest.

Utamael says, "Er"

Scryer Utamael's group just went southeast.

Smozh chuckles.

Utamael laughs!

You grin.

Utamael stops you from following him.

Utamael cackles!

Utamael waves.

Scryer Utamael just went southwest.

Darkeno gazes solemnly at the sky.

Darkeno blinks.

Caelumia lets out a long, contemplative breath.

Smozh asks Caelumia something in S'Kra Mur.

Darkeno gazes solemnly at the sky.

Siharhh asks Caelumia, "As I asked prior, how do you know the Elotean Meanne? Ayrell has answered, but you?"

Darkeno offers Caelumia a jagged red shard.

Caelumia says, "I know her and of her mainly through her connection to the one that calls himself the Viper."

Darkeno shrugs.

Caelumia accepts Darkeno's red shard.

Caelumia puts her shard in her velvet bag.

Darkeno says, "I do not know why the cat will not stick to it."

You ask, "The Viper?"

Caelumia says, "She recently stirred up some trouble here in Ilithi as well."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh asks, "The Viper? Does this one have another name?"

Caelumia says, "Well, not trouble, persay...Though quite a bit did follow her actions."

Caelumia says, "Yes."

Caelumia says, "Magmus Bloodston."

You ask, "Are you referring to her inquiry into becoming Ferdahl?"

Caelumia nods.

You ask Caelumia, "May I be so bold as to ask your opinion of that possibility?"

You smile at Caelumia.

Caelumia says, "I believe she was within her right to do so."

Caelumia says, "However, I am also convinced that such a thing would never happen."

You nod.

You say, "I feel the same way."

Caelumia nods.

Caelumia says, "So it is not worth getting worked up over in my opinion."

Caelumia says, "Many disagree."

Caelumia says, "It is interesting to watch in any case."

You say, "I have found many who do, that is why I choose now to ask one's opinion before voicing my own."

Caelumia says, "Wise."

Caelumia grins wryly at you.

You see Fateweaver Caelumia Y'laeth, Pickpocket of the Gypsies, an Elf.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "We need to speak about the Elothean in Crossing."

You nod to Smozh.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "Would you like to remain in Ilithi, or would you prefer to see Meanne face to face?"

You cough.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

The tiny shadowling makes a show of ignoring Siharhh.

You ponder.

Siharhh smiles at a shadowling.

>whisper Smo Perhaps we can discuss her and then possible see her face to face?

You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh shakes his head.

Caelumia gazes heavenwards expectantly, but lowers her eyes unfulfilled.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to you.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh says that he heard the voice again, and the message has not changed."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You nod.

Caelumia frowns.

Caelumia furrows her brow.

Siharhh quietly says, "... And that it is time for us to leave."

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "The rose. Three roisaen."

Caelumia says, "Ah...May I ask why you were inquiring about Meanne? If it will not take more than a moment of your time."

Siharhh joins Smozh's group.

A beam of clear silvery-blue light descends from the heavens.

Smozh grows still, fixing Caelumia with a cold, calculating look and lowering

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "She and Smozh have had some sort of agreement. He says that you do not need to know more than that, and that you should not be concerned."

Caelumia nods.

Caelumia says, "Of course. I was merely curious."

Smozh slings a gnarled ironwood staff off from over his shoulder.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh pushes his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.

Smozh bows.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Siharhh sinks down in a formal curtsy.

You ponder.

Caelumia bows to Smozh.

Caelumia bows to Siharhh.

You say, "I suppose I should be on my way as well."

You smile at Caelumia.

Caelumia nods.

You say, "I'm sure I will be seeing you again at some point."

Caelumia says, "We should probably head back north...I have a few people to speak to about this."

Caelumia nods to you.

You ask, "If you hear anything, will you let us know?"

Caelumia says, "I look forward to it."

Caelumia says, "Of course."

You smile pleasantly

You say, "I appreciate it."

You say, "I will do the same with any news I may hear."

Darkeno says, "I can just shift us back South, if necessary."

Caelumia says, "Thank you."

Darkeno nods to Caelumia.

Caelumia clasps Darkeno's hand tenderly and draws him into her arms.

Darkeno says, "Uh."

Darkeno says, "If we're heading north, I can just open a gate from here."

Darkeno asks, "Ready?"

Caelumia says, "Yes."

[Milene's Rose, Tavern]
Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican.

[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop.

Siharhh's tail cautiously lifts into a kind of "U" shape.

You smile at Siharhh.

Siharhh smiles at you.

Siharhh whispers, "Smozh is waiting for us."

You nod.

>whisper Sih Here, or are we meeting him elsewhere?

You whisper to Siharhh.

Siharhh casually observes the area.

Siharhh whispers, "Follow me."

You join Siharhh's group.

Sorrower Siharhh's group just went east.

(travel)

[Hangman's Noose, Private Table]
Big enough to seat ten or more, this wide round table offers a view of the tavern and its rowdy patrons. Antique instruments of torture have been mounted on the walls in this corner, part of the owner's grisly collection. You also see a menu.
Also in the room: Sorrower Siharhh.

Siharhh searches around for a moment.

Sorrower Siharhh's group just went out.
[Hangman's Noose, Common Room]
Crackling torches light this musty room, the air filled with the smells of smoke, roasted meat and strong ale. Tables have been pushed away from the center of the floor to form a makeshift stage for a small band, playing raucous and bawdy shanties on battered instruments. A long bar lines one wall to the west, and a broad table is pushed against the opposite corner. You also see a dim doorway leading into a back room.

[Hangman's Noose, Private Table]
Big enough to seat ten or more, this wide round table offers a view of the tavern and its rowdy patrons. Antique instruments of torture have been mounted on the walls in this corner, part of the owner's grisly collection. You also see a menu.

The air shimmers for a moment as Smozh's spell ends and he becomes visible once more.

Smozh takes a seat near a wide round table.

Siharhh takes a seat near a wide round table.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "What do you know of Meanne. Fierolan and yourself seemed... interested."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures at you.

You feel oddly in sync with Smozh for a moment.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

You sit down near a wide round table.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Speak directly to me. My link with you will translate the context. And... speak quietly."

You quietly say to Smozh, "Before I speak, I need to make sure that there are no prying eyes or ears around."

Smozh searches around for a moment.

You quietly say, "I want as few people to know as possible."

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "How do you propose to be sure we are alone?"

You glance at Siharhh, a female S'Kra Mur.

Brother Blashyrkh just arrived.

Blashyrkh appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures at Blashyrkh.

He suddenly looks rather passive.

Smozh commands to Blashyrkh, "Sit!"

Brother Blashyrkh just went out.

You quietly say, "I have a feeling that this is not the best place to be for privacy."

Siharhh stands up.

Siharhh closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Siharhh says, "You are alone."

Sorrower Siharhh just went out.

You quietly say, "Hopefully that wandering gentleman will not keep coming through here."

Smozh nods to you.

You quietly ask, "What exactly would you like to know?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "This Elothean is up to something, and based on your reaction to the name, you know what she's up to."

You quietly say, "I know some, although I wish that I could say I knew more."

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "She now has an alliance with the Dragon Priests, and seeks one with the Progeny of Tezirah."

You ponder.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "Why does she want such powerful, and outcasted, allies?"

You quietly say, "I assume that it is because she wishes to become powerful herself. One does not attempt to gain the position of Ferdahl without some kind of hope for power in mind."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "So, she wishes to be Ferdahl, does she?"

You nod.

You quietly say, "She was vying for the position at one point."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You suddenly hear a brief babble of nonsense inside your head.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Her attention seems now focused on Zoluren. She commands several undead, crimson clad legions."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "That was my taking on it, that is."

You quietly ask, "That is very interesting... How is it that you came to know of this?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I am the Dragon Priest that made the pact with her and her order. Though I believe she thinks..."

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "... that I am a follower of the wretched Dzree. Though she is gravely mistaken."

You quietly ask, "What would have given her such an idea?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Necessary evil is a reduncancy to that woman."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "She does not see two sides to the coin. She sees her side, and is content not to look further."

You nod.

Smozh opens his tail pouch.

You quietly say, "I would not assume her to be intelligent enough to see both sides, although she seems to have found a lot of details on her own side, if you know what I mean."

Smozh closes his tail pouch.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "What is your intention toward Meanne?"

You quietly say, "I don't believe that I really have an intention. More of a curiosity."

You quietly say, "Although there is importance I suppose to my curiosity."

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Perhaps I can use that curiosity..."

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I suffer from this... language barrier."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "It is a drain in my mana and makes social interaction diffifuclt."

You ponder.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I may be able to solve that, however..."

Smozh gets a clouded blue albredine ring from inside his long coat.

Smozh slings his staff over his shoulder.

Smozh holds a clouded blue albredine ring in both hands and closes his eyes in concentration.

Smozh ponders.

Smozh taps his albredine ring.

Smozh holds a clouded blue albredine ring in both hands and closes his eyes in concentration.

Smozh offers you a clouded blue albredine ring. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.
You accept Smozh's offer and are now holding a clouded blue albredine ring.

Smozh gets a clouded blue albredine ring from inside his long coat.

Smozh slides a clouded blue albredine ring onto his finger.

You ponder.

You slide a clouded blue albredine ring onto your finger.

You will now hear the thoughts of those who wear albredine rings attuned to yours.

Smozh taps his albredine ring.

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "{group}" "Hear me?"

You tap your albredine ring, preparing it to send your thoughts out only to those wearing a ring attuned to yours.

Your mind hears Ayrell thinking, "{group}" "Can you hear me now?"

Smozh nods to you.

You quietly ask, "So what do you propose?"

Smozh slides a clouded blue albredine ring off his finger.

Smozh puts his ring in his long coat.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Do not be seen with the ring on. If I need you to hear me, I will send you a message first."

You slide a clouded blue albredine ring off your finger.

You open your purple backpack.

You put your ring in your purple backpack.

You close your purple backpack.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "To more pertinent business... I will connect you to Meanne."

You quietly say, "How do you intend to do that"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "You can understand her. I cannot. You will learn her motivations. I will learn them from you."

Smozh taps something inside his long coat.

You quietly ask, "I assume that you will be present with me when I am with her?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "At first, yes. After that, things may progess more naturally."

You quietly ask, "How do you propse getting her to trust me?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I will present you as my protector. Meanne will understand. She has an elven protector as well."

You nod.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures at you.

You feel oddly in sync with Smozh for a moment.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Show loyalty and you will be trusted."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Display a love of evil and she will never question you."

You quietly say, "Should I act as though I am something I am not? I find it hard to believe that she will trust me if she knew I were of the Mountain."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Act as you see fit. If you are discovered, I will claim no knowledge of it."

You nod.

You quietly say, "It is risky buisness what we are about to do..."

Smozh nods to you.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "It is not the first time I have done such. And it will not be the last... I hope."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "In return for this, however, I ask something."

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

You quietly ask, "And that would be?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Have your captain arrange a meeting for me. With his Queen."

You ponder.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "These 'three' are clearly not going to seize control of Ilithi."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I wish to speak with that which has true sway."

You quietly ask, "I hope you do not take offense by me asking this, but if you are so willing to help share information on the one you supposedly have an alliance with, how can I be sure that you will not pass along any information that you gain from us, or the Queen?"

You quietly say, "My Captain, as you call him, will not be so easy to trust one who is not an elf to be in the presence of our Queen."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "You cannot. And you must deal with that, if you wish to get any closer to the Elothean."

You quietly say, "Though I believe I could convince him."

You sigh.

You quietly say, "It is frustrating."

You quietly ask, "I know that I cannot make you, but may I at least request that you keep our secrets as our secrets... for my safety?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I may be subversive and underhanded, but I am not a fool. Your safety is my longevity."

You quietly say, "And keep in mind that if anything happens to the Queen and I discover that it is in any way your doing, I will no longer be inclined to assist you any further. "

Smozh nods.

You arch your eyebrow.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Understood, without a doubt."

You quietly say, "In that case... I make no promises, but I will speak with my "Captain" about your meeting."

Smozh nods to you.

You quietly say, "I will do my best to convince him that it is safe. He trusts me so therefore I hope he will take my word for it."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I am but one, near-sighted S'kra Mur, old and lame. He has nothing to fear of me."

You quietly say, "I do not know much of your species, but you do not look old to me. I have learned from past experiences to never judge a book by its cover. Everyone can be full of surprises."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

You quietly say, "But I will take your word on it."

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I earned the trust of the late Ferdahl, and the Prince of Zoluren. The Queen will trust me."

You smile with amusement.

You quietly say, "If what we are attempting is successful, I can guarantee you of her trust."

Smozh nods to you.

You quietly ask, "I will have to speak with Fierolan alone first, in order to convince him to set up the meeting. After getting an answer, I will let you speak with him. May I ask one question of you though?"

Smozh raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You quietly ask, "If the meeting is arranged, would I be allowed to accompany you?"

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "If you wish, I see no reason why you should not."

You nod.

You quietly say, "Perhaps I could act in a manner to make the meeting easier for you... save your mana."

Smozh nods to you.

Smozh glances at something inside a long leather coat marred by burns and badly patched holes.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh stands up.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I will alert you when we are to return to Zoluren to meet Meanne."

You nod to Smozh.

You quietly say, "I'm sure you will be able to find me..."

You smile.

Smozh nods to you.

Smozh gestures.

The air around Smozh begins to shimmer.

You search around for a moment.

You stand back up.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

You sigh.

Journal Entry Two

And just like that, he was gone. As always. Goodness, though, it is strange to remember how different I was back then. Naïve, to many things, despite my... worldly experience... acquired through all that I witnessed, suffered, and learned while fighting to survive and protect the people of Ilithi during the war. Even my speech patterns were so changed, though I suppose I can explain that easier than I can most other differences about myself from the past. During my time in Zoluren, when I first approached Gauthus to join the Warrior Mage guild, I was... in hiding, so to say. In order to avoid making my identity, and therefore my link to my family in Elamiri known, I made myself set aside my mother's teachings about formal language and immersed myself in the speech patterns of those around me. Part of me cringes now to think what my mother would have said if she had seen me then... but that is neither here, nor there. How easy it is to digress when writing to oneself.

Smozh. Ah, yes. Back to the topic at hand. I left that meeting feeling somewhat uncertain. Excited, in many ways. Smozh's offer was exactly what I needed if I was going to be of any use or assistance to Fierolan in his mission. Serving as Smozh's bodyguard provided an opening to renew my acquaintance with the Elothean woman in whom I was aware Fierolan held an interest. There was just that nagging little detail of his request for Fierolan to arrange a meeting for him with our Queen. I knew Smozh. To most extents, I trusted him. His reputation was well-known for his friendly acquaintance with the late Ferdahl Kukalakai. She trusted him, which made me more inclined to trust him, but in matters involving my Queen, trust is not something I give lightly. I held my doubts about whether it was a good idea to arrange the meeting, though I had promised I would bring the matter to Fierolan because I knew it was what Smozh required me to say in order to move forward with our arrangement. So I feigned confidence in my ability to persuade Fierolan, knowing well enough that I would not push him if he disagreed with the request. The same as I knew I would respect his wishes if he asked me to extricate myself from the arrangement with Smozh. My loyalty was, is, and always has been to my queen, and as her Consul, Fierolan's wishes were the next thing to her wishes, therefore I found myself in a position of wanting to help, but knowing that I could only move forward if I could acquire Fierolan's blessing. So that was exactly what I set out to do a few days later.

To Obtain the Consul's Blessing (log)

You tap an albredine crystal ring that you are wearing.

[Shard, Ruby Street]
Ruby Street cuts through the heart of the only section of Shard that survived the wars with the Dragon Priests, a fact that is readily apparent in the antique appearance of most of the shops here. One inn built of seasoned wood seems to be the main attraction of this section of the lane, a cherrywood sign painted with a black rose hanging over the door. Young children of the streetrat persuasion scamper past as they run out of or into a side street that leads to the inn's stableyard.

You hold your talisman tightly and concentrate on summoning your goose.

With a loud honk, a russet goose flies in and lands ungracefully near you.

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .

With a great leap, a russet goose launches into the air.

The russet goose flaps loudly off.

You sense that your familiar has caught up with Fierolan and you concentrate on its vision...
[Shard, Lapis Lazuli Road]
A tub filled with willow withies soaking in water sits beside a bench near the door of one home. Atop the bench, a half-finished basket displays a two-tone interlocking diamond pattern typical of the area. Linden trees shade the bench, making it a comfortable place to work even during the heat of the day. You also see a dappled-grey mountain lynx who is sitting, a silver grey horse, and an unremarkable cottage.
Also here: Knight Magister Fierolan.

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
The russet goose lands and squawks, "My mistress was wondering if you may be available to meet her at the Rose?"

Fierolan smiles.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Certainly. I shall be there directly."

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
The russet goose squawks, "She will be seated inside the booth."

Fierolan nods to a russet goose.

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
You feel a sensation of loss and realize your familiar has wandered off.

[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop.

You settle yourself on the comfortable seats.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group just arrived.

Fierolan sits down on the comfortable seats.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx pads into the room.

You smile at Kitya.

Kitya sinks down in a deep curtsy to you, her lashes lowered.

You smile at Fierolan.

You say in Ilithic, "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

Kitya says, "Good afternoon, Lady Ayrell."

The mountain lynx sits down.

Kitya sits down on the comfortable seats.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You're quite welcome."

Kitya searches around for a moment.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop. You also see a dappled-grey mountain lynx who is sitting.

You say in Ilithic, "I have some... strange news for you."

Fierolan gestures.
A glistening green light rises around his shoulders in a shimmering cascade, tumbling down his body towards the floor like a collapsing rockslide.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Oh?"

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

You ask in Ilithic, "Do you remember much about the meeting we had with my... acquaintance by the name of Smozh?"

(Kitya sits attentively.)

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The translated meeting."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "It went on for quite a long time. We ended up having a nice get together of Moon Mages inside the Atrium of their Guild... I was a little amused, though. I believe they may have mistaken me to be a Moon Mage myself."

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The Atrium is rather nice. Not quite as impressive as our Cloud Walk, but nice nonetheless."

You say in Ilithic, "I mention this simply because I had another meeting after leaving the Guild tower. I gathered some information that might be of interest to you. I hope, anyway."

You smile.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Excellent."

You say in Ilithic, "It would seem that Smozh has been brought into a very interesting situation."

You say in Ilithic, "The, Elothean, as I'll call her, apparently has sought him out."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Were they acquainted before?"

You say in Ilithic, "I believe they knew each other only by reputation."

You say in Ilithic, "He has a very interesting history with the Ferdahl... and Jomay."

You cough.

Kitya ponders for a moment.

Fierolan frowns slightly.

You say in Ilithic, "Had, I should say."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Where did his sympathies lie?"

You say in Ilithic, "With the Ferdahl. He was working with her to... uncover certain information."

Fierolan gives a slight nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I don't believe that the "Elothean" was aware of that part, however."

Fierolan nods.

You say in Ilithic, "Either way, he has been welcomed into her little group of followers."

You ponder.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Very interesting indeed. What are his intentions?"

You say in Ilithic, "That is where it gets even more interesting..."

Fierolan gazes thoughtfully at you.

You say in Ilithic, "He has requested that I accompany him to the meetings to act as his "Bodyguard" as he put it. He explained a way that the two of us will be able to communicate with each other, despite the language barrior. He requested that I be his, translator."

You say in Ilithic, "And in so doing, allow us both to gather information as needed."

Fierolan leans back.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

(Fierolan gazes at his steepled fingers, brow furrowed slightly.)

You say in Ilithic, "I asked him how he believed it would work and he simply responded that she herself has an elven bodyguard..."

You chuckle.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "She does? That is news to me. I knew of a Human."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "How will you be his translator, out of curiosity?"

You say in Ilithic, "He claimed that this particular Elf appeared a little annoyed that he was not allowed into the meeting with them."

You smile with amusement

Fierolan chuckles.

You say in Ilithic, "Well, it worked for the meeting between the two of us, so I believe that it will work. He will communicate with me via his thoughts. He was able to link us, somehow, and therefore allowing him to at least somewhat understand what I was saying to him. He also gave me something that would allow me to communicate back to him with thoughts as well."

You ask in Ilithic, "I am sure that you are aware of the colored albredine rings?"

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Yes, some militaries used them extensively during the War, though we favored the crystal ones."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "There is only one thing that he requested of me that I am not sure if I can grant him."

You frown.

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

You say in Ilithic, "He requested a possible audience with the Queen... And for our comfort, he said that we could be present if we so distrusted him."

You say in Ilithic, "I explained to him the difficulty of arranging such a thing."

You shake your head.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Perhaps the most difficult thing in the world to arrange, truth be told."

You nod in agreement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Many have asked me for it, and none have been accommodated."

You say in Ilithic, "Which is why I was a bit bothered by the request."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The best I can guarantee is to pass along messages. I make regular reports to Her Majesty."

You say in Ilithic, "Do you think it would be at all possible to let her know that he wishes to speak with her. If I can at least tell him that she is aware of his desire to speak with her, he should be content."

You say in Ilithic, "Whether it actually happens or not.."

You shrug.

You say in Ilithic, "I told him that it could be a lengthy wait."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I can guarantee that. However, I must insist that I be told his purpose. I do not blindly make such requests."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "If a would-be assassin or spy passed through my hands, the blame would fall on me."

You say in Ilithic, "I told him you would say exactly that. He said that if that were the case, he would arrange to speak with you on it."

Fierolan nods to you.

You say in Ilithic, "He seemed quite understanding... and I do unfortunately admit to having threatened him myself on a few occasions over the possibility of anything bad befalling the Queen."

You say in Ilithic, "He understands that it would mean his life as well."

Fierolan smiles slightly.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Of course."

You say in Ilithic, "And he is full aware that I could take his easily. Though I don't usually like to speak in that fashion."

You frown.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I rarely make the threat, as it's usually understood among our people."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I felt the need to inform him... just in case he wasn't aware."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "If he does not have something substantial to offer the Queen, I will not even pass the request along."

You nod.

You ask in Ilithic, "Would you like me to see if I can contact him?"

You say in Ilithic, "I don't imagine he is too far away."

Fierolan ponders a moment before finally nodding.

You say in Ilithic, "Judging by some thoughts that I heard a short while ago, I know that he can't be too far off."

You ask in Ilithic, "I should ask though... Would you be opposed to the idea of me getting involved in all of this?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It seems to pose an interesting opportunity. However, it adds certain wrinkles. Specifically, in the form of your friend."

You nod.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Your trust in him seems less than certain."

You say in Ilithic, "I do trust him... very much in fact. I have known him for a long time and I am aware of where his loyalties have always been. I just know that I have no control of anyone's actions and in the case of the Queen's safety, I don't really trust anyone."

Fierolan nods to you.

You say in Ilithic, "Outside of a very select few, that is."

You smile.

(Fierolan takes a moment to adjust the clasp on his velvet riding cloak.)

You ask in Ilithic, "Would you like me to try and contact him, or should we wait for another time?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You may contact him now."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "One moment."

You stand back up.

You bow.

[Milene's Rose, Front Desk]
Gleaming dark wood compose the floor and walls here, and tiny roses have been carved into the satiny, varnished planks. Warm sunlight streams through the open doorway, alive with the dance of motes of dust. A black desk serviced by a young woman curves out of the east wall. Stairs lead up, a pattern of black roses woven into the blue carpeting that covers them. You also see a short flight of steps.

[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop. You also see a dappled-grey mountain lynx who is sitting.
Also in the room: Magess Kitya who is sitting and Knight Magister Fierolan who is sitting. Obvious exits: out.

Kitya closes her travel pack.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Meet Meanne and myself at the Atrium, in the Great Tower. Quickly."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Did you succeed in contacting him?"

(Ayrell holds her head for a moment, a pained expression crossing over her face.)

Fierolan frowns.

Kitya gazes at you.

You say in Ilithic, "Oh no..."

You frown.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Is something the matter?"

You say in Ilithic, "I may have to meet up with you in a little while."

You say in Ilithic, "My presence has been... requested..."

You sigh.

Kitya glances at Fierolan.

Fierolan nods to you.

You say in Ilithic, "I will hopefully be in touch with you in a short while. I apologize for the sudden change of plans."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "No worries."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I will speak with you shortly then."

You smile slightly.

Fierolan nods.

You bow.

Fierolan stands up.

Fierolan bows.

[Moon Mage Guild, Atrium]
The skylights curve down like a canopy over this small chamber, enclosing the northeastern hemisphere in a bubble of translucent, glittering crystal. A polished bronze telescope is here for students of the stars, but most visitors come just for the breathtaking view. From here, one can see for miles past the towers and streets of Shard, all the way to the walls of Leth Deriel in the far distance. You also see a scruffy leopard who is sitting.
Also in the room: Tantrum Meanne who is mounted on a polished ash-handled broom that is flying and Ascendant Smozh.

You nod to Smozh.

Meanne gazes thoughtfully at you.

You smile at Meanne.

Meanne nods politely.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures at you.

You feel a calm wash over you, but you think about blood and gore for a moment, and it goes away.

Meanne smiles at you.

Meanne says, "You have lovely taste in guards. There goes my flattery again."

Smozh nods to you.

You sit down.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

You see Tantrum Meanne DeIredescence, Storm Maiden of Elanthia, an Elothean Warrior Mage.
Meanne is mounted on a polished ash-handled broom.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne gives Smozh a slight nod.

Meanne says, "Speak for yourself. I think most of Ilithi would be glad to see me dead"

Meanne laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Smozh slings a gnarled ironwood staff off from over his shoulder.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh gestures at Meanne.

Meanne dusts herself off.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh clasps your hand tenderly.

Meanne's snake charm coils up off her left arm and drapes its body across her back, from shoulder to shoulder.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh sighs.

Meanne raises an eyebrow.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Sorrower Siharhh just arrived.

Meanne's broom floats down to the ground then she dismounts off of it.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Siharhh.

Siharhh smiles.

Meanne pulls out her ash-handled broom's retractable strap then slings it over her shoulder.

Meanne mutters cryptically to herself.

Siharhh quietly says, "I am supposed to serve as Smozh's voice."

Siharhh joins Smozh's group.

Meanne says, "I am glad he has such a one."

Smozh nods to Siharhh.

Smozh nods to you.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Meanne adjusts the folds of her kimono, causing the silk to fall in a rippling waterfall of fabric around her.

Meanne pulls her long bell sleeves up to her elbows with one elegant motion.

Meanne asks, "Now, where were we?"

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly asks, "Smozh wishes to know what the 'Lord General' wants from a gathering of intellectuals, and what threats will come out of it?"

Siharhh whispers, "Smozh has noticed your expression. What is the matter?"

Meanne says, "I imagine the ...Lord's first intention will to be assemble his old armies. So as to be prepared for an offensive strike."

Meanne says, "His second will be to find allies. Master Strawn tried to see to such... thus was an alliance with the Jomay creature forged."

>whisper sih My "Captain" as he calls him, was hoping to meet with us about the meeting that Smozh requested. He is currently waiting for word from us.

You whisper to Siharhh.

Meanne says, "The Goblaic armies and their minions proved to be...well. Those allies exist, but I prefer to grasp more tangible ones as well."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh wishes to know what came of Jomay while we were away at sea."

Meanne says, "Blast if I know. Grommykins was in charge of alliances with her. And he's wyrm-food."

Smozh ponders.

Meanne says, "Likely she perished, or fled with the outcasts. If she still lives, she will serve Master Strawn as she had before."

Meanne shrugs.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh mentions that he will attempt to contact her with the albredine ring she gifted him. He wishes to speak with her for his own reasons anyhow."

Meanne gives Siharhh a slight nod.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

Meanne says, "I do not personally care much for the Jomay lady, other than that she served our purposes. She was also kind to Grommykins, and sheltered him from his enemies."

(Meanne allows her gaze to drift in the direction of the nearby mountains.)

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Siharhh glances at you.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh says that he has some... things to take care of..."

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Siharhh quietly asks, "Smozh would like to hear more about the 'feeders' you mentioned when next you meet. You did say one was S'kra, did you not?"

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Meanne says, "He was...to be. Yes. Save I ..."

Meanne says, "I believe he has gone on to the deserts."

Meanne says, "For his knowledge of the dark fire he was favored by the Outcasts."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "He would be in Muspar'i now, living as a mercenary and a hermit -- if he lives yet still."

Siharhh says, "/quiertly Smozh wonders if you are then the only feeder still active in this region."

Meanne nods to Siharhh.

Meanne says, "No."

Meanne says, "There is one other. A Human."

Meanne says, "And we are not..quite feeders..yet. The ritual was interrupted...."

Meanne mutters into the air something about meddlesome militia...

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "We may.. commune. But not control."

Meanne mumbles something unprintable.

Siharhh quietly says, "Wearing silk and smelling of perfume, Smozh recalls. He also wonders if he may be bold enough to request a name."

Meanne laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Meanne says, "That was a bit of an embellishment on my part. A barb for the ex-husband."

Meanne says, "Though he does try to dress prettier than a lady."

Meanne smirks.

Meanne says, "You will find Bloodston up Zoluren way. He err -- fancies himself the end all. He is arrogant in his advanced age."

Meanne ponders.

Meanne curtly says, "Magmus."

Meanne says, "He the first. Majebrad the second."

Meanne says, "I the third."

Meanne says, "If you seek him out..." She takes a long-suffering breath. "Call him the Viper Prince, and ask to meet someplace discreet."

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "If you call him by his...little nickname...he will entrust you have some sort of knowledge worth speaking to him about."

Meanne says, "Or so I hope."

Siharhh quietly asks, "Smozh asks if you, then, control the undead, or just, as you said, commune?"

Meanne calmly says, "I believe you will find speaking with me much more pleasureable..."

Smozh smiles at Meanne.

Meanne says, "Yes. Precisely. He is correct -- we cannot control them -- err."

Meanne says, "Though that is not entirely true."

Meanne ponders.

Meanne says, "It depends on the nature of the undead."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something to Siharhh in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "The crimson ones are exceedingly rare -- but ours in total. The rest, we may speak to -- and sometimes summon at will.."

Meanne says, "We may ask..but we cannot make them do."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh states that he would wish that control over 'his' Adan'f."

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Meanne says, "He had best figure out his batons, then."

Meanne ponders.

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Meanne says, "If a meeting was arranged, and some affinity placed between Strawn and yourself...."

Smozh slowly opens his sack, as he watches those around him.

Smozh gets a long golden baton inlaid in black opal with the image of a scaled dragon from inside his reaver-hide sack.

Meanne grins wickedly at Smozh.

Smozh grows still, fixing Meanne with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Meanne says, "Perhaps Master Strawn would be able to unlock its secrets."

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh darkly says something to Siharhh in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh looks at Smozh and blanches.

Siharhh says, "Smozh wishes me to recite his words verbatum."

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Siharhh darkly says, "I wish to talk to him."

Meanne says, "As would I. Most dearly so."

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Meanne.

Meanne says, "At present, the Master is off frolicking in the ocean preparing for his transcension."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "We are not to communicate with him. We are to wait. There are...meddlers."

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh says that it is time to part ways."

Smozh says something to you in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne gives a slight nod.

(Siharhh gestures for Ayrell to stand up quickly.)

You stand back up.

Meanne furrows her brow.

Smozh nods to you.

Meanne says, "If I said something incorrect..I appologize. I look forward to our next conversation."

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Meanne sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Smozh bows to Meanne.

Siharhh curtsies.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Siharhh lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Meanne.

Hands moving gracefully, you lower your head and sink into a formal curtsy before Meanne.

Smozh says something to Meanne in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh winks at Meanne.

Meanne gazes thoughtfully at Smozh.

Meanne leans on her staff.

Siharhh says, "/'}meanne Smozh says that have been perfectly polite, as he would expect a future Ferdahl."

Meanne laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment.

Meanne says, "Now he is the flatterer."

Meanne clucks her tongue and shakes her head.

Smozh nods to Meanne.

Smozh kneels down before Meanne.

Smozh bows to Meanne.

Smozh stands up.

Meanne grins wickedly at Smozh.

Smozh nods to Siharhh.

Smozh nods to you.

Ascendant Smozh's group just went northwest.

Ascendant Smozh's group went over to a private booth.
[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop.
Also in the room: Sorrower Siharhh and Ascendant Smozh.

You settle yourself on the comfortable seats.

Siharhh sits down on the comfortable seats.

Smozh sits down on the comfortable seats.

Magess Kitya just arrived.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Kitya.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Kitya smiles and nods to everyone.

Kitya says, "Lord Fierolan will be along direclty, I am sure."

You nod.

Kitya says, "Thank you."

Kitya sits down on the comfortable seats.

Knight Magister Fierolan just arrived.

(Ayrell makes a face like she is about to be sick.)

Fierolan takes a dark mail coif visored with a heavy silver mask off his head.

Fierolan puts his coif in his travel pack.

Fierolan sits down on the comfortable seats.

Fierolan nods politely.

You smile slightly at Fierolan.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Shall we speak in Common or Ilithic?"

Siharhh quietly says, "So then, Smozh says, it seems he is suddenly asking a great deal."

You say in Ilithic, "I'm actually not sure. I'm thinking perhaps common, for her sake."

You point at Siharhh.

Fierolan says, "I am afraid so, it you refer to what Ayrell mentioned before."

Smozh puts his baton in his reaver-hide sack.

Smozh quickly closes his sack.

Fierolan says, "The request must meet a rather high standard before I even agree to pass it on. Even then, I am afraid the odds are extremely low."

You say to Smozh, "Now that we are away from there, I must say I am surprised by the amount of trust she seems to have in you..."

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to you.

You ask Smozh, "Does she speak that openly to everyone?"

Smozh darkly says something to you in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh claims that the Queen would to well to learn what he knows, if she has any interest in Shard and it's government."

You ponder.

Siharhh quietly says to you, "Smozh claims he is persuasive... but I think she's just likes hearing herself speak."

Siharhh smiles at you.

You chuckle.

You say, "I won't argue that."

Fierolan says, "He may very well possess such useful knowledge. However, should I phrase the request vaguely, I can state with a good deal of certainty that his request will be ignored."

Fierolan says, "I can give a humorous exampe."

Fierolan clears his throat.

Fierolan says, "Example, rather."

Smozh grows still, fixing Fierolan with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

You ponder.

Fierolan says, "A certain malcontent promised me fully one third of Zoluren's army," he pauses, poorly attempting to conceal a smirk. "Now, I barely believed this."

Fierolan says, "However, even if a fraction of it were true, it may have been useful. The request was ignored."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan says, "The Queen's judgment was impeccable, though. The malcontent was just that, as well as a self-important braggart."

Smozh fixes Fierolan with a cold, reptilian stare.

Fierolan says, "I felt compelled to convey such a request, though."

Smozh asks Fierolan something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh asks if you fear Velmix."

You cough.

Fierolan says, "Since then, the person in question has been exiled from Zoluren. So, you see."

Fierolan ponders a moment.

Fierolan says, "He is insidious. I fear him as I might fear a poisonous snake hidden beneath a rock."

You say in Ilithic, "I would elaborate on some of what he is asking but I have no way of knowing if you all ready have heard the information from someone else or not."

You glance at Fierolan, a male Elf.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Best to let him voice what he wishes to voice. I must judge from what he wishes to communicate."

You nod to Fierolan.

Fierolan says, "Also, no sane person should be comfortable with Necromancy."

Smozh asks Fierolan something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh asks if your Queen would like to know the necromancers current plans, and how his servant is amassing an army in his name."

Fierolan ponders a moment.

Fierolan says, "That would depend on the intended purpose of the army."

Fierolan says, "As you know, the Queen did not see fit to exercise her full might during the Outcast War, even though it might be said that Shard is her doorstep."

(Fierolan crosses his legs, assuming a casual posture.)

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh says, "If she wants a mad Elothean with vampiric, necromantic powers ruling her doorstep, then I suppose that is her business. Let it not be said that I did not offer counsil, and information from within."

Fierolan chortles softly at some secret joke.

Fierolan says, "What does he wish in return? Certainly he does not do this from the goodness of his heart."

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

Smozh smiles at Fierolan.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh believes that discussion with her will help him solve a problem he has been unable to resolve as of yet."

Fierolan glances at something on top of a sturdy oak table.

On the oak table you see a carefully written menu, a bouquet of silver roses and a crisp midnight blue cloth.

Fierolan signals to a waiter, who nods and takes his order.

The waiter places a flute of silver wine on the table.

Fierolan gets a flute of silver wine from atop a sturdy oak table.

Fierolan says, "A problem, eh? It must be quite a problem."

Fierolan takes a sip of his wine.

You ponder.

Fierolan says, "I have a scenario for you."

Fierolan says, "It is very possible that Her Majesty will content Herself with allowing you to deal with me. You must know how rarely She deals in person."

Fierolan says, "As far as I know, no S'kra Mur have been allowed an audience with the Queen since the War of Tears. I am not even certain they occurred in those times."

You sigh faintly.

Fierolan says, "I simply wish to inform you of the realities of the situation. You may already be aware of them."

Smozh grows still, fixing Fierolan with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Smozh curtly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan takes a sip of his wine.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh has said, "If that is how it must be, very well. I may need to seek my answers elsewhere. Though, should she be interested in what I say, even if I say it through you, I may yet benefeit from my service."

Siharhh closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Fierolan says, "I can tell Smozh is a pragmatic individual. I must pose another question."

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at Siharhh.

Smozh smirks.

Fierolan asks, "What if it comes to pass that I accept whatever information Smozh is willing to give me, and I make his request to Her Majesty, but that request is either ignored or denied. What then?"

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Fierolan says, "It places me in a certain position, you understand."

Siharhh quietly says, "In the event that he is ignored, then your relationship may have to end. He will offer his services as ear and eye, but he cannot do so solely out of generosity."

You frown.

Fierolan says, "And what assurances do I have that the nature of our relationship, even if it ends, will not be revealed? It seems that Smozh stands to lose nothing in that case."

Fierolan says, "Of course, I could always take his word. But that can be so tedious sometimes..."

Fierolan smiles faintly.

Smozh ponders.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh looks at Smozh and sighs.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Siharhh quietly says, "He says, I have been hunted, elf. By my kin, my guildsmen, and by creatures of air and shadow. I know what it is to be betrayed. And I will henceforth see that only those that deserve that fate receive it."

(Fierolan gazes at Smozh in silence for a long moment.)

You take in a great breath of air.

Fierolan calmly says, "So be it."

Fierolan says, "I shall pass along your request in my next report."

Smozh nods to Fierolan.

Smozh says something to Fierolan in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly says, "Smozh hopes that it is heard, for all our sakes. He believes that Shard may not remain as it is now if what he has learned comes to pass."

Siharhh closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Fierolan frowns slightly.

Fierolan takes a sip of his wine.

Smozh slings his staff over his shoulder.

Smozh slowly opens his sack, as he watches those around him.

Smozh gets a long golden baton inlaid in black opal with the image of a scaled dragon from inside his reaver-hide sack.

Smozh holds a long golden baton inlaid in black opal with the image of a scaled dragon in both hands and closes his eyes in concentration.

Smozh taps a long golden baton inlaid in black opal with the image of a scaled dragon that he is holding.

Smozh smiles at Fierolan.

Smozh puts his baton in his reaver-hide sack.

Smozh quickly closes his sack.

Fierolan says, "Necromantic armies aren't to be taken lightly, it is true. Hopefully a new Ferdahl will be chosen soon, to consolidate Shard's power."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Fierolan smiles.

Smozh gestures.

You say in Ilithic, "Hopefully certain people, who will remain nameless, will be no where near that position."

You shake your head.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It would have to be by force of arms and occupation. However, every scenario must be addressed and planned for."

Fierolan nods to Smozh.

Siharhh closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Fierolan takes a sip of his wine.

You say to Fierolan in Ilithic, "I should ask, while I am thinking about it... Have you heard much information from the others involved? I don't ask that you tell me anything, only that I be aware of how much information you have already gathered so I know if anything I hear will be new news or not..."

You say in Ilithic, "I don't want to waste your time with repetition."

Fierolan says to you in Ilithic, "I don't mind repetition, actually. Differing perspectives are welcome."

You nod.

Smozh says something to Siharhh in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh chuckles.

Siharhh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh rests her hand on Smozh's arm with a soft smile.

You say in Ilithic, "It is just that I only know of one of the ones working for you. I know that you hinted that there were more and I can only imagine how time consuming it would be if everyone came to you with the same information."

Fierolan ponders a moment.

You say in Ilithic, "I suppose I will just keep note of anything of importance I may hear."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The less said about any others for now, the better, I think."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I don't ask any information from you. It is probably best that I not know anyway."

You say in Ilithic, "It is easier to play ignorant of something if you truly are."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The risk is that everyone endangers each other."

You nod in agreement.

You say in Ilithic, "That is why I don't wish to know anything more other than what I need to do."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Things may become clear in the fullness of time. I apologize for the present secrecy."

You say in Ilithic, "No need for apologies."

You smile at Fierolan.

You say in Ilithic, "As I said, I understand completely."

You say in Ilithic, "I only wanted you to be aware of my situation currently so that if you heard any news of my being around the Elothean, you would understand why."

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I appreciate that."

Fierolan smiles at you.

You smile pleasantly

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Siharhh quietly asks, "Ah. It seems I am no longer needed. Unless there is more business to discuss?"

Siharhh glances at Fierolan.

Fierolan asks Siharhh, "How does Smozh characterize his relationship with Ayrell?"

Fierolan says, "As he may know, she is a former lieutenant of mine."

Siharhh quietly says to Fierolan, "Or if you needed to be healed, that is."

Siharhh glances at Smozh.

You see Knight Magister Fierolan Vanyahin, Cavalier of Ilithi, an Elf.

Siharhh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

You chuckle.

Smozh matter-of-factly says something in S'Kra Mur.

You say in Ilithic, "Perhaps if the question arises, I can simply inform them that I was angered by Xand getting the title of Commander instead of myself, when you stepped down."

You smile at Fierolan.

You say in Ilithic, "Not true, obviously, but they really can't argue it."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "That may not be the best course. Xand could be contacted by them, and unwittingly give you away."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "That is true."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I believe he remembers that you were my first choice for succession, and he may simply wish to set the record straight."

Siharhh quietly says, "To Meanne, Ayrell is to be presented as Smozh's guardian, and he wishes to preserve the image that she is somehow under his will. To him, he sees her as a partner for hunting and a link to the Elvenkin."

Kitya snaps her silk fan open with a smooth motion.

Kitya waves her silk fan in front of her face with a gentle fluttering motion.

Fierolan nods to Siharhh.

Smozh adjusts his silk gamantang into place.

Fierolan says, "That seems to be a good state of affairs."

Fierolan nods to Smozh.

You say, "That has been working well so far... I just hope that he doesn't get too full of himself. I"

You cough.

Fierolan chortles softly at some secret joke.

You say, "I will only obey his commands when it is necessary."

Fierolan says, "To further the image. Of course."

You nod.

Siharhh quietly asks Fierolan, "Would you like your wounds removed before I retire?"

Fierolan says, "I would appreciate it."

Fierolan smiles at Siharhh.

Siharhh just touched Fierolan.

Siharhh smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan's chest scars look better.

Siharhh trills at Fierolan, her tail undulating up and down.

Fierolan smiles at Siharhh.

Fierolan asks Siharhh, "Many thanks. Would you accept a token of my gratitude?"

Siharhh quietly says, "I never ask, but I rarely refuse."

Siharhh smiles.

Fierolan gets a small yellow sapphire from inside a dark spidersilk gem pouch adorned with forest green Elven ivy knotwork.

Fierolan offers Siharhh a small yellow sapphire.

Siharhh accepts Fierolan's yellow sapphire.

Siharhh beams at Fierolan!

Fierolan smiles at Siharhh.

Siharhh smiles softly at Fierolan, stepping close to give a brief hug.

Smozh stands up.

Fierolan stands up.

Kitya stands up.

Kitya snaps her silk fan shut with a smooth motion.

Smozh nods to Siharhh.

Siharhh stands up.

Kitya puts her fan in her black baladrana.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Siharhh sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Smozh bows.

You stand back up.

Fierolan bows.

You smile at Kitya.

Doomsayer Smozh's group just went out.

You smile at Fierolan.

Kitya curtsies gracefully.

You say, "Sorry we kept you so long."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "That's quite alright. These things can't be done in half measures."

Fierolan smiles.

You nod.

You smile.

You say in Ilithic, "But, either way, I believe I should be headed off as well."

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I wish you a good evening, then."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Good night, Lady Ayrell."

Fierolan smiles at you.

You say in Ilithic, "And a pleasant evening to both of you as well."

Hands moving gracefully, you sink down in a formal curtsy.

Fierolan bows to you.

Journal Entry Three

And so I had my permission. There was something Fierolan said that night, however, that stands out to me now. When discussing the reason why it was important all of his "spies," for lack of a better term, would be better served to not know who the others in Fierolan's employ were. "The risk is that everyone endangers each other." I see the logic in that statement now, just as I saw the logic in it then. That being said, in the case of myself and one other of Fierolan's agents, the reality turned out to be the exact opposite. Because, you see... I knew the identity of one of the other agents. That detail had been revealed to me the night Fierolan introduced me to Xelten at Milene's Rose. At the time, it was never the intent for me to get so thoroughly wrapped up in the undercover business, so Fierolan thought little of divulging the information to me, the way we so openly divulged information to one another during the war. But Fierolan's request that each agent's work remain unknown to the others made things somewhat difficult when I found my path suddenly crossing with Xelten's in the "field."

The Act Begins (log)

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Haven't seen a darvager in quite a while. It's almost... nostalgic."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "shavay come ot teh painted ladies shop .. you will encounter one"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "My ARM! A crossbow bolt! My beautiful ARM!"

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Oh, come now. It wasn't that beautiful."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "Shavay its waitin for you! "

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "how fairs Ilithi?"

Your mind hears Nilerbone thinking, "Anyone gating to triage?"

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Hunting cats roaming the city, apparently."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "But my arm WAS beautiful."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "there hasnt been one set up yet! "

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "any gates across for some homesick hunters?"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Where is that wretched shop you are stuck in Ren, from the great tower?"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "Southridge set up a gate "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "from the north entrance of the tower a few north until the gate go gate then n till you can go nw twice then go shop "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Thanks dearie."

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "we will be moonless shortly"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "Connur you around ? "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "thank you blue ok so triage is in the painted ladies shop for now .. the streets are swarmin so watch out everyone .. "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "i hope there are some more empaths on there way as well "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "CL in front of the painted ladies watch it"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "the chaining is gonna kill more than the invaders"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I will be glad to ES and SD folks up inside the lady. As far as fair warning.. it's as good as we can give. "

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "as soon as i get there i'll lend ya a hand with that Meanne"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "they aint that bad. just use a blade"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "There are no clerics in the Painted Lady that I can see. At least one body is accumulated. As for *you*..at least I am cleaning up the mess. Do not scold."

Your mind hears Siharhh thinking, "Is there somewhere I should go to help wounded? I'm afraid I don't really know what's happening..."

Your mind hears Maliese thinking, "incoming empath... don't kill me by mistake"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "There are two empaths in the lady, more are welcome I imagine. There are warcats, darvagers, and arzumos in the street. As such, I would bid some intelligent party to seek out Horse Clan or the surrounds? Such special migration is usually the herald of unwholesome tidings."

You get a piglet talisman from inside your purple backpack.
You hold your talisman tightly and concentrate on summoning your piglet.
A white piglet trots into the area and looks up at you.

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
You concentrate on commanding your familiar . . .
A white piglet waddles east.

Your mind hears Siharhh thinking, "Where is 'the Lady?' I'll come and help as much as I can."

You sense that the familiar has moved as you directed it.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "North of the tower a few times, then northwest two paces,

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
You concentrate on the vision of your familiar...
[Shard, South Entrance of The Great Tower]
A wall composed of the glittering, extremely hard substance known as diamondique wraps around the gardens that circle the Great Tower of Shard. A granite archway melts out of the otherwise seamless crystalline structure, the slots in its gated front revealing tantalizing slices of what lies beyond the walls. Ruby Street rolls in from the south to fork off east and west into two paths that skirt the wall and one central path of white quartz that leads into the courtyard of the Tower. You also see a clouded arzumos.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I am ESing, SDing, and Swirling Winding/Surefooting anyone who wants it at painted ladies. Im sure Nagel will be glad to help as well."

You sense that the familiar has moved as you directed it.
You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
You concentrate on commanding your familiar . . .

You sense that the familiar has moved as you directed it.

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "someone have Aaiyaah ?"

You hold your talisman tightly as you concentrate . . .
You feel a sensation of loss and realize your familiar has wandered off.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Three bodies at the ladies. Any clerics?"

Your mind hears Caelfind thinking, "I have her bow, Nagel"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "triage in Painted ladies .. "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Or are there paladins who can glyph? none of the present clerics can raise."

Your mind hears Baldric thinking, "Where do you need glyphs?"

Your mind hears Emeralyn thinking, "Are you still in need of Paladins?"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "north entrance to tower go north to the gate go gate then a few north till you find nw go nw twice then go shop .. watch out its swarmed ou there "

Your mind hears Baldric thinking, "On my way"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "thank you "

Your mind hears Zaped thinking, "invasion?"

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Do my eyes deceive me or does the sun send a light without accompaniment?"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "walk the streets an find out Zapped .. "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "CLING outside painted ladies."

Your mind hears Trindin thinking, "Is there any rukus outside of the gates, or just in town?"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "There are a great deal of things outside painted ladies."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "the town is under seize "

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "I see I am missing all the fun from north of the chasm."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "i dont think you will miss any fun . just wait till you get to town "

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "Banner outside ladies.."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Xelten get your rear over here."

Your mind hears Trindin thinking, "I am headed south with my delivery of oak wheel staves. If I happen to fall, I'll be on the trade route headed to town."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "We need more Support there overrunnin our streets!"

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "the gondola is almost at the south platform"

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "I am working on that, but the gondola is on the wrong side and I see no moons."

Your mind hears Matrimcauthon thinking, "help inbound"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Oh just jump over it."

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "You remember what happened last time."

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Okay, a Moon Mage at the temple to give returning corpses Ashtoshe's Eclipses would be REALLY helpful."

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "I am sure all will be said and done before I arrive to aid."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "i dont think so .. we need clerics .. "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Kill DARVS first. LB and Crossbow bolts."

Your mind hears Zaped thinking, "no moons"

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "And no moons for another two anlaen. Unfortunate."

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "Afternoon Shard"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "does there happen to be a cleric who can give life ?"

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "Greetings Renala"

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "arzumos too"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "It goes without saying that Darvagers should be first target. IP and MB when possible. "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "Ithlia greetins hon watch out if your on the streets "

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "I swear the critters time these attacks for when we are moonless"

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "I'm on the north side of the gondola , but thats Hon"

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "thanks rather"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "South side of tower and ruby streets gots some badies"

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "Some rooms have banner.. "

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "Taleek the front of the shop needs to be bannered we got folks comin in please "

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "I thought it was.."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "there attachin out there "

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "got it."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "slowin down out there at all ? or has shard been reduced to rubble by the cats ? hehehe "

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "outer ring of city clear"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Lapis Lazuli Clear."

Your mind hears Matrimcauthon thinking, "goblin assasin diguised as a young alchemist student on Katamba's cresent road!"

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "Make sure you dispatch him fast then Matrim!"

Your mind hears Caelfind thinking, "Where is Aaiyaah, his ward is sitting here"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "That just has a bolt from my chest the third time"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I almost chopped this student's head off. Woops."

Your mind hears Matrimcauthon thinking, "not sure I trust that juggler eitherg"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "That flower peddler does look a mite troublesome."

Your mind hears Caelfind thinking, "Is that your shield there? A kite shield?"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "not my shield dear"

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "seems to be over..."

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "or not"

Your mind hears Caelfind thinking, "Aaiyaah, ask if anyone lost a kite shield"

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "What is the commotion about, I see nothing."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Come to painted ladies Xelten. You can put your skills together with the triagers."

Your mind hears Caelfind thinking, "They heard you coming, Xelten"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "I hope this glyph stays here as a historic reminder"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "Of course, just after i said that, it faded away. That figures"

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "I found a few big cats on Coral Crescent, they are dead now"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "aww the streets were not overran! "

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "arzumos near the tower"

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "south gates"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "Darvengers back too. be careful"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Please keep in mind Darvies Lightning Bolt and shoot crossbows... take them out first, and use MB and IP whenever possible."

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "Where is Mat?"

Your mind hears Jondong thinking, "what is a arzumos? and why is it out the south gate"

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "kill it! do we have any military personal who can close our gates an stop them from comin in ? "

Your mind hears Jondong thinking, "im not touching it"

Your mind hears Jondong thinking, "i think one killed mat"

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Arzumos are large hunting cats."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "And darvengers are the children of the gods."

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "I whish they would send more at a time..."

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "these are the scraps"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "If wishes were fishes...oh my dear boy.. you may have just undone yourself."

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "Careful what yu wish for"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "West gate and road seem clear again"

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "anyone have Matrim yet?"

Your mind hears Shavay thinking, "Yes, he's here at the store."

Your mind hears Ithlia thinking, "I saw him slide by a little bit ago"

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "nag him for me Shavay?"

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "anyone get Matrim?"

Your mind hears Soulsailor thinking, "yeah 'leek he is at the shop"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "Matrim and Zaped are at the painted ladies store"

Your mind hears Aaiyaah thinking, "Saeris, you in ear shot?"

[Moon Mage Guild, Atrium]
The skylights curve down like a canopy over this small chamber, enclosing the northeastern hemisphere in a bubble of translucent, glittering crystal. A polished bronze telescope is here for students of the stars, but most visitors come just for the breathtaking view. From here, one can see for miles past the towers and streets of Shard, all the way to the walls of Leth Deriel in the far distance. You also see a scruffy leopard who is sitting.
Also in the room: Mage Xelten, Tempest Meanne, and Doomsayer Smozh who is sitting.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You nod to Smozh.

Meanne nods politely to you.

Xelten glances at you.

Smozh nods to you.

You smile at Meanne.

You notice as a scruffy leopard sniffs the ground.

Xelten bows to you.

You glance at Xelten, a male Elf.

You bow to Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Hello, Madam Evyntine."

You say in Ilithic, "Hello, Xelten."

Meanne leans on her sword.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh glances at you.

Meanne says, "Hmm.."

Meanne says, "The darvengers are Kertigen's creatures."

Smozh exclaims something to you in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "As such, they dwell...beneath."

Meanne points down.

Smozh nods at Meanne, obviously agreeing with her views.

(Meanne gets a very calm expression as she looks at the floor.)

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne paces back and forth.

The shimmering shield fades from around you.

Meanne says, "No, no. Nothing so common as that."

Your mind hears Taleek thinking, "Well anyone with boxes from that lil barage, I'll be in the Noose holding up the table.."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Meanne says, "I wonder if the shushu have returned."

Xelten clears his throat.

Meanne says, "But they prefer the city..."

Meanne gazes upward.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "There is also the abyss to consider... the workings of Maelshyve are mysterious."

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "seems to be safe "

Meanne says, "I have books you should read, Smozh."

Meanne frowns at Smozh.

You feel the winds surrounding you disperse.

Meanne says, "Now that you are trusted, there is no reason you should not have them at your disposal."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Oh. Yes. Safe as a kitten in a pond."

Xelten paces back and forth.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "for now Meanne....... for now"

(Meanne rifles through her pack, looking for something.)

Smozh gestures.

(Ayrell moves over to stand by Smozh.)

Meanne says, "This is not a very long book... and I believe ..hmm.."

(Meanne finally finds what she is looking for, a narrow red leather bound pamphlet.)

Smozh raises an eyebrow.

Smozh pushes his spectacles up the bridge of his nose.

Meanne says, "This is top secret, of course."

Meanne narrows her eyes.

Meanne says, "A dangerous tool, these. "

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Meanne says, "And a dangerous magic, too."

Your mind hears Bluewither thinking, "ehading underground"

(Xelten leans his head towards Meanne's hands.)

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "might there be a cleric who has the gift of life about please ?"

Meanne scowls at Xelten.

Meanne says, "You can have your own copy, if you ever make your way to the library."

Smozh gestures.

Xelten makes a grunting noise.

Xelten says, "I was merely looking for the title."

(Meanne opens the pamphlet with some care, and slowly turns the first few pages.)

Meanne says, "Origins of the Shushu, my sweet."

Xelten says, "Ah, yes... I have already studied it."

Meanne gives Xelten a slight nod.

Meanne says, "Smozh has not..let me see..."

Your mind hears Renala thinking, "might there be a cleric to come protect Matrimcauthon's memories please ?"

(Meanne turns page after page until she reaches one in the middle. This, a hand-drawn charcoal sketch of some detail, depicting a twisting, impossibly long, wyrmish looking creature.)

Meanne says, "THAT.."

(Meanne taps the page and shows Smozh.)

Meanne says, "Is a shushu."

Smozh ponders.

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "White."

Meanne says, "With red eyes."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Meanne says, "Nocturnal. Highly sensitive to light. Ground-dwelling monstrosities."

Smozh gestures.

Meanne gives Smozh a slight nod.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Meanne asks, "How long ago? Before the war?"

Smozh nods to Meanne.

Meanne sighs sadly.

Meanne says, "I as well -- Gromnir -- he was to investigate them. Unfortunately, so was the Lady Eluresturi."

Meanne narrows her eyes.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Meanne.

Meanne mutters into the air something about wretched harlot.

Xelten clears his throat.

Meanne smiles rather prettily at Xelten, as if remembering something.

Meanne clears her throat.

Meanne says, "At any rate.."

Meanne says, "Eluresturi never was able to get close to the one called Morisidh."

Meanne says, "He did not trust her."

Meanne says, "Gromnir, on the other hand, being a purely likeable sort.."

Meanne smirks.

Meanne says, "Managed to earn his trust. Despite... a nip here and there, and a lost limb or two."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten asks, "Ignore my lack of manners as I interrupt with a question. Do you know Morisidh's blood? His clan?"

Meanne says, "I had suspicions, of coures."

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Course. Pardons."

Xelten says, "As do I, as of now."

Xelten says, "My speculation could perhaps add to the idea within the book itself."

Meanne says, "The creature needs to feed. When he began growing greedy, and picking off too many innocents in Undershard...."

Meanne says, "They rose up, and injurred him. The creature was known to reside beyond the Royal Way. I say creature, singular... there were at least two."

Meanne gazes at Xelten.

Meanne says, "I would of course gladly hear it."

Smozh gets an odd expression on his face.

Smozh glances outside a moment.

Meanne says, "It could be he...or they... fled Undershard, and has decided to return now. "

Meanne searches around for a moment.

Xelten says, "Pale, sensitive to light. Not unlike the more... pure... line of the..."

Meanne searches around for a moment.

Xelten clears his throat.

Smozh glances at Meanne.

Smozh searches around for a moment.

Meanne says, "Just checking."

Meanne grunts at Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten says, "Well, my favorite race."

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Meanne calmly says, "I have his mothers pearls."

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten smiles slightly.

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Meanne says, "An heirloom of some... interest."

Smozh gestures at Meanne.

Meanne says, "I believe Morisidh descended from some form of Elven Royalty."

Meanne says, "I believe also, due to his association with the corrupt Huntress Feolne -- user of expressly FORBIDDEN Wind Elf sorceries..."

Meanne says, "She may have been the cause, or the facilitator, to his form."

Xelten says, "There is a connection between the three clans, each having sprung from the last."

Meanne says, "She was a zookeeper of sorts, a collector of oddities. In her spare time."

Meanne gives Xelten a slight nod.

Meanne says, "I never made the link, I am afraid. I left the investigating on this particular case to Gromnir."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "It does make sense. Though if you would imply he is a descendant of Sidhlot..."

Meanne looks thoughtfully at Xelten.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Sidhlot has two children to my knowledge."

Meanne says, "Xelten at present. HOWEVER."

Meanne gazes at Smozh.

Meanne says, "There is no limit to how many may investigate this matter."

Meanne says, "In fact... I would prefer he had assistance."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne calmly says, "I have reason to believe Gromnir met his final end in the well."

Meanne says, "I found his boots and cloak there..bloodied tatters, the rest."

Xelten says, "The well. I searched it repeatedly, but found nothing of interest."

Meanne gives Xelten a slight nod.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "His sleeping place. During the day. When he....was there. And consequently, a safe place, by night. For non shushu."

Meanne nods to Smozh.

Xelten asks, "Sidhlot's children. Anashia?"

Meanne says, "Follow, not so much..as work together, share observations. Update."

Meanne says, "Anashia. And a boy. Ameggio? Or something to that effect."

Xelten says, "Amaggio is her husband."

Meanne nods to Xelten.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten says, "Allegedly, at any rate."

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Magmus mentioned they were brother and sister in passing.."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "Perhaps both. It is hardly my affair."

Meanne gives Smozh a slight nod.

Meanne says, "In that case, I would be glad to have you on board."

Xelten says, "Keeping in mind the lifespan of my race, and not knowing the age of Morisidh...."

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "You're helping the other elf look for this dead dwarf, or whatever."

Smozh glances at Meanne.

Meanne grins wickedly at Xelten.

Smozh looks at Meanne and blanches.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "I just want him to help us. When it is time. That is all. And to find out how he came to be. "

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne laughs!

Meanne says, "As it were..."

Meanne grins at Smozh.

Meanne says, "The creature is quite terrified of me, and whimpered like a dog as I walked by."

Meanne says, "Quite flattering, to be honest."

Meanne says, "But he has no trouble in picking off those he perceives as weaker than he."

Meanne says, "If Ayrell would like to assist Xelten in his investigations, I can see no harm in coming of it."

Smozh gestures at you.

Meanne says, "That is presuming a great deal. That the shushu have even returned..."

You nod to Meanne.

Smozh points at Xelten.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne calmly says to Smozh, "At next week's end I will be having a meeting in Zoluren. I believe Kystrk will be attending. This...these shushu are only the beginning. You are welcome to attend, and to bring any whom you feel... worthy."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh looks at Meanne and shrugs.

Meanne nods to Smozh.

Meanne says, "Either way works."

Meanne chortles softly at some secret joke.

Meanne says, "Hmm..."

Meanne licks her lips.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Meanne says, "The shushu is only one plausible theory.."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne nods to Smozh.

Meanne says, "We will meet at the docks, or at least, gather there or in the green."

Meanne says, "And then to the boat. For security purposes."

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "I always thought that they were here because of their history -- both heralded from clans in Ilithi."

Meanne says, "And Shard...is on Undershard. Undershard, a dark, labyrinthian place for them to hide, and feed...and."

Meanne darkly says, "There is the matter of The Royal Way."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne chuckles at Smozh.

Meanne says, "At times I regret the same."

Meanne says, "You should know that Shard itself is a magnet for those of.."

Meanne clears her throat.

Smozh glances outside a moment.

Smozh turns his gaze to the sky for a few moments.

Meanne says, "Peculiar talents."

Smozh nods at Meanne, obviously agreeing with her views.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Meanne.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Nor I, dearie."

Meanne says, "Only the High Guard, for that. The High Guard."

Meanne cackles deep in her throat, her voice rising in chilling laughter.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "You have not met any of them yet. I would not waste your time."

Meanne says, "Brutes and plunderers, THAT lot."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne glances at Xelten.

(Meanne gets an almost fond expression on her face, one she quickly shakes off.)

Meanne frowns.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Meanne says, "Well, that is all I shall say about that."

Meanne says, "Just...Shard has properties and locations that make it an ideal target."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Meanne says, "The Ferdahl -- that will be a painful ceremony."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "I wonder which statesperson they will choose. Whomever agrees the loudest."

Xelten glances at Meanne.

Meanne says, "What? It is true."

Meanne frowns at Xelten.

Xelten says, "I think it should be rather obvious who will be chosen."

Smozh gestures.

(Xelten taps his cloak clasp.)

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Meanne looks at Xelten and shrugs.

Meanne says, "My point is that most Ferdahls chosen are pawns."

Xelten says, "Precisely."

Meanne chuckles at Xelten.

Meanne says, "Oh, no Smozh. I do not, not at all. Save... the three make the choice."

Meanne says, "I've the support of very few in Ilithi. Most of its citizens have likened to spitting on me."

Smozh looks at Meanne and shrugs.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Tea. And crumpets."

Meanne gives a slight nod.

Meanne says, "The founding food of Elotheans."

Meanne hums to herself.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

The tip of Smozh's tail makes lazy circles in the air.

Meanne giggles at Smozh.

Meanne laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Meanne says, "Perhaps. Well, maybe she can save you.."

Meanne grins wickedly.

Meanne says, "I am afraid my soonto be husband..."

Meanne gazes upward.

Smozh clucks his tongue and shakes his head.

Meanne says, "Is calling."

Smozh raises an eyebrow in Meanne's direction.

Meanne says, "I have enjoyed our conversation immensely, as always."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Meanne gently kisses Xelten on the cheek.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne says, "Do take care, kind Elf."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten clears his throat.

Meanne holds hands with Xelten.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh mutters cryptically to himself.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh mumbles something under his breath.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Meanne grins at Smozh.

Meanne says, "Take your time."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh glances at you.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Smozh points at himself.

Meanne stretches her arms.

Meanne says, "we will leave you now."

Meanne says, "Good evening."

Smozh nods at Meanne, obviously agreeing with her views.

You join Smozh's group.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Smozh.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy to you.

Smozh gives a slight nod.

Tempest Meanne's group just went southwest.

Smozh fixes you with a cold, reptilian stare.

You chuckle.

You ask, "What?"

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head asking, "Meanne knows of your captain, and does not fully trust you. What do you know of Xelten?"

>whisper Smozh I know that he is also working for the same Captain... How does she know of Fierolan?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh suddenly wails and collapses into a heap!

Blinking, Smozh shakes off his stun.

Smozh rises to a kneeling position.

Smozh stands up.

Smozh whispers, "She said he was 'rude' her. But, she trusts Xelten wholly."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

>whisper Smozh How does Fierolan being rude to her make her not trust me?

You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers, "We must stage a 'training' for you. In which your will appears to be dominated by me."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You say in Ilithic, "This is going to be embarassing....""

Smozh whispers, "She knows you are fast with him. That is enough to warrant it."

Smozh searches around for a moment.

>whisper Smozh Fast?

You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh whispers, "Close."

>whisper Smozh I wonder how she knows that...
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers, "I had thought perhaps she was told by her elf attendant, but it seems that would not be the case. If you are working together, that is."

>whisper Smozh I have only met him once and I do not believe he is aware that I am working here for my "Captain."
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You suddenly hear a brief babble of nonsense inside your head.

Smozh whispers, "Then perhaps he is attempting to out you as a way of ensuring that his loyalty is unchecked. In any event, we will set things straight at the meeting on Meanne's boat this weeks end."

You sigh.

>whisper Smozh I hope that what you say is not the case... What do you propose?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You suddenly hear a brief babble of nonsense inside your head.

Smozh whispers, "In short order, I will surge so much mana through your mind that you will begin twitching uncontrollably. We will then present you as evidence to Meanne, stating that I have gained utter control over you."

Smozh glares at you defiantly, his tail set firmly behind him.

You ponder.

>whisper Smozh That sounds painful....

You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh looks at you and shrugs.

>whisper Smozh Is there anything other than this uncontrollable twitching that you are going to ask of me?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "Not likely. That will be enough. Siharhh will heal you. Do not worry."

You nod to Smozh.

>whisper Smozh All right. I suppose I don't have much choice in the matter.
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I will find you when we need to make this display. Until then, feel free to roam."

Smozh casually observes the area.

You nod to Smozh.

>whisper Smo I will be waiting for your word.
You whisper to Smozh.

The Mission Within the Mission

[Whistling Wood, Path]
Like the footprint of a giant bird, the trail branches in three directions. One branch curves toward the northwest, where a large hill of dirt and rock rises from the earth. Another leads deeper into the dead silence of the wood, its end lost in the dark shadows beneath the trees. The third branch leads east towards the derelict road. You also see a black panther that is sitting, a sturdy steel strongbox, a reinforced copper casket, a surly Shadow Servant, a sturdy oaken caddy, a salt-stained iron chest and a dead tree with a darkened hollow near its base.
Also here: Kelrick, Connur, Mage Xelten

Xelten gives you a slight nod.

Xelten studies the faces around him.

You nod politely to Xelten.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "I trust you are well?"

You ask in Ilithic, "As well as I could be. How about yourself?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As well as one might expect."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Your...companion, is a very interesting individual."

Fostrow asks, "hrmm, Ilithic?"

You say in Ilithic, "I guess that is one way to describe him."

You chuckle.

Fostrow asks, "ye jes need be a citizen fer that?"

Xelten asks, "Yes, that is what we are speaking. You have business?"

Peregrin Utark just arrived.

Fostrow says, "interested, in the how not the what"

Xelten says, "It is the language of our people."

Xelten fixes Fostrow with a serene, lofty stare.

Xelten says, "You, however, are human."

Fostrow grins.

Fostrow says, "ahh"

Fostrow says, "Ilithic is elvish, then"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I was not aware he is unable to speak the common tongue."

You nod to Xelten.

You say in Ilithic, "He has been unable to understand it for quite some time."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "He used to, then?"

You nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Might I inquire as to how that change came about?"

You say in Ilithic, "I do not know all of the details but apparently it was a rather traumatic experience for him."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Is it simply that he does not speak, or does he not understand either? He seemed to converse fine with Meanne."

You say in Ilithic, "He uses his thoughts to communicate with her and then creates a link between himself and that other person which will allow him to understand them for a time. At least until the link is broken."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I see. It must be very... tiring."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "That was why he was growing so frustrated before you and Meanne left the other evening."

You say in Ilithic, "He was trying to communicate but was finding it difficult."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I had not noted his frustration. His kind... I have some difficulty with them."

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh is even more difficult to read than many of the others of his kind that I have come across."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If I understood half of the conversation correctly, I believe he wanted you to..."

Xelten studies the faces around him.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "To assist me with something?"

You nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "You are aware of the situation?"

You say in Ilithic, "To an extent."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I have been..checking the likely places. The locals.. well, there are less of them now. They will not talk."

You say in Ilithic, "I don't want to say too much, just in case of prying ears and eyes, but I am to the understanding that we are investigating something."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You might say that."

You nod.

You ask in Ilithic, "Is there anything specifically that I should be aware of?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps... if you would like, when the sun has set I can show you a particular point of interest."

You nod to Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If you have not.. studied the text, then I can also explain the basics."

You say in Ilithic, "If you don't mind."

It has been 382 years, 172 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Iron Toad.
It is currently summer and it is sunset.
You have a feeling it's near the Anlas of Phelim's Vigil.

Xibar slowly rises above the horizon.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Night will fall soon."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps we should step away until then, so that I can brief you."

You nod.

You ask in Ilithic, "Should I meet you some place or should I follow you?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If you will follow me."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

You join Xelten's group.

Mage Xelten's group just went east.

(Travel)

Mage Xelten's group went over to a private booth.
[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A bit overused, but an excellent place to speak."

Xelten searches around for a moment.

You nod in agreement.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Please, have a seat."

You settle yourself on the comfortable seats.

Xelten takes a seat.

Xelten pulls the hood of his cloak up.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As for us travelling together... I do not believe it will seem overly suspicious for two mountain elves to be seen together."

You nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Now then, do you know the name of that which we seek?"

You say in Ilithic, "I unfortunately do not know as much as I would like."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "They are called the shushu."

You say in Ilithic, "I do recall hearing that term."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am not certain whether or not you are... permitted, to read the text. But I will tell you most of what is contained within."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "The shushu appear at first as a large wyrm, dragonlike."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "The one we have seen was white scaled, with red eyes."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It did not enjoy light, and had a fierce desire to feed. If it believes you are weaker than it, it will tear you apart, literally."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A dwarf fellow was used as bait, and his leg was never the same. The new one, that is."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He, of course, was rather mighty himself."

You ask in Ilithic, "Was that dwarf named Gromnir, by any chance?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Indeed it was."

You say in Ilithic, "I knew him decently well."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A bit insane, but deceptive in his strength, you might agree."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "In any event, that is what the shush are... sometimes."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We do, however, have reason to believe that they are like the Rakash in the sense that they transform, though obviously far more drastically. Shapeshifters."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am unaware of anyone witnessing such an event, but there is plenty of evidence."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We believe that natural shushu do not change form at will, however. Whether it is a trait of their blood, or a curse, we are unaware."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "In any event, there was one...perhaps two, perhaps more... in Undershard."

You say in Ilithic, "That would explain why Smozh told me that he wanted me to investigate Undershard."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A forest elf huntress tried to capture one, though perhaps not as successfull as she wished. She held captive an elf which may or may not be linked to Bonelord Sidhlot."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It is possible that the elf she captured was a shushu, due to other evidence."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You understand, of course, that you cannot repeat these words, save to Smozh."

You say in Ilithic, "I do understand, yes. "

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I believe the sun shall have set by now, or near to it."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Let us proceed to Undershard."

Xelten stands up.

You nod.

You stand back up.

Mage Xelten's group just went out.

(Travel)

Xelten scans some shadows near the Bridge of Sparrows.

Mage Xelten's group went down a partially concealed channel bank.
[Shard, Channel Bank] Rich brown soil dotted with patches of emerald green grass forms this bank. Gradually changing from soft dirt to the hard bedrock of the city's foundations, the slope rolls down to a bank that allows one to skirt the edge of the rushing water channel over which the Bridge of Sparrows, rising to the west approximately fifteen feet away, allows passage.

[Shard, Channel Bank]
The angry sound of the madly rushing inner-city channels fills the air as the chilly waters sweep east to west on their way out of Shard. A steep bank nearly thirty feet high pushes its way up to the north, the shadows from the Bridge of Sparrows changing the soil and bedrock that forms the wall of earth from russet brown to umbra.

[Shard, Channel Bank]
A narrow opening in the bedrock leads into darkness here, the faint scent of sewage rising from it. Legend has it that during the Dragon Wars and the occupation of Shard, the priests dug underneath the city, creating warrens and passages deep below. The bubble and splash of the water channel that rushes by to the south tries hard, but cannot drown out the loud creaks and clangs that reverberate out of the opening.
Also here: Mage Xelten.

Mage Xelten's group entered a narrow opening.
[Undershard, Canal Inlet]
A dark brick tunnel slopes down beneath the city here, narrow stone walkway running alongside a deep canal. The tunnel mouth leads out, back to the city streets, while the stone tube quietly winds to the southeast. You also see a dark opening.

(travel)

[Undershard, The Warrens]
This tunnel junction is marked by a splash of sticky brown wetness across one wall -- it is blood, fairly fresh by the looks of it, and whoever shed it was apparently trying to escape this hellish maze. A number of corridors intersect here.
Also in the room: Mage Xelten.
Obvious exits: north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, up.

Xelten points at a footpad, ruining its hiding place.

The footpad closes to melee range on Xelten.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A footpad begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten gestures at a footpad.

A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a footpad, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

A footpad wobbles a bit as the webbing binding its legs thickens.

Xelten says, "Listen well, scoundrel."

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Xelten says, "If you wish to cling to your life, you will quickly tell me what you know of the strange events in this place."

Xelten exclaims, "A large beast, speak!"

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Xelten narrows his eyes.

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "They are rather resistant to torture."

Xelten draws forth a forester's bow.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Moving as one fluid extension of power, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a footpad. A footpad attempts to dodge, failing miserably. The arrow lands a massive strike that imbeds the iridescent red arrow into the top of its left foot!
The iridescent red arrow lodges itself shallowly into the footpad!

A footpad manages to escape its sticky bonds.

A footpad searches around for a moment.

Xelten gestures at a footpad.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a footpad, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

Xelten says, "I will not tell you again."

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

A footpad topples over as the webbing binding its legs thickens!

Xelten says, "Speak your mind, or perish before me."

A footpad tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Xelten scowls.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

Moving as one fluid extension of power, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a footpad. A footpad fails to dodge, moving directly into the blow. The arrow lands a massive strike that blasts clean through the right leg with a well-placed swing that throws blood and bone splinters everywhere!
That would have stuck if there was anything left to stick to!
The iridescent red arrow falls to the ground!

The footpad screams and falls over, breathing her last.

Xelten sheathes his forester's bow.

Xelten searches the footpad.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten puts his arrow in his thigh quiver.

Xelten puts his arrow in his thigh quiver.

The earth around the footpad's body seems to awaken, opening up and curling around her, pulling the lifeless form downward, covering her until all that is left is the empty shell of her clothing.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Shall we proceed then."

Mage Xelten's group just went north.
[Undershard, The Warrens]
The shadows that fill this corridor shift and move as if they were alive. Twisting passageways, barely visible as maws of darkness against the crumbling stone walls, lead out of this ruined chamber, looping sinuously back upon themselves.

You nod.

Mage Xelten's group just went southwest.

(Travel)

Mage Xelten's group just went south.
[Undershard, The Spire]
Like a giant spear of stone, the Spire rises in overwhelming majesty from the cavern floor. Faded rags hang from a large sign nailed to the base of a small stand beside the Spire.
Also in the room: Mage Xelten.

Xelten searches around for a moment.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I like to look at as much of the undercity as I can when I am here. Searching for any signs."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Unfortunately, there is little to report."

Mage Xelten's group just went north.
[Undershard, Path of Kertigen's Gift]
Towards the east, a great chasm slices through the street with knife-edge precision. One house, split in twain by the chasm, perches precariously upon the edge. Half-rotted furniture and gnawed bones can be seen in the abandoned rooms. A tall spire of stone rises to the south, looming imposingly over the shattered cavern.

Mage Xelten's group went up the warrens.
[Undershard, The Warrens]
The stench of rotten eggs fills the room, coming from a bubbling pool in the northeastern corner. Wafting upon a gentle breeze, the smell is drawn down the myriad tunnels that fill the warrens. You also see a stone ramp.

Mage Xelten's group just went east.

(Travel)

[Undershard, The Warrens]
This tunnel bends sharply around, opening up into several more passageways. The mazelike warrens never end, looping and twisted like a barrel of snakes. You also see a footpad.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "This place is a maze."

Mage Xelten's group just went east.

(Travel)

[Undershard, On the Plank]
Only a thin plank of green, worm-eaten wood lies between you and the abyss of the great well, its stone shaft plunging into darkness far below. A faint rustling sound echoes up from the pit, like leathery wings preparing to take flight, but nothing moves in the shadows. The plank runs from west to east, touching on either rim of the well. You also see a ruffian.

Xelten gestures at a ruffian.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a ruffian, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

A ruffian wobbles a bit as the webbing binding its legs thickens.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We are standing now on a plank stretched across... the well."

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "The well is the main point of interest for us."

You nod.

Xelten says, "If you listen closely, there are often sounds from within, but I cannot distinguish them."

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Xelten says, "I see no movement."

Xelten points at a thug, ruining its attempt to advance unnoticed.

A cutthroat melts out of the shadows from the west.

Xelten gestures at a thug.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a thug, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Xelten gestures at a cutthroat.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a cutthroat, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

The thug slowly tips over and falls down.

A ruffian manages to escape its sticky bonds.

A cutthroat tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

Xelten says, "I have already thrown several of these scoundrels in due to their resistance."

Xelten gestures at a ruffian.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a ruffian, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

A ruffian arrives from the east, a smile on his face.

A thug tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

A ruffian topples over as the webbing binding its legs thickens!

Xelten gestures at a ruffian.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a ruffian, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

Xelten says, "As you can see, they are rather upset with me."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I come here often, in case I may find some signs of the shushu."

You ask in Ilithic, "Have you seen much?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Unfortunately, I have not found a safe way down."

A thug manages to escape its sticky bonds.

A cutthroat tries to picks at the webbing surrounding her.

A ruffian tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

A thug leaps into a standing position!

Xelten shakes his head.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Mage Xelten's group just went east.
[Undershard, East of Well]
A plank runs from east to west across the yawning maw of a wide, open well. Occasionally, a pair of locals will meet on the plank itself and engage in a ritual combat of sorts, leaping about and performing feats of acrobatics until one falls over the edge and into the pit below. Most of the time, the loser manages to crawl back out again. The cavern wall curves around here, running southwest to northwest.

You ask in Ilithic, "You believe that there is a way down though?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am uncertain. If I knew how deep it was, I would leap down. Unfortunately, when I throw the scoundrels in, I do not hear them hit the bottom."

A ruffian begins to advance on Xelten.

You ponder.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Whether they fall endlessly or are swallowed, I do not know."

Xelten gestures at a ruffian.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a ruffian, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

The ruffian slowly tips over and falls down.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

The webbing binding a ruffian's legs thickens.

Mage Xelten's group just went southwest.
[Undershard, South of Well]
A great well dominates the center of this vast natural cavern, the rough stone walls reinforced with brick and wooden beams. A passage leads south, to a warren of smaller vaults, and the rubble-strewn ground winds around the well on either side. Further to the north, across the chamber, sounds of shouting can be heard. You also see a large turnip and an oval shield.

(Travel)

Bantem just arrived.

Bantem just went east.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Strange, I do not often see others here."

Mage Xelten's group just went east.
[Undershard, Low Gallery]
The ceiling of this broad gallery dips low as it intersects with a great boulevard to the west, rotting timbers propping up the dangerously weakened stone walls on either side. The gallery runs eastward, the ground underfoot furrowed with old wagon tracks.

(Travel)

[Undershard, Squatters' Hovel]
This rounded chamber, low-ceilinged and dank, has been converted into a crude home for several families of destitute squatters. All around you are the faces of the poor and hungry, who have found no shelter on Shard's golden streets. The walls are oddly disjointed in places, the sheets of solid rock irregularly placed. You also see a faenrae stalker.

Xelten glances at a faenrae stalker.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "What in.."

A faenrae stalker darts west, grinning and capering!

Mage Xelten's group just went west.
[Undershard, Gallery Fall]
The gallery ends here, at a catastrophic cave-in where a wall of giant boulders and hard-packed earth has closed off the southern vaults forever. A few humanoids dart in and out of a tiny archway to the east, but beyond that, this end of the warrens is unusually quiet. You also see a faenrae stalker.

Xelten gestures at a faenrae stalker.

Xelten blinks.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten draws forth a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

The faenrae stalker closes to melee range on Xelten.

Xelten points at a thug, ruining its hiding place.

The thug closes to melee range on Xelten.

The faenrae stalker moves into a position to parry.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "This is unprecedented."

Xelten retreats from combat.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A thug begins to advance on Xelten.

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

Xelten gestures at a thug.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a thug, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I have never seen a faenrae here."

A thug wobbles a bit as the webbing binding its legs thickens.

A thug tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Driving in with naturally fluid movements, a faenrae stalker feints high at Xelten. Xelten knocks aside the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

Xelten gestures.
A translucent sphere forms around Xelten and shudders like a soap bubble.
A translucent sphere forms around you and shudders like a soap bubble.

A faenrae stalker searches around for a moment.

Driving in like the irresistable force of a cyclone, a faenrae stalker sweeps low at Xelten. Xelten beats off the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

Xelten asks, "Creature, do you speak this tongue?"

A thug tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

The faenrae stalker moves into a position to parry.

A thug tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Driving in like the irresistable force of a cyclone, a faenrae stalker sweeps low at Xelten. Xelten knocks aside the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

Xelten gestures at a faenrae stalker.

Moving in with powerful grace, a faenrae stalker slices a broadsword at Xelten. Xelten deflects the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A thug manages to escape its sticky bonds.

A thug begins to advance on Xelten.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten gestures at a thug.
A thousand tiny spiders crawl out of their hiding places and begin crawling over a thug, trapping it in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

The faenrae stalker closes to melee range on Xelten.

Xelten says, "I will not ask again, beast."

A thug tries to picks at the webbing surrounding him.

Driving in with naturally fluid movements, a faenrae stalker chops a broadsword at Xelten. Xelten counters the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf.

The faenrae stalker moves into a position to parry.

Moving like a striking snake, a faenrae stalker sweeps low at Xelten. Xelten fends off nearly all the broadsword with a curved steel iltesh with an ironwood pommel carved into the shape of a leaf. The broadsword lands a brushing hit to his left arm!

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A faenrae stalker searches around for a moment.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "This does not bode well."

Mage Xelten's group just went east.
[Undershard, Secret Nook]
This cramped nook forms the base of a narrow shaft leading straight up, with a rickety wooden ladder stretching up to a trapdoor far above. The nook itself looks to be a dead end, the ladder balanced against a curving wall of sheet rock. You also see a faenrae stalker and a tiny hatch.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Have you heard of the faenrae dwelling in Undershard?"

You say in Ilithic, "I have actually, although I do not know if they have a specific area that they normally are found."

You say in Ilithic, "It is one of the main reasons why I do not frequent Undershard more often."

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that Kitya was killed by one down here not too long ago."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I shall have to investigate this when I am more prepared. I had not seen a faenrae before."

Xelten ponders.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "In any event, the well. That is the key."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I have been given one more hint, but have not seen it yet."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Apparently, the very ground shakes when a shushu is near."

You ask in Ilithic, "But you have never experienced this?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "No, I have never experienced the shaking myself. I have not actually even seen the beast myself."

You say in Ilithic, "But you believe that it is in the well? "

You ask in Ilithic, "What was this door that everyone kept discussing on the gweth a few days ago?"

A faenrae stalker blends out of the shadows, grinning.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

The faenrae stalker closes to melee range on Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I have heard mixed reports. I have heard both that shushu refuse to go in the well, and also that they frequent it."

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "My word."

Xelten draws forth a forester's bow.

Xelten sheathes his steel iltesh.

Xelten moves a forester's bow to his right hand.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

Driving in like an adept combatant, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker partially blocks with an oval shield. The arrow lands an extremely heavy hit that blasts heavily into the right arm!
The iridescent red arrow lodges itself shallowly into the faenrae stalker!

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Driving in like an unbeatable force, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker partially blocks with an oval shield. The arrow lands a strong hit that painfully mashes the left arm!
The iridescent red arrow lodges itself shallowly into the faenrae stalker!

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Do remind me to find Forgenash and get new arrows."

With the speed and temerity of a swooping falcon, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker blocks with an oval shield.
The iridescent red arrow hits a wall and falls to the floor!

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

Xelten blinks.

The faenrae stalker closes to melee range on Xelten.

A faenrae stalker searches around for a moment.

Driving in with naturally fluid movements, a faenrae stalker sweeps low at Xelten. Xelten attempts to dodge, avoiding most of the blow. The broadsword lands a brushing strike to his chest!

Xelten glances at you.

Xelten glances at a faenrae stalker.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps a... a bit of assistance."

Xelten retreats from combat.

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

A faenrae stalker searches around for a moment.

Xelten clears his throat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Moving with incredible power and control, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker blocks with an oval shield.
The iridescent red arrow hits a wall and falls to the floor!

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

A faenrae stalker takes out a knife and trims its nails.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

The faenrae stalker closes to melee range on Xelten.

You trace an arcane sigil in the air, shaping the pattern of the Aether Lance spell.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

You begin to weave mana lines into a target pattern around a faenrae stalker.

You gesture at a faenrae stalker.
A lance of silvery-blue light forms between your hands. Turning slightly, you throw the lance at a faenrae stalker!
The spell pattern collapses at the last moment due to its undead state.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I... I cannot remember the last time I missed anything."

Driving in like an unbeatable force, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker blocks with an oval shield.
The iridescent red arrow hits a wall and falls to the floor!

You mumble something unprintable.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

The faenrae stalker closes to pole weapon range on Xelten.

Xelten appears to be aiming at a faenrae stalker with his forester's bow.

Xelten retreats from combat.

Xelten retreats from combat.

You say in Ilithic, "I don't know how much help I will be against it."

The faenrae stalker notices Xelten, and alerts you and others of his attempt to fire from hiding.

Driving in with naturally fluid movements, Xelten fires an iridescent red arrow at a faenrae stalker. A faenrae stalker blocks with an oval shield.
The iridescent red arrow bounces off and falls to the ground.

Xelten picks up an iridescent red arrow.

Xelten loads his forester's bow with an iridescent red arrow.

A faenrae stalker shouts and throws a handful of a dust in Xelten's face!

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I imagine we should... cut and run, as it were."

Xelten unloads his forester's bow.

Xelten puts his arrow in his thigh quiver.

Xelten sheathes his forester's bow.

A faenrae stalker searches around for a moment.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And not mention this to anyone."

Xelten clears his throat.

A faenrae stalker begins to advance on Xelten.

Xelten points at a ladder.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Up you go."

You begin the climb up the ladder....

Darkness and silence surrounds you, broken only by a faint light overhead and your own furtive breathing.

You continue your climb up through the darkness. Above, the vaguest outline of light promises something beyond the shadows.

You hear the faint sound of scratching.

Darkness and silence surrounds you, broken only by a faint light overhead and your own furtive breathing.

You push your way through the top, pull yourself out from behind something heavy and wooden, and find yourself....

[Aelik's Pawn, Backroom]
Shelves line the walls, side-by-side with cabinets that hold various oddities and objects that will not fit in the front room being shoved in here instead. Clutter covers nearly every inch of bare space, piling up to the ceiling.
Also in the room: Mage Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As I was saying. The well, mixed reports. But it is definitely involved."

You ask in Ilithic, "Is that scratching sound a usual occurance?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As for a door... I am not certain what people mean. I have only recently began studying Undershard, at Meanne's bidding."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "There is a door not far from the well that is supposedly locked."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I know of four doors near the well, all are open."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "All are small rooms."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I'll have to look into it a bit more then."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "In any event, that is the basics of the shushu investigation."

Mage Xelten's group just went out.
[Aelik's Pawn]
The deceiving appearance of this shop's broken down and dreary outside is nothing compared to the clean and carefully organized inside. While a fine layer of dust does seem to coat some of the older items, there is a feeling of constant change here as things are shuffled about, sold, or moved off to other locations. You also see the pawnmonger Aelik, a bucket of viscous gloop, and the backroom.

(Travel)

Mage Xelten's group wandered down a narrow path which leads deeper into the Whistling Wood.
[Whistling Wood, Path]
The narrow trail curves to the west towards a long row of earthen mounds. Interlaced in a web of worm-eaten wood, the bare branches of the whistling wood hang low over the beaten path. Curiously devoid of the sounds of animal life present in most woods, the silence beneath the trees weighs heavily on the air. You also see a red moonbeam, a Guildleader Gylwyn card, a shadowling, and a narrow path which leads to the derelict road.
Also here: Mage Xelten, War Witch Entyycement, Slaughter Chief Voracious, Arcane Master Kakatal, Gauntlet Champion Marrkie, Guide Saeris, Charise, Tezirite Zaped, and Jochua.

Mage Xelten's group just went west.
[Whistling Wood, Path]
Like the footprint of a giant bird, the trail branches in three directions. One branch curves toward the northwest, where a large hill of dirt and rock rises from the earth. Another leads deeper into the dead silence of the wood, its end lost in the dark shadows beneath the trees. The third branch leads east towards the derelict road. You also see a plain iron crate, a rosewood longbow, a rosewood longbow, a rosewood longbow, a sturdy steel strongbox, a reinforced copper casket, a sturdy oaken caddy, a salt-stained iron chest, and a dead tree with a darkened hollow near its base.
Also here: Mage Xelten and Commando Vagle.

Xelten searches around for a moment.

Xelten studies the faces around him.

Xelten whispers, "If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them."

>whisper xel I apologize about not being much help down there. The stalkers are well above me, unfortunately.
You whisper to Xelten.

Xelten whispers, "I was not aware that I needed to be prepared in order to deal with them."

Scryer Utamael just arrived.

Xelten whispers, "The creatures of the hand are stronger than they appear."

Jochua's group just arrived.

You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.

[Whistling Wood, Path]
Like the footprint of a giant bird, the trail branches in three directions. One branch curves toward the northwest, where a large hill of dirt and rock rises from the earth. Another leads deeper into the dead silence of the wood, its end lost in the dark shadows beneath the trees. The third branch leads east towards the derelict road. You also see a plain iron crate, a rosewood longbow, a rosewood longbow, a rosewood longbow, a sturdy steel strongbox, a reinforced copper casket, a sturdy oaken caddy, a salt-stained iron chest, and a dead tree with a darkened hollow near its base.
Also here: Tezirite Zaped, Jochua, Scryer Utamael, Mage Xelten, and Commando Vagle.

You ask Xelten in Ilithic, "I did mean to ask you, did you hear much about the visions that the Moon Mages were receiving not long ago?"

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Hear? I saw several of them. To which do you refer?"

You ask in Ilithic, "The one involving the elven twins?"

The wind whistles through a dead tree with a darkened hollow near its base.

Recluse Dryzt just arrived.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I saw that one."

Recluse Dryzt just went east.

You ask in Ilithic, "Were you able to make much sense out of it?"

Jochua closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh and I were discussing it at length with a few people shortly afterwards and were unable to come up with anything."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am afraid I have little speculation on it."

You nod.

Shavay just arrived.

You say in Ilithic, "I thought I should at least check, just in case."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If you'll excuse me... I must go rest at the waterfall."

You nod to Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Underneath or not, the city bothers my senses."

You say in Ilithic, "I can understand."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Farewell for now."

Xelten bows to you.

Xelten stops you from following him.

You say in Ilithic, "Stay safe."

Mage Xelten just went east.

The Plan Continues (log)

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Can any other of the mystically inclined tell me what they see in the skies? If you see what I have seen... I shall meet you at once to discuss it."

Your mind hears Trislan thinking, "Well, it's lightly raining and I see three moons, I don't know what there is to discuss."

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Never speak to me again."

Your mind hears Trislan thinking, "Hmmm...or what? You go cry? Grow up."

You hear your mental voice echo, Someting tells me he was looking for something a little deeper than the surface skies...

Your mind hears Navak thinking, "I see dire portents."

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "The crimson eyes, no doubt. Meet me at the Atrium."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Uhoh. It's -- Navak."

[Moon Mage Guild, Atrium]
The skylights curve down like a canopy over this small chamber, enclosing the northeastern hemisphere in a bubble of translucent, glittering crystal. A polished bronze telescope is here for students of the stars, but most visitors come just for the breathtaking view. From here, one can see for miles past the towers and streets of Shard, all the way to the walls of Leth Deriel in the far distance. You also see a crossbow bolt and a scruffy leopard who is sitting.
Also in the room: Mage Xelten, Sorrower Lywyn, Dragoon Meanne, and Doomsayer Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "But that may change, eventually. Those I traffic with leave a bad taste in his mouth."

Meanne nods politely to you.

Xelten bows to you.

Lywyn beams at you! What a warm feeling!

You smile at Meanne.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Hello again, madam."

You smile at Lywyn.

You bow to Xelten.

You say in Ilithic, "Always a pleasure."

You smile at Xelten.

Meanne says, "I would speak with Xelten privately, I fear you have injurred his considerable pride. I have much reparation to make."

Smozh gestures.

Meanne frowns petulantly at Smozh.

Smozh smirks.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne gazes at Smozh.

Meanne says, "We are going to have to discuss teamwork. I can see this will be difficult."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh grins at Meanne.

Meanne says to Smozh, "I certainly do understand. It is hard for me as an Elothean to find equality in other races."

Smozh nods at Meanne, obviously agreeing with her views.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Meanne says, "However...such prejudices must be restrained. They are the reasons ... so much has failed. "

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh chuckles.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Meanne says, "I...do understand this. I too understand Dzree grew to a point where she could not trust any of those around her."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

Meanne asks, "But in treating him as an equal, I have more than a slave. Do you see?"

Meanne looks thoughtfully at Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You notice a scruffy leopard sniff at you for a moment.

Smozh looks at Meanne and shrugs.

Meanne gives Smozh a slight nod.

Meanne says, "Perhaps. On this night I will defer to your wisdom."

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Smozh.

Meanne just took the hand of Smozh and gently kissed the back of it.

Smozh glances outside a moment.

Smozh fixes Meanne with a cold, reptilian stare.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "It seems we are on our way. Farewell, madam."

Meanne says, "You are a shrewder man than I could hope to be."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Xelten bows to you.

You bow to Xelten.

Smozh gestures.

You say, "Farewell, Sir."

You cough.

Meanne says to Smozh, "For what I have in mind, though, smolgi, we will both need to learn a greater tolerance for Elvenkind."

You smile at Xelten.

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy before Smozh.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "Good evening. I shall seek you out later."

With a graceful movement of her hands, Meanne lowers her head and sinks into a formal curtsy to you.

Smozh grows still, fixing Meanne with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Meanne says, "Come Lynneshire! Stop standing around like a gaddabout."

Hands moving gracefully, you sink down in a formal curtsy.

Lywyn blushes, the tips of her ears turning a delicate scarlet hue.

Meanne grumbles at Lywyn.

With a graceful flutter of her hands, Meanne sinks down in a formal curtsy.

Dragoon Meanne's group just went southwest.

Smozh gazes off to the southwest.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "That one has got me worried. She's smarter than me, and I don't like that."

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

>whisper Smozh Are you referring to Meanne?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh gestures at you.

You feel oddly in sync with Smozh for a moment.

Smozh nods at you, obviously agreeing with your views.

>whisper Smo What makes you say that?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I simply know, and that is all you need. She has something up her sleeve... I want to know what."

>whisper Smo She doesn't know about me, I hope?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

Smozh shakes his head.

You ponder the meaning of Smozh's existence.

Smozh gazes thoughtfully at a gnarled ironwood staff.

Smozh sticks a finger in some spores and pops it in his mouth. This turns out to be a dumb move as the spores appear poisonous! Smozh jumps around spitting and choking on the stuff.

>whisper Smo Well, I would need to know what I should be looking for if I were to try and help you figure out what she is hiding.
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "You just tag along with that other elf where you can. He's looking for some serpent. "

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

You chuckle.

Smozh gestures.

You suddenly hear a brief babble of nonsense inside your head.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I have little other clues to what this Eloth is after, but I should know more after her 'meeting.'"

>whisper Smozh I suppose I will wait and tag along....
You whisper to Smozh.

You sigh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "You can improvise, you know. Use that Militia training! If you want to investigate on your own."

>whisper Smo I can only investigate so much if Meanne continues to not trust me. Remember... until I gain her trust myself, I am relying on you.
You whisper to Smozh.

You say in Ilithic, "Which is probably a mistake..."

Smozh scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.

>whisper smozh Well, if you wish nothing else of me, I will be on my way.
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh's skin briefly withers and tightens, becoming unnaturally gaunt as he mutters some foul phrase.

Smozh scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.

Smozh gestures.

You hear Smozh's loud thoughts in your head saying, "I will call on you if I need assistance. Until then, I search the skies..."

You say in Ilithic, "Whatever."

You sigh.

Journal Entry Four

As time went on, the faults in Smozh's plan, and the way we chose to embark upon enacting it, began to slowly make their way to the surface. Fierolan's decision to keep his agents in the dark as to the identities of the other agents meant that Xelten was not permitted to know that the control Smozh was purported to have over me was all an act. He was not permitted to know that I was an ally, essentially working the same mission, simply from a different angle. This was perhaps one of the hardest things of all for me to adjust to in the line of work I suddenly found myself entrenched in. I am an honest person by nature, thereby making it difficult for me to carry on with so many lies heaped upon lies. Especially when it came to the new plan Smozh took it upon himself to initiate. The one where he decided to put on a show to "prove" to Meanne that I was entirely under his control. The jolt to my mind. Exerting his will over me to force me to do his bidding. It was all an act, but an act I was forced to play along with in order to make it believable. The change simply meant that Smozh's actions toward me in front of the others would become more extreme. More forceful. Which is exactly what happened. When in his presence, Smozh began to utilize his supposed "control" to make me do things I would not have otherwise done. Things I had no desire to do. Bowing and groveling simply for the sake of showing Meanne the "extent of his control" over my actions. Perhaps he believed it aided in supporting our act. Perhaps he did it because he truly enjoyed having an Elf bow at his feet like some lowly servant. Either way, I realized rather quickly that our once reasonable plan had shifted to being wholly unreasonable and was no longer the innocent cover story we set out to follow. Information was important, but I had my dignity, and Smozh was challenging it. I also, however, had my loyalty. And if the work I did was somehow of use to Her Majesty, then I could not, in good conscience, walk away too soon. I was torn. Conflicted over how to proceed. But, there was also the dilemma that was... Xelten. Needless to say, he was less than pleased to see a fellow Mountain Elf being treated as it appeared I was being treated. Essentially a slave to a S'Kra Mur whose abrasive means of addressing and reacting to others caused he and Xelten to clash on more than one occasion. Their animosity toward one another continued to build while Xelten's curiosity continued to pique over the predicament in which I seemed incapable of escaping. He was a hardened personality, but harbored an unequaled loyalty to his kin. As such, he expressed discontent over what he viewed as my "captivity" under Smozh's thumb. This created a new problem that neither myself nor Fierolan could have predicted. To have one of our own allies decide to step in and "help me escape" from the very cover I helped to concoct in order to find my way into the enemy's circle.

The Plan Starts to Fall Apart (log)

Mage Xelten just arrived.

Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican.
Also here: Mage Xelten

You nod to Xelten.

Xelten bows to you.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Hello."

Xelten begins to carefully examine a misty grey spidersilk cloak clasped with a sapphire crafted to resemble a majestic swan.

You say in Ilithic, "Good evening."

Xelten mutters cryptically to himself.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am not sure whether these albredine rings are a blessing or a curse."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Excuse me."

Mage Xelten just went east.

Mage Xelten just arrived.

Xelten searches around for a moment.

Xelten grumbles.

You ask in Ilithic, "Is everything all right?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We will know all is not well only after I have become rather unwell."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "In any event, how have you been?"

You say in Ilithic, "I suppose I have been well. "

Xelten searches around for a moment.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Do you often spend your time standing around in the tavern unaccompanied?"

You say in Ilithic, "It has become more of a frequent happening as of late. Occasionally I come across someone I know."

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

You ponder.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I take it that is your... Smozh."

You say in Ilithic, "I'm not sure."

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

You say in Ilithic, "He normally would say something to me first."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I had expected the two of you had a more permanent mental link."

You shake your head.

You say in Ilithic, "After some time apart, it fades."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "I see, most interesting. So he cannot necessarily determine what you are thinking unless you will it?"

You say in Ilithic, "For the most part, although if he is in my presence and tries hard enough, he could determine my thoughts."

You say in Ilithic, "My thoughts are my own when I am away."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "I see. Does that not ever become... bothersome?"

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "It does at times."

You say in Ilithic, "He can be difficult to tolerate at times."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Perhaps I might ask... how it is that you came to be so involved with this S'Kra?"

You say in Ilithic, "He is an old acquaintance of mine from before the war. We just kind of... ended up crossing paths again, I guess one could say."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I see."

You say in Ilithic, "He was interested in someone to help him and I thought I could be of assistance. I just didn't realize what all that help would involve."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "And yet you seem to have become rather devoted."

You say in Ilithic, "It was not entirely all by choice...."

You frown.

Xelten raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say in Ilithic, "I do not believe you were present for the embarrassing display in Leth a short while back."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "No, I was not."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "It was quite humiliating..."

You sigh.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Then I would not ask you to relive it."

You say in Ilithic, "I appreciate it. I am, however, somewhat surprised that you did not hear of it."

Xelten ponders.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I must admit I am rather curious now."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You smile slightly.

You say in Ilithic, "Let us just say that it involved me grovelling at Smozh's feet."

Xelten frowns.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Grovelling at the feet of a serpent?"

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "As I said... It was quite humiliating."

You say in Ilithic, "Given the circumstances, my only defense was that it was not of my own free will."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I would sooner exterminate their race than..."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "How could you be unable to choose your actions?"

You say in Ilithic, "He has the ability to control minds... to an extent. "

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Your Guild teaches no defense?"

You say in Ilithic, "If the defense is not actively being used prior, it is relatively useless, I am afraid."

You shake your head.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I see."

You say in Ilithic, "But to have Meanne and her daughter there to witness it... of all people."

You frown.

You say in Ilithic, "Disgraceful."

Xelten ponders.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Do you not try to free yourself?"

You say in Ilithic, "This happened because I tried to flee. He called upon Meanne to help find me."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Have you not thought to simply... destroy him?"

You sigh.

You say in Ilithic, "I cannot bring myself to. I can't help but feel that it would not solve the entire problem."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Perhaps there are other ways then."

You say in Ilithic, "Perhaps. I merely have not thought of them yet. "

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am sure you will understand that I cannot allow one of my own kind to serve such a creature."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Were it your own choice to do so, I might have branded you a disgrace and sought to end you to avoid the humiliation."

You say in Ilithic, "I would never do it of my own free will."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It would, however, not be very diplomatic of me to simply tear the creature's soul away."

You smile slightly.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Thus... I shall see if I can make a bargain for your life."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Does this sound acceptable?"

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I do not know what will become of it, but anything is worth a try at this point."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Very well."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "If I am successful, I ask only one thing."

Xelten searches around for a moment.

You ponder the meaning of Xelten's existence.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Your loyalty to myself and to your Queen in the coming times."

You say in Ilithic, "That is hardly asking much in return for such a thing. I am forever loyal to the Queen."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I will leave you for now then. Be well, Ayrell."

You say in Ilithic, "And you as well, Xelten."

Mage Xelten just went east.

You sit down near a bar.

(Ayrell leans her elbows on the bar and buries her face in her hands.)

Journal Entry Five

This was the point where I realized I was in a bit of a... pickle, as I have heard some call it. I needed to maintain my cover as a guard for Smozh in order to maintain any chance at gathering information for Fierolan's cause, however, the cover had shifted so far from the original agreement that I was no longer a guard, but a servant. For intents and purposes - a slave. At the same time, I had Xelten, a loyal Mountain Elf and fellow agent of the Queen, who possessed no knowledge of the fact that I was an ally, performing the same work as himself, simply via a different means. His upset was such that I feared he would destroy my chances at infiltrating the enemy while, at the same time, a part of me desired his assistance in potentially breaking free from the image of a slave to a S'Kra Mur and returning to something less... degrading. Especially when there remained so much for me to gain through my connection with Smozh. Not only for his association with Meanne, but for his connections to other factions to whom I believed it would behoove us to watch. Such as... the adan'f. Because it was around this same time that their clan leader, Hssarith, presented himself along with a request for the people of Ilithi...

The Show Must Go On - A Meeting with Adan'f Clan Leader Hssarith (log)

[Whistling Wood, Path]
Like the footprint of a giant bird, the trail branches in three directions. One branch curves toward the northwest, where a large hill of dirt and rock rises from the earth. Another leads deeper into the dead silence of the wood, its end lost in the dark shadows beneath the trees. The third branch leads east towards the derelict road. You also see a plain brass skippet, a bronze dragon pin, a fur packing crate, a scruffy leopard who is sitting, and a dead tree with a darkened hollow near its base.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith, Dragon Fighter Wonn, Tempest Meanne, and Arch Scout Vandyl.
Obvious paths: east, southwest, northwest.

Meanne gives a slight nod.

A faint wind stirs the branches of the trees. As the breeze fills the holes in the branches, the area echoes with a haunting wail that chills your blood.

Vandyl says, "A truce, hmm."

You get an odd feeling that someone is watching you. It quickly passes.

Meanne says, "I will express your interests to those who would lobby with your interests in mind."

Hssarith nods to Meanne.

Meanne says, "We will see who will treat with you."

Meanne gazes at Hssarith.

Meanne hums happily to herself.

You see Clan Leader Hssarith, a large Adan'f.
Standing tall even for an Adan'f, Hssarith's body is covered with scales of dull bronze. Slitted red eyes glare out angrily from his triangular skull, and deadly fangs are easily visible along the sides of his long snout. Despite his large, muscular frame, Hssarith moves with an eerie grace, constantly scanning the area for threats.
His corrupted nature makes distinguishing any age impossible.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a darkened chain coif, a tribal necklace formed from various severed humanoid parts hanging from interlinked bones, some sinuous darkened chain mail, a bone buckler reinforced with steel rivets along the outer edge, some darkened mail gloves with sharp talons attached to the fingertips, a rough leather pouch, a leather sheath and a shaped bone tailband decorated with white eagle feathers.

Hssarith says, "I will allow you some time to distribute my message to others, as well, before I begin looking in on those who would harm my people."

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "thrust straight for Meanne's black, shrivelled heart"

Meanne nods politely to Hssarith.

Meanne says, "What shall be the preferred method of dismemberment"

Meanne asks, "For trespassers?"

You glance at Hssarith, a male Elf.

Vandyl nods.

Hssarith says, "They will be warned, first."

Meanne says, "Oh yes. But then what? Something particularly gruesome would be a good motivator, you know."

Hssarith says, "I like to have a little fun with my prey. It shall be.. a surprise."

You hear the quiet voice of Smozh say something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "Excellent. Surprise gruesome death."

Meanne says, "I believe that would be a very paletteable rumor."

The air shimmers for a moment as Smozh's spell ends and he becomes visible once more.

Hssarith glances at Smozh.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Do still your wretched tongue."

Meanne nods politely to Smozh.

Smozh nods politely to Hssarith.

Smozh gives Meanne a slight nod.

Hssarith asks, "Are you the one this Elothean was speaking of?"

Smozh gives you a slight nod.

Meanne says to Hssarith, "And for the record, the one known as Redfers killed 800 Adan'f just last month, or so he told me."

(Ayrell moves over to stand by Smozh.)

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Vandyl asks, "There are many who may not see truce so easily. You're clans and people are evil among the works of the holy. How do you plan to find peace with them?"

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "That is Smozh."

Meanne says, "He does not speak common."

Meanne nods politely.

Hssarith nods to Smozh.

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith glances at Vandyl.

Wonn sighs.

Hssarith says, "They will make peace with me or they will not. Should they not, they will regret it."

Jochua's group just arrived.

Jochua casually observes the area.

Vandyl grins.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Dyminica taps something inside her velvet backpack.

Smozh casually observes the area.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne nods politely.

Wonn says, "only males could make glancing some sort of declaration"

Wonn grumbles.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Jochua hugs Wonn, who wraps her arms around Jochua with a warm smile.

Meanne says, "Does this mean I am an Ambassador for the Adan'f? How excellent."

Wonn hugs Jochua, who wraps his arms around Wonn with a warm smile.

Smozh grins at Hssarith.

Wonn grins at Jochua, her dimples flashing into view.

Meanne says, "I shall be received with full honors at court."

Meanne smiles dryly.

A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Kystrk's face.

Xelten chuckles to himself.

Smozh quietly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at Wonn.

Dyminica studies the faces around her.

Wonn says, "o good lord. more glancing. i dont speak glance dear"

Hssarith says, "I would not presume to call yourself such, however.. unofficially you may consider yourself such if you like, for the moment."

Wonn leans on Smozh.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne chuckles at Hssarith.

Jochua chuckles.

Smozh snarls at Wonn.

Wonn laughs!

Meanne says, "I would not dare such a thing. It was, as we say, a joke."

Wonn says, "o hush"

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne says, "But I shall tell the interested parties. But I warn you now, these people do not know how to parley."

Millimbar just arrived.

Millimbar puts his katar in his peddler's pack.

Hssarith dryly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Wonn hugs Millimbar, getting a smile in return.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Millimbar hugs Wonn, who wraps her arms around Millimbar with a warm smile.

Millimbar grins.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Millimbar exclaims, "The amazing Wonn!"

(Meanne murmers a quiet word to Ayrell.)

Hssarith nods to Meanne.

Wonn grins at Millimbar, her dimples flashing into view.

Meanne whispers, "He is in his element, yes?"

Wonn says, "milli the magnificant"

Millimbar hums to himself.

Meanne smiles politely at Hssarith.

You nod to Meanne.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks over Hssarith very closely.

Smozh quietly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh just touched a livid purple cloak emblazoned with a fierce black dragon.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Millimbar, I am truly not afraid of Redfers and his petty plans. Do not make the mistake of thinking so."

Smozh quietly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith harshly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Meanne gets a dark golden helm fitted with a glossy black visor from inside her leather backpack.

Meanne puts a dark golden helm fitted with a glossy black visor on her head.

Meanne closes the visor of the golden helm she is wearing.

Smozh gives Hssarith a slight nod.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says, "I will leave you to do as I have requested, Elothean. I wish to speak with this S'Kra further."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Do not flatter yourself. Long have the people of this province attempted to or successfully assasinated me. I simply turn aside. It is to your own discredit you exhibit barbarianism."

Smozh gives you a slight nod.

Meanne nods politely to Hssarith.

You join Smozh's group.

Meanne says, "A wise idea."

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith joins Smozh's group.

Meanne says, "Smozh is very learned."

Meanne's snake charm coils up off her left arm and drapes its body across her back, from shoulder to shoulder.

Meanne whispers, "Tell him I wished him luck."

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "Fret ye not Millimbar. She can't last muc longer. She and the queen of the mountain elves must die eventually"

You smile at Meanne.

You nod.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Silence your small mind, gnome."

Smozh bows to Meanne.

Smozh casually observes the area.

Hssarith dryly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Doomsayer Smozh's group just went east.
[Whistling Wood, Path]
The narrow trail curves to the west towards a long row of earthen mounds. Interlaced in a web of worm-eaten wood, the bare branches of the whistling wood hang low over the beaten path. Curiously devoid of the sounds of animal life present in most woods, the silence beneath the trees weighs heavily on the air. You also see a narrow path which leads to the derelict road.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.
Obvious paths: west.

(travel)

Your mind hears Millimbar thinking, "Caladorn was just commenting on the love he felt here in Ilithi earlier today...."

Your mind hears Millimbar thinking, "Or rather I suppose it was yesterday, considering it's morning now."

Your mind hears Leucius thinking, "I'd say tis normally pretty friendly"

A shimmering mirror of shadows appears momentarily in the air above, briefly revealing Kystrk's face.

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "Who is this Xelten asking me to silence myself? I do not recall him"

Your mind hears Storrmm thinking, "Until someone comes to intentionally draw tension."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "It's amazing. All I did was say "hello" when I was verbally assaulted. Yet, I am the one come to bring tension. It's amazing!"

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Yet you seem to know me well. Perhaps your gnomish brethren worship me without my knowledge."

[Shard, Northwestern Shore]
A muddy path wends its way amidst the reeds which border the shore of the Lake of Tears. To the southeast, the towers of Shard loom above the city walls, gleaming as brightly as a paladin's soul.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh gestures at Hssarith.

Smozh gazes up at the sky.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Now if you are done with your self-flattering ideals, I have a message from the Clan Leader of the Adan'f for you people."

(travel)

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "I fear that in my short life I haven't come across you. Why should I consider your views? "

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Because you and your kind should know better than to make yourselves an obvious nuisance. As of now, you're ignored."

[Wyvern Trail, Journey's Rest]
A small area has been cleared here for travelers to stop and rest before crossing the bridge to Shard's west gate, or stop and recheck their packs before leaving the city's comfortable embrace entirely. Wyvern Mountain stands in the western distance, a great waterfall cascading down its face. You also see a muddy trail and the battered and splintered remains of a barricade that once blocked the passage west.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.

Smozh searches around for a moment.

Smozh points at a narrow path.

Doomsayer Smozh's group wandered over to a narrow path.
[Wyvern Trail, Narrow Path]
To the east, sunlight glints off the surface of the lake which surrounds the city of Shard. This near the shore, the narrow footpath is muddy, clinging tenaciously to the boots of those who travel it. A squishing sound fills the air with each footstep along the path. The path stretches out to the west, away from the main road leading to Shard.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.
Obvious paths: west.

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Do keep that in mind for the future."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Children. Children. The Adan'f? Surely a matter to concern all who dwell here, regardless of snobulence."

Smozh quietly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "And of my kind you say? Is that an act of war?"

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Hssarith.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Your mind hears Storrmm thinking, "What sort of message would this be Meanne? And congratulations Jadzi."

Your mind hears Xelten thinking, "Yes, your type do like to march to war behind greater creatures."

Smozh nods.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "Well, it's one I'd care not to repeat more than once. Interested parties may report to the hollow."

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Your mind hears Forgenash thinking, "gave em time to talk did ya? heh"

Your mind hears Redfers thinking, "This wil not be borne"

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith nods.

Hssarith does not seem particularly concerned.

Smozh whispers, "Follow behind the Adan'f. See that no one follows."

(Smozh says something to Ayrell in a sibilant yet graceful dialect. Not quite S'kra, not quite Elven.)

Smozh lies down.

Smozh crawls into a low opening.

Hssarith lies down.

Hssarith crawls into a low opening.

You lie down.

An oppressive darkness surrounds you, however a light in the distance offers hope. The narrow passage offers no room to turn around -- the only option is to continue crawling onward.
Also here: Clan Leader Hssarith who is lying down, Doomsayer Smozh who is lying down
Obvious exits:

Wriggling on your stomach, you crawl into a low opening.

An oppressive darkness surrounds you, however a light in the distance offers hope. The narrow passage offers no room to turn around -- the only option is to continue.

You continue crawling toward the distant light, trusting that it is not some cruel illusion.

The light brightens as you near the end of the tunnel. The rough stone scrapes your hands and knees as you continue to crawl.

An oppressive darkness surrounds you, however a light in the distance offers hope. The narrow passage offers no room to turn around -- the only option is to continue crawling onward.

An oppressive darkness surrounds you, however a light in the distance offers hope. The narrow passage offers no room to turn around -- the only option is to continue crawling onward.

After a seemingly interminible length of time, you crawl out of the passage into ...

[Wyvern Mountain, Cavern]
Light passes through cracks in the roof of the cavern to reflect silently off the piles of gems and jewelry which lie heaped before a finely-crafted statue of a Dwarven man. Golden leprechauns scamper over the piles of treasure, the natural guardians of such a booty. An onyx raven seems to watch the leprechaun's antics with an expression of detached amusement. You also see a white arch, a low opening, and a black arch.
Also in the room: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.
Obvious exits: none.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at a black arch.

You rise to a kneeling position.

You stand back up.

Doomsayer Smozh's group went under a black arch.
Your vision blurs as you pass through the arch, and you see...
Gremlins cackle as a dark-bearded dwarf looks furtively over his shoulder before sawing at the axle of a wagon. Nearby, a raccoon gazes at you, its black masked eyes making a note of your face.

(travel)

With a shake of your head, your vision clears, revealing...
[Wyvern Mountain, Cavern]
Veins of gold and precious gems glitter from the walls of the cave, reflecting what little light exists here. In the center of the cave, a statue of a S'kra Mur male has been sculpted from the stalagmites which litter the floor of the cavern, scorning any foreign marble or granite. A stone cobra rears up before him, hood spread wide and fangs bared in a sibilant hiss of wind. You also see a black arch and a white arch.
Also in the room: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh. Obvious exits: down.

Smozh nods.

Smozh inhales a great swallow of air.

Smozh slowly empties his lungs.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Doomsayer Smozh's group went over to a raised dais.
[Wyvern Mountain, Raised Dais]
The view atop the raised dais is impressive, gazing into the dragon's yawning maw. The artist faceted each individual dragon scale on the smokey black quartz beast, causing them to glitter as they reflect the light. Flames flicker above a white marble altar, though neither wick nor candle may be seen. The overall impression is one of awe, and perhaps... fear.
Also in the room: Clan Leader Hssarith and Doomsayer Smozh.
Obvious exits: down.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Hssarith.

Smozh gives Hssarith a slight nod.

Hssarith asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh frowns as his gaze shifts from the altar to Hssarith. He stares for a long moment before speaking.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh darkly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

(Ayrell glances around the room, searching for any signs of possible intruders.)

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh chortles softly at some secret joke.

Smozh smiles for a moment, then returns to a serious gaze.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at a worn golden medallion.

Hssarith nods.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh glances at a twisted bronze ring etched with images of dancing S'Kra.

Hssarith asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith nods.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks over Hssarith very closely.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh smirks.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh chortles softly and draws tiny circles in the air with the tip of his tail.

Hssarith dryly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh furrows his brow.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Smozh darkly asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh grins.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith nods to Smozh.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith looks over at you appraisingly.

You nod to Hssarith.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to Hssarith.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh grows still, fixing Hssarith with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Smozh matter-of-factly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh smirks.

Smozh looks nervous as he clutches his ironwood staff.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh smirks.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to Hssarith.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith chuckles.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to Hssarith.

Smozh matter-of-factly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to Hssarith.

Smozh gets an odd expression on his face.

Smozh chortles softly and draws tiny circles in the air with the tip of his tail.

Smozh quietly says something to himself in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Hssarith.

Smozh matter-of-factly says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods at Hssarith, obviously agreeing with his views.

Smozh asks something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh raises an eyebrow in Hssarith's direction.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh nods to Hssarith.

Smozh quietly says something in S'Kra Mur.

The tip of Smozh's tail makes lazy circles in the air.

Hssarith says something in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh gives Hssarith a slight nod.

Clan Leader Hssarith just went down.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh smiles slowly, then broadening into a fang-filled grin. Finally Smozh cackles with glee.

Smozh cackles to himself!

You shake your head.

You ask, "Do I want to know?"

Smozh quietly exclaims something to you in S'Kra Mur.

Smozh laughs at himself.

Smozh chortles softly and draws tiny circles in the air with the tip of his tail.

You sigh.

You tap yourself on the chest.

You shake your head.

(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)
Smozh whispers, "The Adan'f... gave ME... a mission!"

You smile at Smozh.

Smozh chuckles.

>whisper smozh May I inquire as to what it involves?
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh whispers, "If this is not the epitomy of irony, than I have no tail."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You ponder.

You laugh!

Smozh nods to you.

Smozh whispers, "May want to collect an orb or two... while we are here."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh kneels down and begins to pray.

>whisper smo You still have not told me of your mission...
You whisper to Smozh.

Smozh closes his eyes and begins to pray.

Smozh continues to pray.

Smozh continues to pray.

As Smozh stands, he is enveloped in a bright flash of light.

You sigh.

You say in Ilithic, "Waste of breath, he is."

You shake your head.

Smozh fades into view, grinning widely with a softly glowing orb in hand.

Smozh puts his orb in his catapult basket.

Doomsayer Smozh's group just went up.
[Wyvern Mountain, Cavern]
Veins of gold and precious gems glitter from the walls of the cave, reflecting what little light exists here. In the center of the cave, a statue of a S'kra Mur male has been sculpted from the stalagmites which litter the floor of the cavern, scorning any foreign marble or granite. A stone cobra rears up before him, hood spread wide and fangs bared in a sibilant hiss of wind. You also see a black arch and a white arch.

Smozh glances at you.

Doomsayer Smozh's group went under a white arch.

[Wyvern Trail, Clearing]
Tangled brush surrounds a small clearing on all sides, save for a narrow trail which leads east. Next to the trail lies the twisted remains of a once mighty oak tree, its limbs shattered, its trunk blackened by fire. A faint smell of charred woodsmoke hangs on the still air to tickle the senses. Footprints criss-cross the clearing between the trail and a particularly rough patch of brush.
Also here: Doomsayer Smozh.
Obvious paths: none.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx pads into the area.

The mountain lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I will convey this latest in five roisen, for those who would wish to know."

You gaze directly at a dappled-grey mountain lynx, concentrating intently on it before you see the image of Fierolan appear in your mind.

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Can't you just gweth it?"

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx sniffs the ground.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I could, but I prefer to meet in person. Do you make everyone's life so difficult?"

(Ayrell leans over and says something softly to Smozh.)

>whisper smozh I wish to know more of your conversation with him...
You whisper to Smozh.

The mountain lynx growls, "Hello."

You smile faintly.

You say, "Hello."

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "But I also heard others ask the same question, so I know I'm not the only one who's interested in such."

The mountain lynx growls, "My master received a message from a stranger."

You rise to a kneeling position.

You stand back up.

You nod.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "That's wonderful! I will be conveying the message to those who will come to the hollow for such."

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "I gathered."

You say, "I was gone far longer than anticipated, yes. "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "It would behoove anyone intending to hunt the Adan'f within the next five..roisen...to come."

The mountain lynx growls, "Are you well?"

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

You say, "I am, I believe."

Smozh whispers, "Who does the cat belong to?"
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You ask, "Perhaps your master might be willing to meet with me in a short while?"

The mountain lynx growls, "Do you know the place?"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "2 roisen."

You say, "I do."

You ask, "Shall I find a way to contact him when I am ready?"

The mountain lynx growls, "I will know when you are ready."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "One roisen. Anyone is welcome at the hollow for the latest message. Afterwards, perhaps, I shall gweth it."

>whisper Smozh It belongs to my "Captain."
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You nod.

Smozh whispers, "What is the cat saying?"
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You say, "I should not be too much longer."

The mountain lynx growls, "Do you mind if I remain and follow you?"

You say, "I do not mind, but let me consult with.... him."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh casually observes the area.

Smozh turns his gaze to the sky for a few moments.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

The mountain lynx growls, "Do what you must, of course."

>whisper Smozh Would you mind if the lynx remains for a short while? He will be unable to understand our conversation...
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh gestures.

A beam of clear silvery-blue light descends from the heavens.

Smozh whispers, "I do not trust it, though I will trust your judgement."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh gestures.

The faint, transparent image of a large slitted gold eye wavers in the sky above.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You nod to Smozh.

>whisper Smozh I trust that he will be unable to understand us, which makes me feel more comforted.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh gestures.

You say, "It is all right if you stay."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "In the sake of being diplomatic, the Clan Leader, seeing the disinterest on behalf of those to parley here at the hollow, has expediated his plans."

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "All who are in the woods hunting the Adan'f, from this point hencewise, may be expected to be hunted in turn."

Smozh whispers, "The Clan Leader has requested I make arrangements for him to speak with a governor of Ilithi."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Your mind hears Millimbar thinking, "Nope, they attack on sight."

>whisper Smozh Who are you thinking to have him speak to?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

The mountain lynx growls, "Very well."

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Didn't they always hunt back? Wasn't that why I healed people who'd been noosed? What's changed?"

Your mind hears Millimbar thinking, "Nothing's changed, Cindi"

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Ok. Just checking."

Smozh whispers, "An excellent question. Sadly, there is no ruler to speak of. Aside from the Three..."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You nod to Smozh.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I believe the term assasinate may be more reliably used. Followed to your homes and such."

Your mind hears Forgenash thinking, "maybe meanin they will hunt those that hunt them, outside their area?"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I do."

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx scratches itself.

>whisper Smozh I may be able to assist in that task. What else did he have to say?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Your mind hears Millimbar thinking, "I can guarantee that if they make repeated ventures into the city there will be serious reprecussions."

Smozh whispers, "He would say little, though should I achieve success I may be granted the title of Urhhsu. I fear it would be little more than a bullseye on my brow."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx looks upward negligently.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I can convey this. Or you can. It is not my concern. My duty is done."

You nod at Smozh, in complete agreement with his views.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "You may send forth bargainners if you would, but the lack of interest in the first place is rather what expediated things. I would not hunt in the wood at this time."

Smozh whispers, "How can you be of assistance in reaching the Three?"
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx scratches itself.

>whisper Smozh I have my ways that you perhaps are not aware of.  Did he say anything further in regards to his request for truce?

You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "Only that Shard does not concern him greatly. It seems that he truely is only worried about his home."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

>whisper Smozh The woods?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "Yes. Though I believe there may be a greater threat at hand. The Adan'f are not known for peace, unless it comes at the heel of war."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

>whisper Smozh You believe they will attack regardless of an agreement for peace?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "No, not at all. I believe that some more sinister threat is driving them from thier woods. They will have peace with Ilithi... though I worry that the darkness that has urged them into it will follow them... to Shard."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You frown.

You ponder the meaning of Smozh's existence.

>whisper Smozh So you believe that they request a peaceful meeting with someone of position in Shard?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

>whisper Smozh Or should we have reason to suspect that they will attack?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "I know it shall be peaceful. The Adan'f may be aggressive, but they are honorable. They rose up and killed their Dragon Priest masters only because they had been shamed with ignoble tasks to complete."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh glances at a dappled-grey mountain lynx.

(Ayrell glances thoughtfully in the direction of the mountain lynx.)

You nod to Smozh.

>whisper Smozh Would you be opposed to accompanying me to a meeting briefly?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "To see your captain? I will not attend you. It would cause unwanted eyes to follow."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

>whisper Smozh Is there anything else of importance that you could share with me in regards to your conversation?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

>whisper Smozh If you wish to know, I am going to attempt to arrange that meeting...
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers, "Know that the Adan'f attacks we have seen are from disorganized youth, senile elderly, and jaded and dejected soldiers. There has been no form, and yet the attacks take great toll on the city each time. A true invasion, with the full force of the Clan, would cause Shard to fade to memory. This is not a threat, but rather a warning. The Adan'f should be heard, lest Shard face another bloody chapter in its story."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You frown.

You nod. Smozh whispers, "Go to your elven kin, and walk softly in the shadow of the mountain. I cannot afford to be discovered now. And neither can you."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh looks thoughtfully at you.

(Ayrell nods slowly, her eyes closing for a moment as if in deep contemplation before opening once again.)

>whisper Smozh Shall I meet up with you in a short while?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh nods to you.

Smozh whispers, "Send me warning, and I will find you."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You nod to Smozh.

Smozh whispers, "Be gone swiftly."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

(travel)

What to do Next (log)

[Fayrin's Rest, Modren Daelfa]
A twisting path winds a lazy route through the brush and bracken. Nearby, several small homes encircle the base of an elderly oak, like tiny acorns shed by the massive tree. The delicious smell of fresh bread wafts from one of the homes, mingling comfortably with the cool scents of the surrounding woodland. You also see an abandoned red fieldstone cabin, an oak log house with a huge marble fountain spouting crystal clear water, an abandoned stacked stone home, a stacked stone cottage with a huge marble fountain spouting crystal clear water, a rustic pine log cabin with vibrant red roses and ivy twining across the arch of its door, an oak log cottage, an abandoned fieldstone cottage, and a yew frame dwelling.

You notice as a dappled-grey mountain lynx pads into the area.

The mountain lynx begins to watch the goings on carefully.

You say, "You may tell your master that I will meet him when he is ready."

You glance down at your empty hands.

You ponder.

The mountain lynx growls, "He is on his way."

The mountain lynx sits down.

The mountain lynx growls, "He is in the office."

You nod.

You say, "I shall be there momentarily. I wish to leave a slight pause between our arrivals."

The mountain lynx growls, "Excellent. I will return to him, then."

You notice a dappled-grey mountain lynx stand back up.

The mountain lynx pads off.

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Any S'kra around who also speak Common and can translate?"

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Any? Any at all?"

[Dragon's Spine, River Camp]
The canyon widens, its slope less severe, as the trail climbs steeply into the mountains. Icy clear water trickles though a small channel in the boulder strewn stream bed. A small circle of charcoal blackened stones grace a small flat sandbar that is nestled like a comb between the braids of the twining riverbed. You also see a granite gargoyle.
Obvious paths: southwest, west.

You recite:

   "Neath the depths of darkness I go to 'scape the prying eyes of light under Dragon's Spine I crawl to crawl out from under the dragon's shadow."

Something rustles in the bushes.

A Mountain Elf ranger steps from behind a tree and beckons for you to follow. He says little, but leads you into a mazelike series of tunnels and caverns. After a grueling journey underground, you emerge on the surface and are led to...

[Mountain Road]
The great round bulk of the Fortress of Chyolvea Tayeu'a squats atop the mountain peak. Its smooth black surface is stained by weather, but not scarred by wear or war. The great almhara doors, almost large enough to admit a Dragon, stand open just wide enough to pass through, splitting their inlaid silver eye-in-triskele symbol down the center.
Obvious paths: southwest.

The Ranger says, "Return here and recite the poem again when you are ready to leave."

>go door [Chyolvea Tayeu'a, Hall of Duty]
A narrow shaft of sunlight blazes through the narrow opening between a pair of massive almhara doors. It pierces the gloom of this wide, curving hall, illuminating the closely set polished black stones of the floor.
Obvious exits: north, out.

(travel)

[Chyolvea Tayeu'a, Office]
Though the main features of the office are a simple and functional ebonwood desk and chair, the beige carpet, light deobar paneling, and numerous lanterns give the room a sense of luxury in contrast to the rest of the fortress. A small stone fireplace set in the wall opposite the desk keeps the room comfortably warm. You also see a dark oak door.
Also in the room: Magess Kitya and Knight Magister Fierolan.
Obvious exits: none.

Kitya rolls up her Yavash scroll.

You nod politely.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Greetings, Ayrell Evyntine."

You smile at Kitya.

Kitya curtsies to you.

You bow to Kitya.

Fierolan smiles.

Kitya puts her scroll in her black baladrana.

You say in Ilithic, "Hello, Kitya. "

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "I was slightly disturbed by the messenger. Do you know her?"

Kitya closes a dark oak door.

You say in Ilithic, "I know her somewhat. I met her while on a trip to Crossing a short time back. She decided to come here and see the place I spoke so fondly of, but I was not able to speak with her for very long before being called away."

You smile.

Fierolan nods.

You say in Ilithic, "She is of the Mountain."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "She made it sound as though you might be in danger."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "To be perfectly honest, I believe I was."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "We were concerned. You were hidden from my gaze, but Anlorahle found you."

Kitya smiles lynx

Kitya casually observes the area.

Kitya clears her throat.

You smile.

You say in Ilithic, "I must say that I am surprised the messenger found you."

You chuckle.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I did not know I was so easily found. I tried to contact you via the albredine ring."

You say in Ilithic, "I was in an area where thoughts could not reach me, unfortunately."

Fierolan nods.

You say in Ilithic, "It would have been unwise for me to do anything in response anyway. Perhaps it was for the best."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "What has been transpiring?"

You say in Ilithic, "The Adan'f are seeking their truce."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Meanne seems to be ranting about it."

You say in Ilithic, "Meanne knows nothing."

Fierolan chuckles.

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Not surprising."

You say in Ilithic, "She was present when the Adan'f arrived. He recognized her and pointed her out, which undoubtedly made her feel important."

(Kitya stares into the fire, her gaze glazing over as if her mind is elsewhere.)

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Yes, she is very susceptible to that, I would imagine."

Fierolan sits down on the ebonwood chair.

You say in Ilithic, "He was actually seeking Smozh."

Fierolan nods.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "There are appearances that Xelten and Smozh are not getting along at the hollow."

You blush slightly, the tips of your ears flushing with warmth.

You say in Ilithic, "That is a different story..."

Kitya frowns distractedly.

You glance at Fierolan, a male Elf.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Is that an act, or the truth?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I wonder if they will duel."

You say in Ilithic, "I should perhaps explain at some point... It is no act, I am afraid."

Fierolan sighs.

(Kitya glances back, alert.)

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Perhaps they will never get along."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I cannot force them to."

(Ayrell nibbles her lower lip nervously as she casts her eyes down to the floor.)

You say in Ilithic, "Redfers killed Xelten earlier."

You say in Ilithic, "I hear it was quite a show."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Xelten seemed quite annoyed by it, but he has a tendency to get himself in situations over his head."

You cough.

You nod in agreement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I must say I had a little chuckle at his expense."

Fierolan smirks.

You say in Ilithic, "I believe we all did."

You say in Ilithic, "Sadly enough."

Fierolan smiles faintly

You say in Ilithic, "Anyway, Smozh and I had a private meeting with the Adan'f."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Oh, really? That must have been very instructive."

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

You say in Ilithic, "It was... different."

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh has been given a mission."

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

Kitya glances at you.

You say in Ilithic, "He has been asked to find some way to arrange a meeting with Hssarith, their clan leader, and a govenor of Ilithi."

Kitya raises an eyebrow.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "A governor of Ilithi? Do they mean of Shard?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "No one rules Ilithi outright."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Yes, very strange request."

Fierolan nods at Kitya, obviously agreeing with her views.

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that he is seeking audience with anyone of position in Shard."

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh swears on his tail that the meeting would be peaceful."

You chortle softly at some secret joke.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Hopefully. One can hardly hope to have a productive meeting while casting spells and waving a sword about."

You say in Ilithic, "This... Hssarith. He seemed very civilized. Very polite."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I could volunteer myself to speak on behalf of the Mountain, but I cannot speak for Shard, or the other autonomous regions."

Kitya laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Fierolan smiles at Kitya.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I am overhearing a mockery of Xelten."

Fierolan rolls his eyes.

Fierolan gazes upward.

Kitya chuckles to herself.

You ask in Ilithic, "By whom?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Will they never cease?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Those gathered at the hollow."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I highly doubt he realizes what a laughingstock he tends to make of himself."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "He really does know how to play the fool."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I believe he intends it. Though, I am not sure it suits his purpose as much as he wishes."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "His honor only reveals how inept he can be."

Kitya laughs!

You smile.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "But... That aside."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I apologize."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "No, that is fine. We will speak of that later, perhaps."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "As you wish."

Kitya bows to Fierolan.

Fierolan smiles slightly.

(Fierolan inclines his head to Kitya.)

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Do you believe a meeting between myself and this clan leader may be productive, Ayrell?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "What do you see as his objectives?"

You say to Fierolan in Ilithic, "Smozh believes that it is not the full will of the Adan'f to come in search of peace. From what their clan leader spoke, there is something that they are afraid of that is pushing them from the woods."

Kitya ponders.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It will behoove us to determine what this fear is."

You say in Ilithic, "There is fear that this might perhaps following the Adan'f into the city once they take the wood, and that it could be dangerous to all who live here."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It would be in the Adan'f's interests to share this with us, then. We could join together."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Do you not agree?"

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that they seek peace because they desire freedom in the city to free themselves from the wood and the danger they are finding there."

You say in Ilithic, "I do agree."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I see no reason not to coexist peacefully, if all can abide by it. But I cannot speak for Shard."

You say in Ilithic, "Which is why Smozh is so certain that their meeting would be peaceful. Their own safety depends on it."

Fierolan nods in agreement.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "It does make sense."

You say in Ilithic, "Perhaps you could speak with him. It may very well at the very least give us some more insight."

You ask in Ilithic, "Do you know of anyone other than the three who might be willing to speak with him?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I would welcome a discussion. Hmm..."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "There are perhaps the candidates for Ferdahl."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Endsalka, Sidune, Kulainik, Aemmin."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Kulainik is unfortunately ill at the present, though, and Aemmin tends to him."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "The Three speak officially for Shard now, though. Until the selection of a Ferdahl."

You ask in Ilithic, "Would you know of a way to speak to them?"

You say in Ilithic, "The Three that is..."

You say in Ilithic, "Or one of them."

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "No. Not immediately. If I wanted to speak with them, I would write a letter requesting a meeting."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I have not had the need as yet."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I think that a meeting with them is what the clan leader is truly hoping for."

Fierolan nods.

Kitya ponders.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Shard is closer than the Queen's realm. So I do not blame them, there. Though I would call the Queen the dominant power in the region, of course."

Kitya frowns , gazing intently at a spot on the floor before her.

You nod.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I could write a letter to the Three, perhaps. But I could guarantee nothing, as it would be new to me."

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

You say in Ilithic, "Any attempt would be appreciated. I feel they would listen to you before they listen to me."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "They have perhaps more of a history with me."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Xelten is publically declaring his will to free one of the Mountain enslaved by Smozh."

Kitya glances at Fierolan.

Fierolan furrows his brow.

You blush slightly, the tips of your ears flushing with warmth.

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "What is this?"

Fierolan asks you in Ilithic, "Is this part of your plan?"

You say in Ilithic, "I should probably be heading out..."

Kitya glances at you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You may speak freely in front of Kitya, of course."

You nod.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I trust her implicitly."

Fierolan smiles at Kitya.

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "Mental hold?"

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "Over who?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "She sees over a moonbeam."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Kitya looks about with a puzzled expression on her face.

You frown.

You say in Ilithic, "I truly do not know what I am going to do...."

You shake your head.

You sigh.

A pained expression crosses Kitya's face.

Fierolan says to you in Ilithic, "Anything I could help with? Unburden yourself."

Kitya frowns , her gaze focusing inward.

You say in Ilithic, "Xelten informed me that he will bargain with Smozh for my freedom.... in exhange for my loyalty to him and the Queen."

You laugh!

You cough.

Kitya gasps!

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "To him? I understand the Queen, but loyalty to him?"

You nod to Fierolan.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "He would have you exchange one form of slavery for another?"

You say in Ilithic, "Those were his exact words."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "No subject of a Queen is a slave."

Kitya lets out a long sigh of relief.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "*The* Queen, I should say."

Kitya casually observes the area.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Is there any water around here? I could use a drink."

Fierolan gets a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine from inside his travel pack.

Fierolan asks Kitya in Ilithic, "Wine?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Or wine."

Kitya nods.

Fierolan offers Kitya a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine.

Kitya accepts Fierolan's Blosu Lorel wine.

You say in Ilithic, "This is the reason I am so concerned."

Kitya bows to Fierolan.

Fierolan nods to you.

Kitya says to Fierolan in Ilithic, "Thank you."

Kitya takes a sip of her wine.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Do not give yourself to him without clarifying that. You must not be his slave."

Fierolan smiles at Kitya.

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

Fierolan says to you in Ilithic, "I do not mean to keep you, if you must leave, but our conversation is most enlightening."

(Kitya sips distractly.)

You say in Ilithic, "When he told me the stipulations, my response was this: "That seems like a small price to pay for such a large favor. I am forever loyal to the Queen." I said nothing to agree to the loyalty to him."

Fierolan nods.

You shake your head.

(Kitya sips distractedly.)

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Loyalty to him is not equivalent to loyalty to the Queen."

You say in Ilithic, "But I fear that his arguments currently are due to his desire to bargain with Smozh."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "What is this between him and Smozh? This latest, I mean."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Do you have the time?"

You say in Ilithic, "I fear a confrontation will be coming shortly."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Smozh may get a bad reputation from this. There are those questioning him at the hollow."

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

You ask in Ilithic, "What more has Xelten said?"

You ask in Ilithic, "Does he continue to speak of Smozh's enslaved elf?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Oh."

Kitya blinks.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "He has not revealed a name."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "He speaks of it. People wish to know more."

You nod.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "If he is "unsuccessful" he may enlist further support."

You say in Ilithic, "I am afraid I will have to leave you."

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

You say in Ilithic, "I cannot let this progress."

You frown.

Fierolan nods to you.

Kitya gazes at you.

Fierolan stands up.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Good luck, I suppose."

You say in Ilithic, "I apologize for the abruptness. I promise I will be in touch with you."

Fierolan nods to you.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I will look forward to it."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Be safe, Lady Ayrell."

Kitya bows to you.

You smile at Kitya.

Fierolan glances at an albredine crystal ring.

You say in Ilithic, "I will try. Safe paths to you both."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Fortune watch over you."

You bow to Kitya.

Fierolan bows to you.

You bow to Fierolan.

You open a dark oak door.

Fierolan smiles.

The Confrontation (log)

Your mind hears Pythol thinking, "meanne you're crazy"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "If sane is the norm around here, I'm glad of it, dahling."

Your mind hears Pythol thinking, "you've never been normal my dear, i give you that credit"

You hear your mental voice echo, Taidala amese?

You concentrate on projecting your thoughts.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "I suppose I should be offended. Alas, I am not."

Your mind hears Pythol thinking, "that was a compliment"

A few fluffy white clouds drift into the sky above.

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Ism gizil'rasha."

[Milene's Rose, Tavern]
Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican.

You see Smozh already occupying the booth.
[Milene's Rose, Private Booth]
Circular and featuring just the right compliment of shadows to light, comfortable seats, padded with blue velvet upholstery that features the signature black rose motif of Milene's, await those who enter here. The soft perfume of flowers drifts through the air, and a crisp midnight blue cloth of thick linen covers the tabletop.
Also in the room: Doomsayer Smozh.

You settle yourself on the comfortable seats.

Smozh gives you a slight nod.

Your mind hears Caladorn thinking, "q'alrin: nido'a"

You nod to Smozh.

You give Smozh a slight nod.

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "I will surmise that you do not realize that you just insulted Ilithi. I will forgive it."

Smozh whispers, "Your elvenkin wants to speak with me... quite badly."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Your mind hears Caladorn thinking, "It was a Greeting, not an insult "

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "It was a greeting and an insult, actually."

>whisper Smozh He wishes to discuss the issue of... my freedom.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Your mind hears Caladorn thinking, "Uh no, just a greeting"

Smozh chortles softly at some secret joke.

Your mind hears Caladorn thinking, "As in common: Hello"

Your mind hears Forgenash thinking, "lovely fall afternoon we are havin isnt it"

Your mind hears Caladorn thinking, "Hey Forg"

Smozh whispers, "I fear he may not like that the arrangement is not up for negotiation."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

>whisper Smozh Perhaps you should tell him that then.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You join Smozh's group.

Smozh whispers, "Where should we speak with him?"
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

>whisper Smozh I am not sure. Where would you be most comfortable?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Your mind hears Xand thinking, "Meanne, sorry that you left before I did have a moment to thank you for sharing your information as well. "

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "It's of no consequence. I will not bother again."

Smozh whispers, "Somewhere safe."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh ponders.

>whisper Smozh Is the usual place in the Moon Mage guild not safe?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh ponders.

You stand back up.

Doomsayer Smozh's group just went out.
[Milene's Rose, Tavern]
Roomy and rectangular, the tavern for Milene's Rose is always busy, but strangely never so full that it becomes unbearably crowded. A booth in the corner allows for privacy, and a bar offers service for the thirsty and the hungry. There is little sign of disarray anywhere. You also see the publican. Also in the room: Doomsayer Smozh. Obvious exits: east.

(travel)

Doomsayer Smozh's group went through a narrow tunnel of arching trees.
[Kukalakai's Grove, Dim Glade]
Secluded and shaded by a circle of ban-minahle trees, this is the perfect place for contemplating deep thoughts -- which may be why it was the Lady Kukalakai's favorite place to do exactly that. Thick grass grows up around a ring of benches in the center of the glade, and the vaguest hint of honeysuckle drifts through the air. The quiet twittering of wrens completes the sense of relaxation. Here even the over-agitated can be content to simply be. You also see a narrow tunnel leading back through the trees.
Also here: Doomsayer Smozh.

Smozh searches around for a moment.

You search around for a moment.

You don't find anything of interest here.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

You melt into the background, fairly confident that your attempt to hide was not noticed.

A young wolf pads into the area.

A young wolf sits down.

Smozh seems to be waiting for something.

Xelten just arrived, stepping from a wilderness trail.

The young wolf suddenly catches a scent and heads to some nearby woods to hunt.

Xelten pulls down the hood of his cloak.

Smozh gives Xelten a slight nod.

Xelten gazes silently at Smozh.

Smozh gives a slight nod.

You come out of hiding.

Smozh glances at you.

Xelten bows to you.

You bow to Xelten.

Dancing from one cloud to another, the sun wends its way towards evening.

Smozh comes and stands near you.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers, "Ask him what he wants."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You nod to Smozh.

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "He wants to know what you want..."

Xelten gazes at you.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "You wish to be present?"

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "He demands it."

You frown.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Very well."

Smozh seems to be waiting for something.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "How may I speak that he will understand me?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I will not have you translate for me this time."

>whisper Smozh He wishes to know how he may speak that you will understand. He does not wish for me to translate.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh fixes Xelten with a cold, reptilian stare.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures at Xelten.

Small motes of light flicker for a moment around Smozh, then fade.

Smozh furrows his brow.

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Smozh eats a cebi root.

Smozh mutters cryptically to himself.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Is a healer at the hollow?"

Smozh gestures.

A beam of clear silvery-blue light descends from the heavens.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

The faint, transparent image of a large slitted gold eye wavers in the sky above.

>whisper Smozh Is everything all right?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Your mind hears Smozh thinking, "Is there -anyone- at the hollow?"

Smozh gestures.

A beam of ruby brilliance splits the sky.

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Your mind hears Zaraxuss thinking, "I was just there and was only a trader out there"

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "TRADER?!"

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten fixes Smozh with a serene, lofty stare.

Smozh whispers, "You both wait here."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Your mind hears Cindi thinking, "Haha."

You nod to Smozh.

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh gestures.

Doomsayer Smozh went through a narrow tunnel leading back through the trees.

Xelten raises an eyebrow in your direction.

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "I believe that his wounds were preventing his ability to communicate via thoughts."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Very well, I shall wait."

Xelten searches around for a moment.

The blue moonbeam fades somewhat.

Your mind hears Meanne thinking, "... it is strongly discouraged to hunt Adan'f at this time, particularly the northwestern quadrant."

Xelten frowns at you.

You say in Ilithic, "I apologize for the inconvenience of my presence."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It is not an inconvenience to me."

You say in Ilithic, "I could not convince him to let me leave the two of you alone."

Xelten chuckles to himself.

You say in Ilithic, "I believe he fears you will kill him."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Fears he me that much? If I had wanted him slain, I'd have done it, though that is not to say that I will not do it yet."

You nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Does he know what I will say?"

You say in Ilithic, "I do not imagine so unless he has heard rumors. Even while away from him I caught whispers of things you were saying at the Hollow..."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That was my intention."

You nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Those present were not worth my breath."

You ask in Ilithic, "Oh?"

You peer quizzically at Xelten.

A butterfly, with wings that seem made of translucent pearl, flutters by in search of nectar.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "A fool and a pacifist will aid me little. But those who always watch the hollow, my words might have set things in motion which will keep me from needing formalities."

You nod.

A fierce blue-white glare forces you to avert your eyes for a moment. When it subsides, a blue Moongate stands before you, rippling slightly.

Smozh steps out of the Moongate, which collapses immediately behind him.

You say in Ilithic, "That makes sense."

Xelten glances at Smozh.

The blue moonbeam is now too faint to be seen.

You cough.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh leans on his staff.

You say to Smozh, "Otoh'sssag, Hidguruc."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh tips his hood to you with a courteous nod.

Smozh gestures at Xelten.

Small motes of light flicker for a moment around Smozh, then fade.

Smozh mumbles something unprintable.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "His magic fails?"

>whisper Smozh Is it not working?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh gazes intently at Xelten.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten fixes Smozh with a serene, lofty stare.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten says, "Very well."

Xelten asks Smozh, "Know you what I wish, S'Kra?"

Smozh raises an eyebrow in Xelten's direction.

Xelten glances at you.

You ponder.

Xelten says to Smozh, "You presently enslave an Elf. One of my own."

Smozh looks thoughtfully at Xelten.

Smozh glances at you.

Smozh looks at Xelten and shrugs.

Xelten narrows his eyes.

Smozh leans on his staff.

Smozh slowly opens his sack, as he watches those around him.

Smozh rummages through a mottled reaver-hide sack with bone-tipped strings searching with intent, but it quickly becomes apparent he's not got a clue where to look.

Xelten says, "We are currently in a position which would make it unfortunate for you to be... made no longer a problem."

Xelten sternly says, "But do not think that I will not make it so if necessary."

Xelten says, "As such, it would be most convenient for us to strike a bargain. Rest assured, Ayrell will be freed from your grasp."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh fixes Xelten with a cold, reptilian stare.

Xelten says, "I am not concerned with what Meanne would agree or disagree with regarding this. I am aware of my authority in that respect."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten says, "Your understanding of my mission is less than you would like it, S'Kra."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

A few scattered clouds reflect the warm glow of the sun as it descends towards its rest.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten asks, "For what do you require her?"

Smozh gestures.

Smozh comes and stands near you.

Xelten growls low in the back of his throat.

Xelten says, "Her noble blood will NOT serve you any longer. You seem to misunderstand. She WILL be freed. I am asking what you wish in return, though I need not give anything at all."

Smozh grows still, fixing Xelten with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Smozh is looking at you very closely.

Smozh gazes at you.

Smozh commands you to Pel!

(Ayrell raises her hands to her head as if fighting some kind of mental battle before crying out sharply.)

You grimace.

You sit down.

Smozh glances at Xelten.

Xelten lowers his head, bares his teeth and lets loose with a guttural snarl that sounds frighteningly like a mountain lion.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten says to Smozh, "Convince me."

(Ayrell lowers her eyes to the floor in humiliation.)

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten gazes at you.

Xelten says to you, "Stand."

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

You kneel.

You stand back up.

Xelten glances at Smozh.

Xelten asks Smozh, "And you feel yourself so worthy to command her, why?"

Xelten appears to be concentrating intently on something.

Smozh grows extremely still as he turns an intensely calculating look on you.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten asks Smozh, "What is her worth to you?"

Smozh commands you to Prestatu!

(Ayrell stares at Smozh in horror as she reaches down to her scabbard.)

You get a scimitar from inside your ornate scabbard.

You exclaim to Smozh, "Please NO!"

Xelten gazes at you.

You grimace.

You shudder.

Xelten calmly says to you, "Put your weapon away."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Birdsong echoes in cheerful cascades of sound.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh shakes his head at you.

You clutch your scimitar, your palms sweating with fear.

Xelten says to Smozh, "There are three ways I can release her."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says to Smozh, "I can kill you, or you can let her go. Or I can simply destroy your mental hold."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

The sun vanishes behind a multicolored splendor of clouds as night slowly drapes its starry banner across the skies.

Xelten says, "My purposes with Meanne? You say it as though I have some diabolical plot."

Xelten says, "If Meanne does not know I am loyal, she will see it in time. This matter relates more to what I am doing than you can possibly comprehend."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

>whisper Smozh You know I cannot kill him, correct?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Xelten fixes Smozh with a serene, lofty stare.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

You clutch your scimitar, your palms sweating with fear.

Smozh whispers, "I know. I simply want to give him a show. You are playing well."

Xelten glances at you.

(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You hear someone chanting musically.

Smozh searches around for a moment.

Xelten points at Smozh.

Smozh glances at Xelten.

Smozh frowns.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Stow your blade."

You put your scimitar in your ornate scabbard.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Your mind hears Pfanston thinking, "stay out of adan'f folks. Folks should not go in there!"

Far overhead, stars twinkle in the night sky. Their light is friendly and comforting in this place.

Xibar sets, slowly dropping below the horizon.

Your mind hears Pfanston thinking, "For those who dont know there is some kind of truce with adan'f right now so no hunting in adan'f till we figure out whats going on."

Your mind hears Pfanston thinking, "That includes dancers."

Your mind hears Pfanston thinking, "if there an empath around we got someone east of the adan'f safe spot with a bunch of death scars."

You hear the rustle of fabric nearby.

A soft breeze rustles the fallen flower petals. They make a soft whispering sound in the gentle breeze.

Xelten glares at Smozh.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Again."

You hear someone chanting musically.

Caelumia gestures at Smozh.

Smozh jerks his head, grimaces, and clenches his fists.

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "Should I bring him to unconsciousness?"

Smozh slowly tips over and falls down.

Smozh rises to a kneeling position.

Smozh stands up.

Xelten says to Smozh, "You will release her, or I will destroy your mind."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You shudder.

Smozh is already guarding someone.

Caelumia gazes intently at Smozh.

Caelumia makes a careless gesture as she begins an almost musical chant.

Caelumia gestures at Xelten.

Smozh picks up a gnarled ironwood staff.

Smozh slings his staff over his shoulder.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Again."

You grimace.

Caelumia shifts her weight.

Caelumia makes a careless gesture as she begins an almost musical chant.

Caelumia makes a careless gesture as she begins an almost musical chant.

You ask in Ilithic, "Is there no other way to accomplish this?"

You glance at Caelumia, a female Elf.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten says to Caelumia, "Wait."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says to Smozh, "Very well, enlighten my small elven mind."

Caelumia gazes off to the east.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh frowns.

Smozh scans the sky from horizon to horizon.

Xelten gets a glossy axinite runestone from inside his spidersilk cloak.

Xelten rubs a glossy axinite runestone.

Xelten seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten gestures at Smozh.

Smozh collapses as if dead.

Xelten puts his runestone in his spidersilk cloak.

You kneel down upon the ground before Smozh.

You grab Smozh by the shoulders and shake him!

You grimace.

Smozh stirs, groaning softly.

Smozh sits up.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

You stand back up.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh nods.

Smozh says something in S'Kra Mur.

Xelten glances at you.

Xelten asks, "What has he said?"

You glance at Xelten, a male Elf.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh gazes off to the west.

>whisper Smozh What did you say?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh whispers, "Nothing that concerns this one. I am now without doubt of his loyalties."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You frown.

Smozh scans the sky from horizon to horizon.

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "He will not translate."

Xelten narrows his eyes.

Xelten says to Smozh, "If you will not explain yourself, then I must assume you are simply trying to save your soul."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh grows quiet, an intense look of introspection overtaking his features as his tail lowers slightly and stretches into stillness.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh glances at Xelten.

Xelten fixes Smozh with a serene, lofty stare.

Smozh grins at Xelten.

Smozh clears his throat.

Smozh coughs.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh sighs.

Smozh scans the sky from horizon to horizon.

Caelumia gazes up at the sky.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh furrows his brow.

Smozh glances at Xelten.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh kneels.

Smozh stands up.

Smozh dusts himself off.

Smozh whispers, "Tell him that I am deeply apologetic. He will understand in time."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "Smozh says that he is deeply apologetic but that you will understand in time."

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

Smozh shifts his weight.

Smozh folds his arms across his chest.

Xelten asks, "Apologetic?"

Xelten gazes at you.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh looks over Xelten very closely.

Xelten glances at Smozh.

>whisper Smozh He questions why you are apologetic.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says to Smozh, "I'm still listening if you wish to say more than that. Or my aid can continue destroying the link in another fashion."

Smozh gestures.

Smozh fixes Xelten with a cold, reptilian stare.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Caelumia asks Smozh in Ilithic, "I wish this was not necessary. Will you not attempt to clarify yourself here?"

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten gazes thoughtfully at Smozh.

Smozh fixes Xelten with a cold, reptilian stare.

Smozh nods.

Xelten glances at you.

You peer quizzically at Smozh.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Hit him again."

Smozh gets an odd expression on his face.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He bluffs at me."

Caelumia makes a careless gesture as she begins an almost musical chant.

Caelumia shifts her weight.

Caelumia gestures at Smozh.

Smozh shakes his head in pain!

Smozh slowly tips over and falls down.

Xelten fixes Smozh with a serene, lofty stare.

Smozh whispers, "I had thought that perhaps the fool had drawn some conclusion close to accurately... I was wrong, then."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh sits up.

You grimace.

>whisper Smozh What is going on?
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Whatever he says to you, ignore him."

You glance at Xelten, a male Elf.

Xelten says, "You seem to feel your mind more potent than it is, S'Kra."

Xelten gazes thoughtfully at Smozh.

Smozh whispers, "He is still under the impression that there is a bond between us. I will not tell him that he is wrong, but my purposes are no longer served by attempting to delude him into thinking that he is right."
(Smozh says something in a sibilant yet graceful dialect.)

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says, "It is weakened already. I wonder... if you will not tell me what I want to know..."

Xelten glances at Caelumia.

Xelten asks Caelumia in Ilithic, "Know you anything of pulling the thoughts from such a beast?"

Smozh gestures.

>whisper Smozh Please, I am sorry for all of this. I had no idea he would be this way.
You whisper to Smozh.
(Ayrell says something in a graceful though sibilant dialect.)

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Caelumia quietly says, "Please don't make this necessary."

Smozh gestures.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "I've never tried."

Smozh grows still, fixing Xelten with a cold, calculating look and lowering his tail slightly.

Xelten says to Smozh, "You've given me nothing but riddles."

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says to Smozh, "You've truly told me nothing."

Xelten says to Smozh, "For what reason should I care that you are a smozh? You have your uses, S'Kra, but I fail to see your use for one of my kind."

Your skin takes on a pasty color.

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Smozh gestures.

Smozh smiles at Xelten.

Smozh glances at a twisted bronze ring etched with images of dancing S'Kra.

Xelten narrows his eyes.

Smozh cackles to himself!

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Never mind. Kill him."

You say in Ilithic, "Please, that isn't necessary...."

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

You grimace.

Xelten glances at Caelumia.

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "You are certain?"

Smozh whispers softly as his words are carried away by an errant breeze.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Tell me why I should not."

You say in Ilithic, "If his mind is weakened all ready..."

You shake your head.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Convince me that you are not yet under his control."

Smozh scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.

You say in Ilithic, "I am afraid that I have no complete way of knowing."

You grimace.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

You glance at Smozh, a male S'Kra Mur.

Smozh scans the sky, looking for portents and insight.

Xelten gets a glossy axinite runestone from inside his spidersilk cloak.

Xelten rubs a glossy axinite runestone.

The axinite runestone crumbles into dust!

Smozh leans back.

Caelumia studies the ground for a moment.

Xelten seems to be concentrating intently on something.

Xelten gestures at Smozh.

Smozh collapses as if dead.

Xelten says to you, "Come with me."

Xelten holds hands with Caelumia.

Xelten clasps your hand tenderly.

Mage Xelten's group went through a narrow tunnel leading back through the trees.

(travel)

And the Award Goes to... (log)

Mage Xelten's group went through a dark oak door.
[Chyolvea Tayeu'a, Office]
Though the main features of the office are a simple and functional ebonwood desk and chair, the beige carpet, light deobar paneling, and numerous lanterns give the room a sense of luxury in contrast to the rest of the fortress. A small stone fireplace set in the wall opposite the desk keeps the room comfortably warm. You also see a dark oak door.

Xelten closes a dark oak door.

Caelumia mumbles something under her breath.

Xelten glances at you.

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "Wards?"

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Your mind cannot be touched here."

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

You nod to Xelten.

Xelten glances at an ebonwood chair.

Your skin takes on a pasty color.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Sit down."

You settle yourself on the ebonwood chair.

Xelten gets a flask of goblin-brewed brandy from inside his spidersilk cloak.

Xelten offers you a flask of goblin-brewed brandy. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You accept Xelten's offer and are now holding a flask of goblin-brewed brandy.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Drink this."

You glance at a flask of goblin-brewed brandy.

Caelumia wrinkles her nose.

You take a sip of the brandy.

Xelten gazes at you.

You take a sip of the brandy.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Speak your mind."

You glance at Xelten, a male Elf.

You ask in Ilithic, "What do you wish to know?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You made an attempt to defend him."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Is this his control, or your will?"

You grimace.

You say in Ilithic, "I don't know."

You say in Ilithic, "I think part of it has to do with our prior friendship. But at the same time, with everything he's done..."

You sigh.

You shake your head.

You say in Ilithic, "It is hard to know what is my real actions when around him."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "No friend pushes his will over you, Evyntine."

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "May I ask how this came about to begin with?"

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "Answer her, if you yet feel well enough."

You nod.

You take a sip of the brandy -- blech! Disgusting!

You say in Ilithic, "This stuff is horrible..."

You take a sip of the brandy -- blech! Disgusting!

Caelumia snickers.

Caelumia gets a brushed sliver flask engraved with Tokka cards from inside her leather longcoat.

You cough.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Yes, but it at least proves you do not have Bone blood."

Caelumia pours herself a shot of spiced rum from her flask.

You ponder.

Caelumia offers you a shot of spiced rum. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

You ask in Ilithic, "What do you mean?"

You accept Caelumia's offer and are now holding a shot of spiced rum.

You glance at a shot of spiced rum.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "They have a sensitivity to alcohol."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "That brandy is more than the goblins made it. I mix my own, if you understand my meaning."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I think so."

You take a sip of the rum. WHOA! You feel the heat all the way down your throat and into your belly.

You finish off the rest of it, and set the bottle aside.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Foul and strong, but it will kill one of them."

You glance at a flask of goblin-brewed brandy.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As you were saying."

You nod.

You ask Xelten in Ilithic, "Do you require this back?"

You point at a flask of goblin-brewed brandy you have.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "You may keep it for what purposes you may have. I've more."

You nod.

Caelumia gets some sacramental wine from inside her watersilk bag.

You take a sip of the brandy -- blech! Disgusting!

Caelumia puts her flask in her leather longcoat.

Caelumia drinks a portion of some sacramental wine.

You say to Caelumia in Ilithic, "Smozh and I were old friends before the war. He approached me some time ago and requested help with something..."

You say in Ilithic, "He said that he was in need of a guard."

You shake your head.

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "And this was a ruse?"

You say in Ilithic, "Apparently, he was in need of more than just a guard."

You take a sip of the brandy.

Your skin takes on a pasty color.

You say in Ilithic, "I still do not understand it all."

Caelumia asks in Ilithic, "Then what are you to him now exactly? A slave?"

You say in Ilithic, "I don't know."

You sigh.

You say in Ilithic, "I still have free roam unless he needs me for some reason."

You say in Ilithic, "As long as I do what he says while with him, he does not exert his will upon me forcefully."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He made you do things you did not wish to do."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "If anyone questions him or me, he becomes defensive."

You say in Ilithic, "He doesn't understand...."

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

You say in Ilithic, "He has always meant well, but he does not know exactly how to ... be... well."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I suspect he will not have learned anything from this encounter."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He does not seem the type to let his possessions go."

You say in Ilithic, "He will more than likely be more defensive."

You take a sip of the brandy -- blech! Disgusting!

Xelten calmly says to you in Ilithic, "I have risked much in this."

You hear a bump from a dark oak door.

The oak door suddenly opens.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group came through a dark oak door.

Xelten bows to Fierolan.

Fierolan bows.

You take a sip of the brandy -- blech! Disgusting!

You finish off the rest of it, and set the flask aside.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Hello, Lord Fierolan."

You glance at Fierolan, a male Elf.

You nod to Fierolan.

Caelumia casually observes the area.

Caelumia nods politely to Fierolan.

Xelten tips his cowl to Kitya with a courteous nod.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Greetings."

You nod to Kitya.

Kitya nods politely.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Xelten glances at you.

Xelten closes a dark oak door.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "An old friend of yours, this is, yes?"

Caelumia leans back.

You nod to Xelten.

You say in Ilithic, "An old friend, yes."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Ayrell? She was an officer of mine during the War."

Xelten asks Fierolan in Ilithic, "Were you aware of her predicament?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "We were familiar then, though I must say that our acquaintance diminished in the years since."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Her predicament?"

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

Fierolan sits down on the ebonwood chair.

Fierolan's throat contracts as a faint wisp of smoke rises from his lips.

Xelten says to you in Ilithic, "You do not need to say it again, rest your mind a moment."

You nod to Xelten.

Kitya glances at Fierolan.

(Ayrell leans forward, resting her head in her hands.)

(Fierolan furrows his brow, leaning forward over steepled fingers.)

Xelten says to Fierolan in Ilithic, "For some time she has been under the mental influence of a S'Kra Mur, a 'tailless'... Smozh."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Dishonored among his people, hmm? This 'Smozh' exercises some control over her, you say?"

You glance at Fierolan, a male Elf.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I do not yet understand the hold over her, but I have witnessed her being forced to serve him as none of our people should serve."

You grimace.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "To her own pain, in fact."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "In a more sober moment, she expressed that she does not wish to be in this bind."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Our people are not slaves. Nor shall we ever be."

Xelten nods in agreement.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As such, much to my own risk, I have sought to free her."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "How did this Smozh come to power over her?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "They had been friends before the war. At a point, he asked her to be a guard. But he seems to have wanted more than a guard - beyond that, we are uncertain."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Considering who Smozh has been connected with in the past, I can think of a few places he may have picked such an ability up."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "This is Caelumia Y'laeth, another Moon Mage. I brought her with me for her expertise on the matter of the mind."

Kitya frowns while standing stiffly.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Ahh, I see. I was about to suggest a fuller introduction of the lady."

Fierolan smiles slightly.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "It's been quite some time since we've spoken."

Caelumia smiles at Fierolan.

Fierolan nods at Caelumia, obviously agreeing with her views.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I do not now recall if we have been formally introduced before now."

Fierolan stands up.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "In any case, Fierolan Vanyahin, at your service."

Fierolan bows to Caelumia.

Caelumia bows to Fierolan.

Fierolan sits down on the ebonwood chair.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "I'm glad the Web has decided our threads should cross again."

Fierolan smiles.

Xelten clears his throat.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "As am I. How come you to be involved in this chain of events?"

Caelumia glances at Xelten.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She is one of our own. As you know, I have been seeking our people."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Ahh, of course. I wish to maintain at least a minimal contact with those of the Mountain who are willing."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It was my hope that participating in the rescuing of another of our kind would help to reveal her tendencies."

Fierolan raises an eyebrow.

You ponder.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "I see. Well, you said it was Ayrell's wish to be freed of her burden?"

Xelten nods.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "As such, I confronted Smozh earlier."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I did not intend to kill him, though was prepared to do so if I could find no other way of breaking his hold. I wished him to release her."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "As I am the official representative of the Mountain in Shard, I must say you have come to the right place. The enslavement of one concerns us all."

(Ayrell mumbles something softly to herself, shaking her head dejectedly.)

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Ultimately, he proved himself unwilling to free her. Regardless of his serpent mutterings, I chose to engage in... destroying his mind."

Fierolan asks Kitya in Ilithic, "Do you think a Pyschic Shield might sever the link?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Has this been attempted?"

(Fierolan glances from face to face.)

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I managed to weaken it long enough to bring her here."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Caelumia blasted his mind enough to cause him pain."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "This fortress is well-warded against magics. It may be safer for her here than in other locales."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "A psychic shield, if cast by a more powerful mage, should temporarily block the link."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I continued attempting to have him free her, but he would not. With the mineral axinite, I let loose a blast of life magic into his mind that rendered him unconscious."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Axinite? A runestone?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Indeed."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "The distance doubtlessly weakens his hold as well. Our magic is limited in that way."

Fierolan nods to Caelumia.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "So you tried bargaining with him and found it futile?"

You cough.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Indeed. If bargaining with his race is possible, it was--"

Xelten glances at you.

Xelten asks you in Ilithic, "Are you all right?"

Your skin takes on a pasty color.

Fierolan looks with concern at you.

You say in Ilithic, "I don't know."

You grimace.

Fierolan asks you in Ilithic, "I know it may be diffucult for you to speak... But it is your wish to be freed from your situation?"

You stand back up.

You say in Ilithic, "There is a slight problem..."

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

Caelumia cocks her head at you.

You say in Ilithic, "I --"

You grimace.

Your eyes roll back in your head as your knees buckle. All goes dark until you open your eyes again to find yourself in a heap on the ground.

Xelten blinks.

Xelten kneels down before you.

(Fierolan leaps out of his chair to assist.)

Fierolan stands up.

You moan.

Xelten gazes at you with a grim look on his face.

Fierolan kneels down.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Lady Kitya, what make you of this?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I am not sure."

Caelumia narrows her eyes.

Fierolan rubs you gently.

A shiver runs up your spine.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Possibly her physical state is weakened by the magics worked upon her for so long."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Perhaps she is in shock at her link being severed."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I concur. I wonder if breaking the link so violently has had a negative effect."

Caelumia gazes upward.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I would imagine that she will heal given time."

Fierolan nods.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Until then, what care can we give?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "The problem would be keeping her safe so she could heal."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "It would depend entirely on the nature of the link."

Fierolan stands up.

Fierolan asks Caelumia in Ilithic, "Do you have experience in mind control situations?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "The control could be reestablished as it once was."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Fierolan gets a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine from inside his travel pack.

Fierolan says to Kitya in Ilithic, "Could you give her some of this? Perhaps bolster her a bit."

Fierolan offers Kitya a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine.

Kitya accepts Fierolan's Blosu Lorel wine.

Kitya kneels down before you.

Kitya offers you a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine. Enter ACCEPT to accept the offer or DECLINE to decline it. The offer will expire in 30 seconds.

Xelten rises to his feet fluidly, like a large, graceful cat.

(Ayrell pulls herself shakily to her knees.)

You accept Kitya's offer and are now holding a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine.

You smile slightly.

Kitya lays her hand on your arm.

You take a sip of the wine. Highly impressive! The delicate mix of flavors is subtle and crisp, bringing ecstasy to your lips and tongue. The work of a professional Elven winemaker.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Well. Is this Smozh after her now? Is he aware that Ayrell has been taken from him?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "In other words, what is the current situation?"

You rise to a kneeling position.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "He was forcefully subdued before she was taken away. I don't think he knows where she was taken, though."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "When I took her from him, he was unconscious. No doubt he is furious."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He can have no way of knowing where we have come."

You take a sip of the wine.

You offer your Blosu Lorel wine to Kitya, who has 30 seconds to accept the offer. Type CANCEL to prematurely cancel the offer.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I used this place during the War, thanks to its wards."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "He can make shrewd guesses."

Kitya has accepted your offer and is now holding a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine.

Kitya offers Fierolan a bottle of Blosu Lorel wine.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I thought it might be appropriate."

Fierolan accepts Kitya's Blosu Lorel wine.

Kitya takes a seat near you.

Fierolan puts his wine in his travel pack.

You quietly say in Ilithic, "Thank you."

Fierolan nods to you.

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "It seems like if one persisted in controling a person, that person must be prevented somehow. Hiding the victim, killing the offender, extracting an agreement to leave the victim alone... What other options are there?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Those are the three."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Best if we could extract an agreement."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Discover the methods he is using and figure out a reliable way to prevent him from using it."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "No need to hide then. I would rather it not come to that."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I suppose a constant prevention is possible as well. Though that would require constant effort, seemingly. Better, it seems, to come to some sort of agreement."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I'd say the ways to prevent the control would be by strengthening the mind and/or maintaining a decent psychic shield spell flow."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Any other suggestions?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Those are the only two that I know of."

(Fierolan glances from Caelumia to Xelten.)

Xelten glances at Caelumia.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "How would we go about maintaining a Psychic Shield?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I do not know enough mages to keep her shielded night and day."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "That would be tough. I do not know if there are scrolls or runes that she could use to maintain a spells stream for herself."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Refreshing casts whenever it dropped, I suppose. This would require a near-constant guard."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Find a mage that will keep vigil and keep it up or use a shield brooch."

Fierolan asks Kitya in Ilithic, "Am I correct?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Or, yes, a constant tender of the spell streams."

Fierolan nods.

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "A spell brooch?"

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "Or the brooch, as Caelumia mentioned. Though those have limited charges, I believe?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "You made an attempt at a bargain with Smozh, you said? I know the S'Kra are not completely unreasonable. We did ally with them during the War of Tears, after all."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "I believe they come with many charges. Unfortunately, people who are not trained as a Moon Mage is will not be able to use it very effectively."

Fierolan smiles faintly, lean back into his ebonwood chair.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I did make an attempt, however, I cannot insist that I was the most effective choice for such bargaining."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "He would not negotiate, but he has had a distaste for me for some time."

Fierolan asks in Ilithic, "You feel another should be selected?"

Kitya says in Ilithic, "It seems with so many opposing a single Skra, he has to listen."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Smozh is not entirely honest about his motives."

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "Would others come to his aid?"

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "Hmm. What do you mean?"

Fierolan asks Caelumia in Ilithic, "Ahh, you have an insight?"

Fierolan gazes thoughtfully at Caelumia.

Caelumia says to Xelten in Ilithic, "What was it he told you in Thoughtcasts again? Something about how he came to be declared smozh."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "You mentioned it only in passing..."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Something about his feeling of emptiness never fading."

Kitya ponders.

Fierolan dryly says in Ilithic, "Unfortunate he can't speak Common."

You stand back up.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

You kneel down upon the ground.

You sigh.

Xelten says to Caelumia in Ilithic, "Steady her."

Xelten gazes at you.

(Caelumia extends a hand to Ayrell.)

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "If you feel you absolutely must stand."

(Ayrell accepts Caelumia's hand, pulling herself slowly to her feet.)

You stand back up.

Fierolan says to you in Ilithic, "Of course, you have a say in this. We will not decide your fate."

You nod to Fierolan.

Kitya gazes off into the distance..

Kitya says in Ilithic, "It may be... hard to let go."

You say in Ilithic, "There are.... some underlying issues."

You sigh.

Kitya looks with concern at you.

Fierolan asks Caelumia in Ilithic, "Do you feel able to negotiate with this Smozh?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Since Xelten does not feel best prepared."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I feel it would be best that one who has not already acted violently towards him is seleced."

Caelumia says to Fierolan in Ilithic, "Perhaps. I have a feeling I am a bit better equipped at dealing with S'kra than Xelten."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Or one who would."

Kitya nods.

Fierolan chuckles to himself.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "My feeling is that it would be best if the situation could be resolved without violence. Violence begets violence. Sometimes that is fine, but this situation needs closure."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "I can attempt to speak with him, and see if he does not strike at me on principle. I wouldn't blame him."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "If he does, then myself or Kitya will attempt."

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "We are perhaps the most neutral parties, at least among those present."

You nod to Fierolan.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I am loathe to nominate a third party arbitrator. The affairs of the Mountain do not require such."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "I do not feel very neutral."

Fierolan nods to Kitya.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Then I will stand as the second alternative."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "... for the record."

Caelumia shifts her weight.

Xelten gazes at you.

Fierolan says to Caelumia in Ilithic, "If you would rather not, then it will fall to me. That is fine."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "I feel guilty for granting Smozh some degree of respect prior to this. I had no idea it was going on. And his display in the grove was utterly unnecessary."

Kitya raises an eyebrow.

Kitya asks in Ilithic, "Display?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Yes, please elaborate."

Caelumia glances at you.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Indeed, the serpent attempted to... nevermind, Caelumia, please explain."

Xelten growls low in the back of his throat.

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Issuing commands as though the lady was no more than a dog and inflicting pain when she did not immediately obey."

Kitya gazes at you.

Kitya gazes off into the distance.

Caelumia asks you in Ilithic, "And for what purpose were you forced to draw a weapon?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I see."

Fierolan frowns slightly.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Her will is strong. I needed only speak calm words and she was able to resist him."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "To a degree, anyway."

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Perhaps there it will not take much, then."

You quietly say in Ilithic, "He commanded me to prepare to attack..."

(Ayrell lowers her eyes to the floor in embarassment.)

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "We must determine what he wants. If he simply wants a slave and no more, that is unacceptable."

Kitya asks you in Ilithic, "What do you say? What are the underlying issues?"

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "As a subject of the Queen, Ayrell has the right to assert her independence of this... person."

You say in Ilithic, "I am not sure if it would be appropriate to discuss them openly --"

Fierolan asks you in Ilithic, "Would you feel more comfortable discussing them more privately?"

You say in Ilithic, "Perhaps--"

You say to Xelten in Ilithic, "I wish to speak with you."

Xelten nods to you.

You glance at Fierolan, a male Elf.

Xelten glances at Fierolan.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "Well, you may contact me later, if you wish."

You nod to Fierolan.

Kitya stands up.

Fierolan says in Ilithic, "I am open to suggestions. I believe you know my position on the matter."

Kitya nods to Fierolan.

Fierolan smiles faintly.

Xelten asks Caelumia in Ilithic, "Would you be willing to wait outside?"

Fierolan says to Caelumia in Ilithic, "A pleasure to see you again."

Caelumia says to Xelten in Ilithic, "I will be in the mess hall seeing if I can get something to eat."

Caelumia bows to Fierolan.

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Caelumia bows to Kitya.

Kitya says in Ilithic, "Good evening."

Caelumia says in Ilithic, "Nice seeing you both."

Fierolan bows to Caelumia.

Xelten opens a dark oak door.

Kitya bows to Caelumia.

Knight Magister Fierolan's group went through a dark oak door.

Researcher Caelumia went through a dark oak door.

Xelten closes a dark oak door.

Xelten gazes thoughtfully at you.

You ask Xelten in Ilithic, "You are sure there is no one else around?"

Xelten searches around for a moment.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "There is nothing to hide behind, and magic cannot work here."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "We are alone."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "That gives some comfort."

You say in Ilithic, "I wish to explain to you the predicament that I am currently in."

You frown.

Xelten nods to you.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Please sit down again. I am not convinced you are yet healthy."

You nod.

You settle yourself on the ebonwood chair.

You say in Ilithic, "I have a good deal to lose if I completely break my arrangement with Smozh."

Xelten raises an eyebrow.

You say in Ilithic, "This is why it is difficult for me. I have to find some way to change the arrangement."

You shake your head.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "What do you stand to lose?"

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh was helping me in a way, though I am aware that it was not in the manner with which I had originally intended."

Xelten gazes silently at you.

You say in Ilithic, "A good example would be the information I was able to gather during his meeting with the Adan'f earlier."

You sigh.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "You submit yourself to such torture for the information you gain?"

You shake your head.

You say in Ilithic, "The torture does not happen as often as it may appear. When it is just the two of us, he is quite cordial. It is when he is around certain -- individuals-- that he seems to become defensive."

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that he dislikes the idea of appearing weak... and in need of a guard."

You frown.

Xelten tilts his head up.

You say in Ilithic, "It is this that I wish he would stop."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "What would you suggest be done about it?"

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that in attempting to strike a bargain with him, we could approach him with a different angle. Instead of telling him that he is to completely break all ties with me, perhaps we could ask for an arrangement that would involve him not using any magic on me."

You say in Ilithic, "If I stay away long enough, and prepare myself well enough, I could prevent any attempts that he may make to re-establish his control. If he were to try. I think that if the right person says the right thing, he will agree."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Who in your opinion is the right person then?"

You say in Ilithic, "I know that it sounds horrible on my part to defend one who has hurt me so much, but -- it is difficult to explain. After this most recent display, I honestly believe that Fierolan may be the best choice. He is all ready angry with you, and Caelumia has all ready attacked him under your orders."

You say in Ilithic, "Smozh knows Fierolan... somewhat. They have met in the past."

You say in Ilithic, "Though only briefly."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I agree that Fierolan is the most capable at negotiation. He is Consul for a reason."

You nod at Xelten, in complete agreement with his views.

You say in Ilithic, "I hope that this at least makes some sense to you. I know that I am not in the clearest of mind states and am probably talking crazy."

You sigh.

You say in Ilithic, "I appreciate your efforts to help me more than you know. I have been trying to think for some time how to approach a new arrangement with Smozh. It is just difficult."

You say in Ilithic, "But I think that this will help."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Under the circumstances, keeping Smozh alive and relatively undamaged is the most beneficial."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I think, however, that it would be best if you remain out of his reach for some time, at least until Fierolan is prepared to accompany you."

You nod.

You ask in Ilithic, "My only concern though is involving Fierolan... Meanne all ready does not trust me. Do you not think it would anger her to hear that I am conversing with him?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Blame it on me."

You say in Ilithic, "I just do not wish to give anyone the wrong impression."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "She either thinks I am loyal to her or not, but she already knows that I meet with him."

You ponder the meaning of Xelten's existence.

You ask in Ilithic, "And this does not bother her?"

You say in Ilithic, "If you don't mind me asking, that is."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I can say nothing more."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I understand."

You say in Ilithic, "I apologize if I was too forward."

You say in Ilithic, "You have helped me too much."

You shake your head.

You say in Ilithic, "I meant no disrespect."

Xelten smiles slightly.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I felt no disrespect. I simply cannot speak on the topic at the moment."

You nod.

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Where will you stay until you and Fierolan are prepared?"

You say in Ilithic, "I believe that I can get a room at the Rose. It is very nice there."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "Do you believe you will be safe in the city?"

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It may be better if you stay here in the fortress. Several of these offices are not currently in use."

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "That is true."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "It is very far from the city, as well."

You say in Ilithic, "It may not be the most comfort, but I suppose I can make sacrifices for safety."

You smile.

Xelten frowns.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I am sorry for that."

You say in Ilithic, "It is not your fault in the least. It is mine. I accept full responsibilities for my mistakes."

Xelten says in Ilithic, "I imagine I should gather my aid then. I am not sure I should trust her alone for too long."

Xelten asks in Ilithic, "You will be fine here?"

You nod.

You say in Ilithic, "I should be. I just need to get some rest."

Xelten gives a slight nod.

Xelten says in Ilithic, "Be careful, Ayrell."

You say in Ilithic, "I will."

Xelten opens a dark oak door.

You smile at Xelten.

You say in Ilithic, "Thank you."

Xelten nods to you.

Mage Xelten went through a dark oak door.