The Watchfire Pact (storyline)/2023-04-05 - Tentative Hope (log)
This is a log captured from the viewpoint of Aliashyrah.
A Good Night in the North
[Icemule Trace, Town Center - 2300] (u4042150)
The center of the slumbering frontier town is overseen by a sturdy mule statue carved from glacial ice, which rises from the surrounding snow on a plinth of cold dark stone. The brilliance of the stars winks through the ice, casting prismatic glints of light over a scattering of townsfolk. Some halflings chatter quietly by a colorful silver-bound barrel emblazoned with a row of tiny grey penguins, while others stargaze on colorful cloaks spread out across the hard ground. Near the comfort of a smooth dark stone bench, a roaring bonfire crackles merrily, lending its warmth and illumination to the surroundings. You also see a massive snowy white tiger, the glossy pink Lilanna disk shaped like a jellyfish, an animated falchion hovering in mid-air, the Recyr disk, a vine-carved cherrywood cart with some stuff on it, the black Aetherwind disk, a blued steel wastebin, a blue and white pavilion and obvious signs of someone hiding.
Also here: Chronicler Falvicar, Brisca, Roelon, Balzi, Envoy Lilanna who is sitting, Aetherwind, Arena Hero Netherwinds, Recyr
Speaking formally to Roelon, Sorlu greets, "Good evening, Councillor."
With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Roelon with a short, courteous bow.
Sorlu casually glances around the area.
Brisca yawns.
Sorlu warmly says, "And good evening, Icemule."
Lilanna nods to Sorlu in greeting.
Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "And to ye as well."
Sorlu offers a polite nod, touching two fingers against his forehead in a brief salute as he tucks his opposite hand into the bloodjewel-fastened pocket of his obsidian waistcoat.
Brisca nods at Sorlu.
Lilanna stands up.
Roelon heavily pounds both his fists against his chest and bows his head slightly.
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Sorlu. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in his direction,
Roelon playfully flips the folds of his black woolen kilt.
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Roelon. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in his direction.
Sorlu smiles.
Speaking to Sorlu, you greet, "Blessed evening to you."
Lilanna says, "Evnin all."
Brisca asks, "Is anything going on tonight?"
Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "That is always the hope."
Sorlu grins at you.
Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers you a formal bow.
Speaking to Brisca, Sorlu says, "I understand soon we will speak with representative from the Abbey of the Vigilant Heart."
Speaking to Brisca, you say, "I had heard rumors of continued efforts to unite the north by meeting with the abbess."
Brisca says, "I can't say that I know much about any of that."
Time seems to stand still beside the bonfire, its repetitive hissing and snapping washing over you along with the illusory, distorting heat waves it is emanating.
Sorlu says, "They are a fine group, located not far outside the east gate...a slight ways up the mountain."
Roelon nods slowly.
Roelon deeply says, "Careful of the landslide however."
A distant crier announces, "The Abbey of the Vigilant Heart has agreed to a meeting with Mayor Talliver Dabbings and company this evening in just under fifteen minutes. Please assemble in Town Center if you would like to participate."
Sorlu joins Roelon's group.
Balzi just went east.
You join Roelon.
Sorlu grins at Roelon.
Lilanna joins Roelon's group.
Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "Wonder if we should work on fixing that landslide to ah proper stone steps."
Lilanna grins.
Sorlu rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Lilanna nods at Roelon.
Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "Not a horrible idea. It's been treacherous for decades."
Sorlu chuckles.
Lilanna says, "It's rough enough ya canna roll a body over tha stones."
Speaking to Roelon, you say, "Some of Icemule's charm is that she demands those that call her home to be made of sturdy stuff."
Roelon deeply says, "Accessabilty to the Abbey would be desirable, without injury."
Roelon chuckles.
Sorlu grins at you.
Speaking to Roelon, you say, "If you make it too accessible, perhaps some of that will be lost."
Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "Sturdy or be frozen with the landscape ah guess."
Roelon chuckles.
Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "We wouldn't want the Sisters to lose their edge."
Sorlu chuckles to himself.
Brisca says, "Things that are frozen tend to be pretty stiff..."
Speaking to Sorlu, you say, "Indeed."
Brisca asks, "That's sturdy right?"
Roelon grins at Brisca.
Sorlu gazes in amusement at Brisca.
Roelon deeply says, "Sturdy, yet frigile."
Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.
High Lord Svardin's group just arrived.
Commodore Loralaii just arrived.
Bootlegr smiles.
Sorlu grins.
Bootlegr points at Qistra.
Svardin sits down.
Qistra walks over to the bench and settles down.
Jiarine fades into visibility.
Qistra asks, "Whats me does?"
Bootlegr laughs!
[General] Roelon thinks, "For those who mae be interested, we are gathering at Icemule's Town Center, before travelin' with the Mayor to meet with the Abbey of the Vigilant Heart."
Roelon raises an eyebrow.
Loralaii plops down to the ground in a sitting position.
Sorlu nods to Loralaii in greeting.
Roelon turns toward Svardin and renders a sharp hand salute.
Roelon's eyes suddenly flash with a deep sanguine glow.
Roelon playfully flips the folds of his black woolen kilt.
Loralaii nods to Sorlu in greeting.
Kyralina waves to Svardin.
Sorlu nods to Nalver in greeting.
Dendum joins Roelon's group.
Nalver says, "Ahh."
Svardin waves.
Sorlu nods to Dendum in greeting.
Dendum nods at Sorlu.
Opalina joins Roelon's group.
With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Opalina with a short, courteous bow.
Bootlegr says, "Was fun boss."
Speaking to Opalina, Sorlu says, "Good evening, Councillor."
Bootlegr nods.
Svardin says, "Moof."
Speaking deeply to Svardin, Roelon asks, "Any luck reachin' any of our Kindred up here?"
Roelon hugs Opalina, who wraps him in a warm embrace.
Speaking to Sorlu, Opalina says, "Good evening."
Aryleste gazes in wonder at her surroundings.
Opalina hugs Roelon, who wraps her in a warm embrace.
Sorlu glances between Roelon and Svardin.
Dendum joins Roelon's group.
Roelon nods to Dendum in greeting.
Speaking to Roelon, Svardin exclaims, "We like dis!"
Svardin is hugging himself.
Svardin grins.
Dendum nods.
Clapping his hands together in excitement, Dendum nods eagerly.
Svardin says, "Dey said, nice to hear from ya and Rufus."
Dendum exclaims, "Well is good night in the north!"
Sorlu gazes with interest at Jiarine.
Svardin grins.
Roelon nods at Dendum.
Speaking to Jiarine, Sorlu teases, "Did you miss us?"
Jiarine raises an eyebrow.
Loralaii stands up.
Sorlu grins slowly.
Jiarine says, "No."
Falvicar joins Roelon's group.
Falvicar lovingly kisses Opalina gently on the lips.
Sorlu chuckles.
Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon says, "Is it startin' off as such indeed."
Svardin says, "Other dan dat, dey is as always."
Opalina beams happily at Falvicar!
Opalina wraps Falvicar in a tender embrace.
Opalina kisses Falvicar on the lips for what seems like an eternity.
Svardin says, "Let us be and we leave dem be."
Svardin grins.
Dendum drums his fingers thoughtfully against his chin and inhales the moss-scented smoke smoldering away within his pipe deeply.
Roelon nods at Svardin.
Speaking to Jiarine, Dendum asks, ""Do not believe have seen you since the mountain.....was journey west safe enough?"
Roelon waves to Jiarine.
Sing the Song of My People
Svardin says, "I should sing da Song of Wsalamir."
Roelon nods at Svardin.
Jiarine says, "Why would it not be? I never travel the hard way."
Roelon grins.
Roelon deeply says, "Many dinnae like mah song."
Svardin says, "Not nuff time now."
Roelon takes a deep breath and forcefully exhales through his wendigo totem. Suddenly, a loud shrieking howl pours out from the totem's mouth, echoing briefly throughout the area.
Jiarine gently brushes her ebonwood-hued hair away from her eyes and, with a deft twist of her wrist, tucks it back into its bindings.
Dendum nods at Jiarine.
Speaking to Jiarine, Dendum remarks, ""Well...there were blundering humans about did not know if you walked with them or not."
Jiarine asks, "... why would I?"
Jiarine says, "They could have been eaten by the trolls for all I really cared."
Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon says, "Ah sent word to mah own clan chieftan. But what they will do with it, ah dinnae know."
Roelon deeply says, "It has been some time since mah return there."
Dendum nods at Roelon.
Falvicar whispers something to Loralaii.
Jiarine says, "Trying to translate their mangling of the Common tongue was bad enough."
Jiarine takes a slow, deep breath then pinches the bridge of her nose.
Roelon grins at Jiarine.
Speaking to Roelon, Dendum says, ""Would be good to gather the kindred of the north....they have been silent for a long time."
Svardin sings:
"While fire and ice,
And ages bade,
The eldest folk
Shunned what they'd made.
For hearts were black
With ways reviled
As darker gods
Hadst all beguiled."
Svardin sings:
"Old lessons taught
Of peacefulness
Were long forgot
With battle bliss
That day his first
Wail cry did spawn
A different thirst
A brighter dawn."
Svardin sings:
"Great Wsalamir
Had thus been born
Without a tear
That wondrous morn.
Full grown he stood
By that first night
Exuding good
To all's delight."
Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon says, "The Wsalamir are scattered across the mountain. If they spread word, perhaps one of the elders will listen."
Sorlu gazes with interest at Svardin.
Falvicar hugs Loralaii.
Roelon turns an inquisitive ear toward Svardin.
Speaking darkly to Nalver, Loralaii says, "As long as you dont sing another song."
Svardin sings:
"A chorus loud
As thunderous hail
The gathered crowd
Didst loudly rail:
'His hands are steel!'
'His shows no fear!'
'Ring strong the peal!'
'There s greatness here!'"
Svardin sings:
"The darkest thanes
Didst hear those shouts
In dank domains,
On death's redoubts.
Their grisly rage
Had onward stormed
As each didst gauge
The champion formed. "
Sorlu flashes a wide grin.
Speaking to Loralaii, Falvicar says, "His singing won't bug as much as the scarab he has living in him..."
Falvicar snickers.
Roelon grins at Falvicar.
Loralaii smirks.
Svardin sings:
"'No matter take
Those fitful shrieks!'
A darkish rake
Didst loudly speak."
Svardin sings:
"'But woe is nigh,'
A wraith then groaned.
'Our cause awry!'
The shadows moaned."
Svardin sings:
"'A hero not,'
The dark lord spoke.
'His crib is fraught
By peril's cloak.'"
Svardin sings:
"'But he s no tyke!'
One witch forewarned.
'He'll slay us like
Wind rows of corn.'"
Speaking darkly to Falvicar, Loralaii says, "He made a whole song about me not having a husband."
Svardin sings:
"'It's gods he ll face!'
The dark lord fumed.
'His long-doomed race
We'll soon entomb!'"
Svardin sings:
"'What race you ll skin?'
The hag provoked.
'Why giantkin!'
The dark lord joked."
Svardin sings:
"Great battle gnashed
In grisly swipes
As dark gods lashed
At bodies striped
That longest night
And longest day
When hope lost sight
While war held sway."
Svardin sings:
"But when the light
Again didst stir
Those gods' first sight
Was Wsalamir.
He stood unbowed
With twice the might
As any crowd
Those gods could fight."
In the distance, the bells of the Abbey toll loudly, their pealing music cresting over the whipping winds.
Roelon inclines his ear, listening intently.
Svardin sings:
"Then long and shrill
A horn he blew:
One deafening trill
And drakes then flew.
That deadly rush
Of fearsome wings
Did quickly crush
The darkest things."
Sorlu glances east.
Roelon casually observes his surroundings.
Geijon waves.
Opalina inclines her ear, listening intently.
Falvicar says, "Bells."
Geijon turns toward Roelon and renders a sharp hand salute.
Imrys takes Adalfuns's hand into her own.
Roelon waves to Adalfuns.
Svardin sings:
"Dark gods didst fall
Like rows of corn
One blink was all
It took that morn
As fire and ice
And lightning's stroke
Split darkness thrice
Before he spoke:"
Falvicar pulls Opalina into his arms and snuggles lovingly.
Mayor Talliver just arrived.
Adalfuns grins at Roelon.
Geijon nods at Talliver.
Roelon nods to Talliver in greeting.
Jiarine says, "Gods be damned."
Falvicar grins at Loralaii.
With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Talliver with a short, courteous bow.
Talliver nods respectfully.
Svardin sings:
"'I m Wsalamir
The Titans' kin.
I shall not cheer
Nor rue again
The battle won
Or at what cost.
The sun I'll see
And loves we lost."
Leaning gently against Imrys, Adalfuns closes his eyes and sighs contentedly. Imrys responds by slipping her arm around him.
Talliver says, "Good evening."
Speaking politely to Talliver, Sorlu greets, "Good evening, Mayor Dabbings."
Aryleste curtsies to Talliver.
Falvicar nods in greeting at Talliver.
Queatus waves to Talliver.
Qistra nods to Geijon in greeting.
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Talliver. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in his direction.
Lilanna nods to Talliver in greeting.
Falvicar nods at Geijon.
Brisca says, "Evening."
Opalina says, "Good evening Mayor Talliver."
A massive grey wolf suddenly bounds across the area, enjoying his freedom with long lazy lopes. Svardin sings:
"'But dread is yet
Defeated full:
One darkness set
Another pulls
Our kith and kin
To hateful ends.
All know again
What that portends."
Falvicar smiles.
Iniania nods to Talliver in greeting.
Speaking deeply to Talliver, Roelon says, "Evenin' Mayor, Svardin' is singing the song of Wsalamir as we warm ourselves."
Talliver nods at Roelon.
Adalfuns nods to Queatus in greeting.
Svardin sings:
"'I call your stay
Within the light
Of darkest day
And dismal night.
We'll celebrate
Fire, ice and storm
Not supplicate
Our hell-bent forms."
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum informs, ""We can ask him to start over if this is desired."
Qistra stands up.
Geijon waves to Falvicar.
Mahree nods to Svardin in greeting.
Dendum nods at Talliver.
Qistra dances around the area to music only she can hear.
Svardin sings:
"'The Titans' Cross
Will blaze our way
Through battle's loss
And dark's dismay.
Our emblem so
Unfettered worn
Will claim each foe
Til freedom's morn."
Sorlu nods approvingly at Svardin.
Sorlu smiles.
Svardin sings:
"'So ice and fire,
And stone and storm,
And peaceful lyre
And friendship warm:
We will now savor
With hearty hail
Our hopes their favor
Will never ever fail.'"
Svardin stands up.
Svardin bows.
Sorlu applauds Svardin.
Opalina applauds Svardin.
For no apparent reason, Svardin flings himself at the ground.
Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Svardin a formal bow.
Speaking to Svardin, Sorlu says, "That was wonderful."
Svardin says, "Oof."
Sorlu nods at Svardin.
Nalver nods at Talliver.
Svardin glances up.
Svardin sits up.
Iniania applauds Svardin.
Talliver nods to Nalver in greeting.
Svardin says, "Rufus say, "So so."
Svardin glances up.
Speaking to Svardin, Talliver says, "A fine song. I wish I had heard all of it."
Sorlu chuckles.
Opalina laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Svardin says, "Annuder time."
Talliver nods at Svardin.
Falvicar gibbers incoherently.
Sorlu grins at you.
Svardin removes a silvery imflass war horn etched with a pair of crossed claidhmores from in his mail sack.
Svardin quickly raises his horn to his lips and trumpets a high-pitched alarm which echoes through the surrounding area.
A hooded sylvan initiate just arrived.
Svardin put a silvery imflass war horn etched with a pair of crossed claidhmores in his mail sack.
Dendum says, "Oh well we must sing entire thing a second time!....believe can recall first verse...something about fire and ice."
Nalver blinks.
Svardin says, "Ooh."
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Svardin grins.
Falvicar looks rather confused.
Lilanna grins at Roelon.
Svardin grins at Dendum.
Roelon nods at Dendum.
Nalver joins Roelon's group.
Roelon glances west.
Speaking to a resplendent obsidian black raven, Svardin asks, "Got yerself protected?"
By Sea or By Air -- Better Yet By Portal!
A hooded sylvan initiate just arrived.
Imrys looks at Adalfuns and hums.
Speaking to Talliver, Sorlu asks, "Did you, by chance, have a moment to check your mail since yesterday evening?"
Sorlu smiles at Talliver.
A hooded sylvan initiate curtsies.
Rinalt blinks.
Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.
Dendum bows to a hooded sylvan initiate. With a solemn look on her face, she bows back.
Speaking deeply to a hooded sylvan initiate, Roelon says, "Evenin'."
Nalver glances at a hooded sylvan initiate.
Speaking to Sorlu, Talliver says, "I've not. Preparations have taken up the balance of the day. However, I will do so."
Rinalt softly says, "Lots of Old folks in town today I see."
Sorlu nods at Talliver.
A muted crackle emanates from Lilanna's leopard pelt tote.
Svardin says, "Geezers."
Aryleste curtsies to a hooded sylvan initiate. With a solemn look on her face, she bows back.
Svardin nods at Rinalt.
Speaking to a hooded sylvan initiate, Nalver asks, "What's your name?"
Imrys takes a drink from her blueberry ale.
Imrys looks rather relaxed.
A liquid susurrus emanates from Wolfloner's neutral-toned pouch.
Falvicar smiles at Opalina.
Speaking sympathetically to Talliver, Sorlu says, "A mayor's work is never done."
Dendum bows to Wolfloner.
A hooded sylvan initiate says, "Mayor Dabbings, I am told that the Mother Superior is prepared to receive you. Please proceed to the Abbey's Waiting Chamber at your convenience."
Talliver nods to the sylvan initiate.
Sorlu glances at Iniania.
Svardin glances up.
Roelon nods at Randsford.
Talliver asks, "Would someone care to lead the way?"
Randsford nods slowly at Roelon.
Aryleste reaches out and touches her Oleani prayer beads.
Dendum says, "Ahh the Abbey....best place to find transportation to Hinterwilds..."
Iniania glances at Sorlu.
Opalina points at Roelon.
Opalina says, "He's leading."
Speaking to Iniania, Sorlu says, "Sorry, I got spun around..."
Svardin says, "Hmm."
Sorlu turns to face a hooded sylvan initiate.
Roelon deeply asks, "We're headin' to Teras ye say?"
Speaking to Roelon, Nalver says, "I have a feeling the Den is the least of worries, but more the knowledge of the past that they may have."
Roelon raises an eyebrow.
Roelon nods at Nalver.
Mahree rubs her chin thoughtfully.
Talliver says, "Please follow Roelon if you'd like to join us on our trip to the Abbey."
Qistra joins Roelon's group.
Sorlu adopts an agreeable expression.
Brisca says, "I still feel out of place in all this."
Wolfloner joins Roelon's group.
Imrys takes a drink from her blueberry ale.
Qistra nods.
Speaking to Brisca, Sorlu says, "Come along...it'll be fun."
Dendum snickers.
Sorlu grins.
Svardin says, "Muhahahah."
Roelon deeply says, "Do follow closely. Keep in mind the landslide up to the Abbey, we will need to regather up top."
Svardin laughs!
Falvicar mutters sorry.
Falvicar gibbers incoherently.
Roelon grins at Falvicar.
Talliver chuckles.
Svardin says, "Could portal past it."
Svardin snickers.
Svardin glances up.
Roelon deeply says, "Ah could take us there the exciting way."
Falvicar hangs his head and glances at Opalina with sad eyes.
Roelon grins slowly.
Nalver asks, "How many of us are there?"
A hooded sylvan initiate draws a ring of very old keys from one pocket. With a thoughtful look on her face, she polishes the edge of one before putting them away.
Speaking to a sturdy mule statue carved from glacial ice, Svardin asks, "Of course you can come. Who would stop you?"
Svardin chuckles.
Sorlu says, "No matter what we choose, we will lose half these fine souls during the trip."
Sorlu chuckles to himself.
Nalver says, "I can make a portal."
Nalver says, "Hang on."
Roelon nods at Nalver.
A rock ptarmigan flies into the area, circling above Nalver once before landing at his side.
Nalver just went east.
Roelon deeply says, "One momment as Nalver attempts ah portal fir us."
Leaning gently against Adalfuns, Imrys closes her eyes and sighs contentedly. Adalfuns responds by slipping his arm around her. Falvicar grins at Opalina.
Nalver just arrived.
Nalver joins Roelon's group.
Pale, swirling mist begins to billow out from nothingness before you, and quickly coalesces into a small orb of shifting essence. Suddenly, the orb expands and forms an elliptical portal of swirling blues and blacks, its edges shrouded in dancing blue-white mist.
Roelon nods.
Speaking to Talliver, Sorlu says, "Councillor Roelon brought up a good point. Perhaps at some point, we may find the funds to help smooth out the landslide to the east a bit."
Sorlu grins.
You follow Roelon as he steps through the shifting portal.
[Abbey Approach, Ledge - 2936] (u4132010)
The trail ends at a rose-veined white marble arch laid into the side of the mountain, its pale hue marking it immediately as distinct from the surrounding stone. Narrow slits in the surrounding rock face are paned with stained glass, indicating that the mountainside is the facade of a small stronghold. An engraved golden ora plaque gleams through the snow and ice from a smoothed plane of stone to the right of the entryway. You also see a resplendent obsidian black raven that is flying around, a shifting portal and a rock ptarmigan.
The shifting portal shimmers slightly, the haze within its glowing outline growing opaque as it contracts to a pinpoint of blue-grey mist and vanishes.
Dendum joins Roelon's group.
Svardin says, "Should done other direction."
Roelon deeply asks, "All fingers accounted fir?"
Imrys grins.
Svardin says, "Dunno."
Dendum says, "Think must do second portal."
Nalver joins Roelon's group.
Dendum shrugs.
Nalver nods.
Adalfuns examines his fingernails.
Nalver says, "Was just double checking."
Dendum says, "Oh good."
Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu asks, "Let's hope?"
Dendum nods at Nalver.
Roelon just slipped quietly through a rose-veined white marble arch, with his group following closely.
[Abbey, Entry Hall - 2937] (u4132011)
A rose-veined white marble arch stands at the entryway to a resplendent chamber with a high, dome-shaped ceiling. Though the wide, tall entrance allows in daylight and a spectacular vista of snow-swept mountains and shining sky, the cold does not come with it. The walls slant to the northeast, following the curve of the mountain face outside. Glowing golden in the light of a hundred-candle chandelier hanging high above, a pair of honey maple double doors opens onto a lush courtyard. You also see a massive snowy white tiger.
Roelon grins.
Roelon peers quizzically at Aryleste.
Roelon coughs.
Roelon grins.
Aryleste peers quizzically at Roelon.
Roelon surveys the area.
Several initiates bow as they welcome you to the Abbey.
Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.
Svardin grins.
Aryleste reaches out and touches her Oleani prayer beads.
Sorlu offers a polite nod, touching two fingers against his forehead in a brief salute as he tucks his opposite hand into the bloodjewel-fastened pocket of his obsidian waistcoat.
Aryleste clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
You say, "Our Councillors are a bit turned around tonight."
Roelon glances east.
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod.
Draelor ponders.
Geijon bows.
Roelon raises an eyebrow in your direction.
Svardin glances up.
One of the initiates says, "Please proceed to the Waiting Chamber to the northeast."
Roelon just moved quietly northeast, with his group following closely.
Tea with Mother Superior
[Abbey, Waiting Chamber - 2939] (u4132012)
Angled off from the main hall, the chamber is semiprivate. A stout honey maple sideboard lines one wall, sitting opposite a few comfortable chairs of arctic puma hide leather. The far wall features a large stained glass window that looks out onto tree-lined mountains crowned in snow. You also see a massive snowy white tiger.
Also here: Aryleste, High Lord Svardin, Lady Iniania, Qistra, Commodore Loralaii, Lightweaver Opalina, Chronicler Falvicar, Draelor, Wolfloner, Imrys, Sir Geijon, Adalfuns, Mayor Talliver, Queatus, Kelfyr, Lord Randsford, Dendum, Brisca, Lord Sorlu, Envoy Lilanna, Nalver, Roelon Obvious exits: southwest
Qistra says, "Bank pleases."
Falvicar nods.
Sorlu leans on his cane, taking a momentary rest.
Svardin says, "Too late."
Svardin grins.
Dendum leans on his crook.
Lilanna begins chuckling at Qistra!
Falvicar grins at Dendum.
Qistra suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing her features as she listens intently.
Roelon casually observes his surroundings.
Sorlu pours himself a bottle of mineral water.
Sorlu takes a drink from his mineral water.
Qistra says, "What we doin."
Talliver walks over to the chair and settles down.
Sorlu gives an approval gesture with his hand.
Svardin says, "Waitin."
Roelon deeply says, "We are waiting."
Roelon grins.
Imrys put a wide flagon of blueberry ale in her carmine silk longcloak.
Qistra asks, "Fert?"
(Nalver shifts restlessly, fidgeting.)
Falvicar says, "More unity."
Svardin says, "Da abbess."
Falvicar nods.
Roelon removes a hinged azure glass liquor bottle from in his black fur jacket.
Imrys glances around the room.
Bistre particles lift from the fungal growth on Dendum's hewn juniper crook and swirl in a vortex around him. The helical shroud winks with russet motes, slowly dissipating.
Roelon deeply asks, "Any wish ah candy while we do so?"
Qistra says, "Whats unitys."
Sorlu casually glances around the room.
Roelon surveys the area.
Speaking to Qistra, Dendum says, ""Is when we are talking and not fighting."
Svardin says, "Taco ate all da snacks."
With a brief but appraising look, Roelon inspects a collection of tiny azure snowflake candies before selecting a single one from a hinged azure glass liquor bottle.
Adalfuns pours himself a tankard of elderberry mead.
Roelon slides a hinged azure glass liquor bottle closed.
Sorlu grins at Dendum.
Roelon put a hinged azure glass liquor bottle in his black fur jacket.
Queatus pours himself a tankard of elderberry mead.
Queatus nods.
Speaking to Qistra, Dendum continues, ""Probably so we can fight something else later together..."
Queatus takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Dendum nods sagely.
Dendum says, "This is Unity."
Qistra looks at Draelor and squeals.
Svardin gasps in terrified panic, trembling and flailing his arms about!
Mother Superior Mellian just arrived.
Sorlu gazes in amusement at Dendum.
Queatus takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Roelon nods to Mellian in greeting.
Svardin says, "Rar."
With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Mellian with a short, courteous bow.
Falvicar nods to Mellian in greeting.
Svardin bows to Mellian.
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "It is good to see ye again."
Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers a formal bow.
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Mellian. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.
First taking a quick breath, Roelon pops a tiny azure snowflake candy into his mouth and chews.
Sorlu agrees with Roelon.
Nalver smiles at Mellian.
Mellian inclines her head in a show of respect.
Qistra reaches inside her blood red plate and scratches herself under the arm.
Speaking politely to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Always a pleasure."
Mellian pleasantly says, "Good evening to all of you."
You see Mother Superior Mellian the Abbess of the Vigilant Heart. She appears to be a Human. She is of an average height. She appears to be past her prime. She has world-weary bright blue eyes and dark skin. She has wild, black hair heavily streaked with white. She has a lined face and severe cheeks. She is in good shape. She is wearing a luxuriant white robe stitched with a pattern of faded blue roses, a pale yellow sash, a ring of polished metal keys, and a pair of pale slippers.
Talliver bows to Mellian.
Iniania nods to Mellian in greeting.
Svardin sits down.
Inclining his head with a slight smile, Dendum nods politely at Mellian.
Randsford nods to Mellian in greeting.
Nalver says, "Good evening."
Opalina curtsies to Mellian.
Speaking respectfully to Mellian, Talliver says, "Mother Superior."
Aryleste glances at Mellian and clasps her hands in a reverent gesture.
Adalfuns walks over to the chair and settles down.
Falvicar says, "Good evening."
Brisca nods.
Speaking fondly to Talliver, Mellian says, "Master Dabbings."
Opalina says, "Motherlook talliver."
Mellian walks over to the chair and settles down.
Opalina laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.
Opalina shakes her head.
Svardin glances up.
Roelon grins.
Mouth dropping open and dark blue eyes widening, Dendum gazes in wonder at his surroundings.
Mellian says, "I am pleased to offer you all the hospitality of the Abbey of the Vigilant Heart."
Sorlu smiles at Mellian.
Nalver smiles.
Adalfuns takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Aryleste smiles.
Speaking warmly to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Your generous nature never ceases to amaze us."
Roelon agrees with Sorlu.
Roelon walks over to the chair and settles down.
Roelon gazes with interest at a stout honey maple sideboard.
Talliver gratefully says, "We're pleased to receive your hospitality."
Sorlu walks over to the chair and settles down.
You settle yourself on the leather chair for a moment's rest.
Mellian's smile thins and her lips press into a firm line.
Wolfloner walks over to the chair and settles down.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "Please to meet you. I am..."
Nalver rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Adalfuns asks, "Did you forget?"
Sorlu appears to be trying hard not to grin.
Speaking confidently to Mellian, Nalver says, "I am Nalver Nadador, an interested scholar."
Adalfuns takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Roelon glances at Nalver.
Roelon grins.
Roelon bows to Perigourd.
Nalver says, "I was considering how to introduce myself."
Geijon nods at Perigourd.
Perigourd joins Roelon's group.
Perigourd bows to Roelon.
Perigourd turns toward Geijon and renders a sharp hand salute.
Mellian frankly says, "It is my understanding that you are considering building a nation. Quite an ambitious task."
Sorlu adopts an agreeable expression.
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Roelon nods once.
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.
Qistra says, "What's we waitin fer nows."
Opalina agrees with Mellian.
Qistra peers quizzically at Svardin.
Sorlu nonchalantly says, "Fortune favors the bold...as they say."
Talliver lets out a chuckle in spite of himself.
Talliver says, "I had thought we might at least share some tea before dispensing with the pleasantries."
Brisca says, "And it is certainly that.."
Nalver glances at Talliver.
Perigourd chuckles.
Roelon grins slowly.
Sorlu grins slowly.
Sorlu takes a drink from his mineral water.
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum says, ""Do not see any tea."
Qistra nods at Svardin.
Speaking to Talliver, Nalver says, "Surely not dalsu'saj tea."
Dendum pours himself a tankard of elderberry mead.
Dendum says, "However..."
Falvicar gazes in amusement at Talliver.
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Dendum looks rather relaxed.
Kelfyr says, "Nations have historically been built over cups of tea."
Roelon grins.
Falvicar gazes in amusement at Nalver.
Brisca says, "And some end over it."
Nalver walks over to the chair and settles down.
Mellian folds her hands in her lap.
Perigourd pours himself a forest-inked teacup of evergreen tea.
Iniania sits down.
Falvicar whispers something to Opalina.
Perigourd offers Talliver a forest-inked teacup of evergreen tea.
Talliver accepts Perigourd's evergreen tea.
Draelor pours himself a tankard of elderberry mead.
Talliver nods at Perigourd.
Talliver takes a drink from his evergreen tea.
Qistra squints.
Qistra inclines her ear, listening intently.
Iniania pours herself a tankard of elderberry mead.
Svardin chuckles.
Opalina smiles quietly to herself.
Svardin removes a slightly squishy eyeball from in his golden cape.
Mellian patiently says, "The people of Icemule Trace have my eternal gratitude for their care of me when I was at my worst. More, for your aid in recovering this place from the forces of undeath."
Svardin put a slightly squishy eyeball in his golden cape.
Brisca helps herself to some honeyed oat bread.
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Sorlu shifts his weight, restlessly leaning back and forth.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Sorlu takes a drink from his mineral water.
Nalver preens.
Perigourd takes a moment to observe Sorlu.
Brisca takes a bite of her oat bread.
Falvicar smiles.
Sorlu smiles at Mellian.
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Falvicar pours himself a glass of spiked anise tea.
Falvicar offers Opalina a glass of spiked anise tea.
Svardin glances out.
Opalina accepts Falvicar's spiked anise tea.
Mellian says, "However... ours is not a worldly cause, but a spiritual one. I do not see how this matter involves us."
Svardin shakes his head.
Falvicar pours himself a glass of spiked anise tea.
Falvicar put a glass of spiked anise tea in his night-hued silk cape.
Roelon glances at Talliver.
Falvicar pours himself a glass of spiked anise tea.
Falvicar put a lacquered square basket in his night-hued silk cape.
Svardin says, "Nor do I."
Svardin nods at Mellian.
Opalina takes a drink from her spiked anise tea.
Falvicar takes a drink from his spiked anise tea.
Color creeps up Falvicar's cheeks until his face is a vivid scarlet color.
Falvicar looks rather relaxed.
Brisca asks, "Are the two mutually exclusive?"
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Svardin says, "Isn't plannin a theocracy I hope."
Svardin grins.
The mirror images surrounding Lilanna undulate and grow stronger.
Lilanna renews her songs.
[General] Qistra thinks, "Hmmm."
Nalver looks momentarily pained as something scuttled up and down his left arm.
Nalver gasps.
Speaking to Mellian, you inquire, "Has word of the visions of late made their way up the mountain to you?"
Qistra suddenly pauses, a look of consternation crossing her features as she listens intently.
Speaking to Mellian, you say, "Whether you wish it to be or not, it may be that your abbey is involved in this a way far more physical and tangible than you might believe."
Speaking to Mellian, Aryleste says, "Mother, dark forces are at work, against many nations, just just the North. We need the love of Oleani and the Light of all Liabo at our aid."
Sorlu nods slowly to you.
Speaking politely to you, Mellian says, "There are few matters in Icemule that are missed by our eyes or our ears."
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "There are things beyond political..."
Mellian looks thoughtfully at Aryleste.
Randsford nods in agreement at Aryleste.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Falvicar nods in agreement at Roelon.
Aryleste reaches out and touches her Oleani prayer beads.
Speaking to his elderberry mead, Dendum says, ""This is good."
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Dendum looks rather relaxed.
Opalina ponders.
Qistra mutters politicals.
Speaking to Dendum, Svardin says, "Dey say talkin ta yer drink is a sing a somethin."
Svardin grins.
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "If ye hae faith in such dreams or visions. It has been shown to ah few of us what could happen to our lads here."
Speaking quietly to Dendum, Mellian says, "Our apiaries have thrived despite the cold. Such are the blessings of Liabo."
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Speaking mildly to Mellian, you say, "Then it surprises me that you would hold the stance you have voiced, all things considered."
Dendum beams happily at Mellian!
Dendum bows to Mellian.
Talliver nods in agreement to you.
Falvicar takes a drink from his spiked anise tea.
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Imrys looks rather relaxed.
Roelon nods to you.
Dendum reflectively says, "Human Matriarch of the North indeed..."
Qistra says, "Rufus knocks down da trees."
Qistra nods.
Opalina mutters bees.
Svardin glances up.
Mellian says, "A fair argument."
Opalina peers quizzically at Mellian.
Speaking measuredly to Mellian, Dendum reminds, ""The undeath that threatened this place came from a worldly place as much as a spiritual one yes? Who can live inside a nation and not notice it? What nation can live without the blessing of those within it?"
You nod approvingly at Dendum.
Roelon whispers something to Falvicar.
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Considering the darkness that looms, we are in great need of your light. We have stood together many times against the darkness, but it seems to be growing. Greater steps must be taken."
Sorlu nods at Mellian.
Svardin says, "Everyone should have a say in da affairs of dis region. If dat ends, den is pretty much not somethin ta support."
Falvicar nods at Roelon.
Aryleste nods at Sorlu.
Qistra agrees with Svardin.
Mellian says, "Visions are seldom what they appear. They are doubly unreliable because of the weaknesses of mortals."
Draelor takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Qistra says, "Specially rufus."
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "The darkness creeps across the lands. The spiritual will be our light. Threats are forming a covenent to bring dispair we merely seek to have a counter balance. Suffering will come to many and it is our duty to form a stronger north to combat any threats that may arise."
Geijon adopts an agreeable expression.
Svardin says, "I has visions."
Svardin grins.
Sorlu nods at Randsford.
A muted crackle emanates from Lilanna's leopard pelt tote.
Mellian mildly says, "In my years of madness, I saw a great many things that were not there."
Nalver says, "Do not some, maybe most, Elanthian nations let religious orders operate independently as long as they remain neutral in state matters. To the extent that they are physicially within a nation. Their land is part of the nation. Their people are part of the nation. But the entity of spiritual matters is not part of the nation, just within the nation."
Svardin says, "Usually after blows ta da head."
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd says, "Barlan Kane however is a reality."
Speaking to Nalver, Talliver says, "This is so."
Opalina nods understandingly.
Randsford nods at Perigourd.
Perigourd says, "And his threat is legitimate."
Falvicar nods at Perigourd.
Speaking measuredly to Mellian, you ask, "Indeed, as has been the warning many have given. However, to have two separate visions of almost identical quality along with a successful commune would hold a greater weight than the visions of a woman caught in madness, yes?"
Talliver says, "Randsford and Perigourd are right. Worldly foes have spiritual consequences."
Opalina says, "There are times I see something and it's not really there."
Roelon nods at Talliver.
Randsford says, "Our enemies will not fight fairly making it more important for us to band together."
Sorlu smiles at you.
As Falvicar rubs his rolaren sword symbol it briefly gives off a silvery glow.
Mellian shifts her position slightly, leaning back in her chair as if uncomfortable. There is a thoughtful look on her face.
Svardin says, "Foes are ta be opposed by all who want full lives."
Perigourd says, "And his threat is legitimate."
Perigourd coughs.
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "And to add to Talliver, there seems to be a commonality between what happened here in the past and what Barlan Kane has done...is doing."
Svardin says, "As a wise person said, da only way for evil to succeed is fer good folks ta do nuttin."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "I am sure you knew that."
Dendum nods at Svardin.
Randsford nods at Svardin.
Falvicar nods at Svardin.
Sorlu smiles at Svardin.
Falvicar grins at Roelon.
Mellian slowly empties her lungs.
Aryleste nods at Svardin.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Svardin grins.
Perigourd nods at Svardin.
Mellian says, "When I look southward, I see the outgrowth of such a marriage between state and spirit."
An intense chill fills the air surrounding Roelon.
Svardin nods at Mellian.
Mellian asks, "How often does the Church in Turamzzyr speak the God-King's words, and how often are they the Emperor's?"
Svardin says, "And ta da east."
Dendum slowly empties his lungs.
Falvicar mutters blameless.
Draelor nods.
Perigourd scratches at his beard.
Nalver gazes in awe at Perigourd.
Nalver stares at Geijon.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum says, ""The empire of the sun throne.........is also example of what happens when spirit and state do not communicate well..."
Talliver says, "We are not asking for the Abbey to serve as a state religion."
Mellian ponders.
Speaking to Talliver, Nalver asks, "Then what are we asking?"
Speaking to Mellian, Aryleste asks, "Than what better way than to lead by example?"
Roelon deeply says, "Ah believe what we wish to forge here something nae of the empire or what is to the east."
Svardin says, "Everyone has der own convictions."
Queatus nods.
Falvicar takes a drink from his spiked anise tea.
A pained expression crosses Qistra's face as she grimaces at Svardin.
Falvicar nods at Roelon.
Mellian flatly asks, "Yes, what are you requesting, Master Dabbings?"
Speaking to Mellian, Aryleste says, "Our spirit quest is meaningless if we do nothing and allow others to suffer."
Aryleste turns to face Talliver.
Speaking to Nalver, Talliver says, "We wish for the Abbey to join us in this effort."
Opalina's right brilliant cerulean eye twitches with an odd tic, though her face remains unreadable.
Sorlu nods at Talliver.
Svardin says, "Protectin da innocents protects us all and what an how dey believe da world ta be is up ta dem. Doesn't matter to why dey need defended."
Draelor takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Talliver says, "Worldly interdependence, but spiritual independence."
Speaking to Talliver, Nalver asks, "To join us how?"
Iniania ponders.
Falvicar agrees with Roelon.
Aryleste nods at Talliver.
Geijon nods at Svardin.
Speaking to Mellian, Talliver says, "The toxicity of the church and crown in Turamzzyr is on both sides."
Speaking to Nalver, Svardin asks, "How bout just as a community dat is much less agin each other and more for each other?"
Roelon nods slowly.
Falvicar nods at Talliver.
Aryleste nods at Svardin.
You smile at Sorlu.
Talliver says, "The Church of Koar has exerted just as much power over the Emperor as he does over the Church."
Mellian carefully says, "That seems a fine argument against our participation."
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Sorlu casually says, "I believe we wish only to make formal what has always been the case... That Icemule stands with The Abbey, and that The Abbey is with Icemule. And within that bond, we become one."
Speaking to Svardin, Nalver says, "I am just not sure how an Abbey joins a nation and remains separate."
An intense chill fills the air surrounding Roelon.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum reminds, ""If you see someone misuse fire to harm a thing, one does not then forever abandon fire as a tool....one instead finds a better path...a better use...a brighter future."
Svardin says, "Dey has der own realm."
Svardin says, "But is part of da whole."
Sorlu nods at Svardin.
Aryleste nods at Sorlu.
Roelon nods at Svardin.
Svardin says, "No more, no less."
Lilanna adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to Svardin, Sorlu says, "I believe we are using the term 'County' at the moment."
Svardin asks, "County?"
Sorlu smiles quietly to himself.
You try hard not to grin.
Svardin turns around.
Svardin turns around.
Lilanna asks, "We?"
Speaking to Talliver, Nalver asks, "Are you just asking Mother Mellian to agree to the formation or are you asking the Abbey to be a part of the formation and participate in such?"
Speaking to Lilanna, you repeat, "For the moment."
You smile.
Talliver says, "I feel I must choose my words carefully lest they be misconstrued as a threat."
Sorlu nods to you.
Svardin squints.
Randsford glances at Talliver.
Sorlu cocks his head at Talliver.
Speaking to Nalver, Dendum remarks, ""Perhaps...is just request for blessing."
Dendum starts chortling.
Aryleste raises an eyebrow in Talliver's direction.
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Talliver says, "The others have spoken true. This is a thing that we aim to do. By the nature of the Abbey's location, this is a matter I don't feel you can ignore."
Sorlu nods in agreement at Talliver.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking to Talliver, Svardin says, "Dey can in a sense so long as da Abbey isn't going to oppose what other free people want to do."
Speaking to Talliver, you say, "Perhaps the abbess believes that her goddess will spare them from the danger that lurks."
Speaking to you, Opalina says, "Maybe she's right."
Sorlu whispers something to Svardin.
Speaking to Mellian, you say, "Though considering the rocky history of this place, mayhaps you should put some faith in the physical as well as the spiritual."
Queatus babbles something unintelligible.
Mellian says, "I appreciate the care of the words you all choose."
Looking satisfied, Dendum nods in agreement.
Sorlu grins at Svardin.
Svardin nods.
Sorlu nods once at Svardin.
Draelor takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Svardin glances up.
Mellian says, "I will respond in kind."
Nalver squints at Mellian.
Perigourd folds his hands behind his back.
Mellian says, "Moonsedge is a danger to all of the North, but I think it a minor one."
Svardin nods at Mellian.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Mellian.
Mellian cautiously says, "Forces move in the darkness, pushing at kings and queens as if they are but pawns on a board."
Lilanna blinks.
Perigourd nods thoughtfully.
Nalver nods at Mellian.
Opalina leans back.
Sorlu coyly taps the sharpened jade tip of his silver talon ring against the corner of his bottom lip, gazing out at something unseen.
Svardin says, "Dem dat seek to oppress others only seals der own doom. Time is always agin dem."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "Where do you see those forces in relation to the formation of a Nation of the North?"
Mellian soberly says, "I have not decided."
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.
Aryleste nods.
Qistra says, "Me decided sumpins."
Qistra nods.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "Do you think the quest for knowledge of the unlife, across the world, is part of these forces?"
Geijon shifts his weight.
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.
Speaking to a grizzled porcupine, Svardin asks, "Wha do you tink?"
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "All that you speak is corret. Darkness does loom and it does pull at our strings. Kings and entire empires are pawns but we are no empire and we have no kings. We have concerned citizens fighting for their own freedom. The darkness can pull at us too but it is our unity and resolve that makes us stronger."
Speaking to Nalver, Mellian says, "I believe that Moonsedge still has a part to play in matters, though perhaps not the one we expect."
Roelon whispers something to Talliver.
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum asks, ""What would such unity with the Abbey look like?"
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd reasons, "If forces of darkness are moving pieces, ought not forces of light move to check and counter them, or do we simply await the end game?"
Aryleste nods at Randsford.
Roelon nods at Randsford.
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum asks, ""Surely you can not expect warriors from the abbey?"
Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "Not all warriors need carry a blade."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "Interesting, but not quite what I was thinking. More like, if a King or Queen could have an army that didn't die, they could move across the world."
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "Oleani teaches us to love everyone and accept all. These are not what the other empires seek but will be our calling card. Any wishing to join our nation will have an equal say and fight for the same freedoms."
Speaking to Nalver, Svardin asks, "Couldn't?"
Svardin snickers.
Svardin glances out.
Talliver says, "The Abbey has healers, culture, and knowledge that would be jewels to spangle a new nation."
Dendum nods at Talliver.
Talliver says, "Swords are not my aim."
Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "Even just their healing talents alone are quite valuable to our future."
Sorlu nods at Talliver.
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Imrys looks rather relaxed.
Opalina adopts an agreeable expression.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum remarks, ""Surely knowledge and culture...and the blessing of a Great Spirit of Fertility are open to those of the north yes?"
Roelon nods at Dendum.
Nalver removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his black silk gem pouch.
Speaking slyly to Mellian, Dendum says, ""a new nation could use such vigorous blessings."
Roelon casually observes his surroundings.
Dendum says, "To grow..."
Mellian ponders.
Qistra exclaims, "Vampires!"
Dendum starts chortling.
Svardin glances out.
Svardin stands up.
Qistra squeals.
Nalver put an oversized off-white proclamation in his black silk gem pouch.
Mellian says, "I have heard much about what is desired from the Abbey, but not what this new nation would bring to such a union."
Falvicar nods at Roelon.
Svardin says, "I must take my leave. Rufus is wavin his nightcap at me in a very threatenin manner."
Svardin waves.
Talliver nods at Svardin.
Perigourd turns toward Svardin and renders a sharp hand salute.
High Lord Svardin just went southwest.
At Least It Wasn't the Hinterwilds
Your surroundings blur into a white fog . . .
[Icemule Trace, Ice Garden - 3365] (u4043800)
Alpine flowerbeds ring this tucked-away courtyard, their bright colors a feast for the eyes in comparison to the white of all the snow that lies beyond the gate. Tamped snow paths keep footsteps soft in this small haven as travellers make their way to and from the chambers north of here. Centered in a bed of white edelweiss and aromatic purple-flowered calamintha is an ice fountain, its watery spray frozen in a sparkling plume. You also see the glossy pink Rimo disk shaped like a jellyfish, a battered mithril chest, a dented gold box, a frost-covered glass box, a wrought iron gate, an iron-banded birchwood barrel and a blanket of snow. Also here: Roelon who is sitting, Dendum, Lord Randsford, Kelfyr, Queatus, Mayor Talliver who is sitting, Adalfuns who is sitting, Sir Geijon, Imrys, Wolfloner who is sitting, Draelor, Chronicler Falvicar, Lightweaver Opalina, Commodore Loralaii, Qistra, Lady Iniania who is sitting, Aryleste, Brisca, Lord Sorlu who is sitting, Envoy Lilanna, Nalver who is sitting, Perigourd, Vindicate who is kneeling, Rimo, Hesperos who is sleeping Obvious paths: north
Dendum blinks.
Nalver blinks.
Perigourd stares off into space.
Roelon blinks.
You laugh out loud!
Talliver blinks.
Nalver says, "Gah."
Falvicar blinks.
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Randsford squints.
Draelor blinks.
Sorlu gazes with interest at his surroundings.
Kelfyr cocks his head.
Adalfuns stands up.
You say, "That's one way to end a conversation."
Delicate snowflakes cling to your eyelashes.
Wolfloner stands up.
Falvicar frowns.
Sorlu starts chuckling at you!
Iniania stands up.
Adalfuns says, "Impressive."
Talliver says, "We should probably return, lest we find the doors closed."
Roelon stands up.
Talliver stands up.
Roelon glances at Nalver.
Falvicar nods in agreement.
A black-tailed mountain hare edges into the area, nose twitching. Then, emboldened, he hops up to Nalver and perks his long ears attentively.
Perigourd pulls you to your feet.
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Perigourd pulls Sorlu to his feet.
Roelon nods at Nalver.
Nalver stands up.
Speaking to Talliver, you say, "You say that but it would appear they already mostly are."
Roelon deeply says, "Ah new port will be created by Nalver."
Randsford looks over at you and shakes his head.
Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "Let us continue to kick then."
Perigourd says, "One can not fault them for taking caution."
Imrys leans softly against Adalfuns.
Sorlu nods at Perigourd.
Speaking to you, Randsford says, "Caution is to be expected, I would be concerned if it was not there."
Svardin squints.
A deep growl rumbles in Nalver's chest as he slices his hand through the air, cutting invisible runes.
Nalver gestures.
Pale, swirling mist begins to billow out from nothingness before you, and quickly coalesces into a small orb of shifting essence. Suddenly, the orb expands and forms an elliptical portal of swirling blues and blacks, its edges shrouded in dancing blue-white mist.
You follow Roelon as he steps through the shifting portal.
[Abbey, Waiting Chamber - 2939] (u4132012) Angled off from the main hall, the chamber is semiprivate. A stout honey maple sideboard lines one wall, sitting opposite a few comfortable chairs of arctic puma hide leather. The far wall features a large stained glass window that looks out onto tree-lined mountains crowned in snow. You also see a shifting portal, a black-tailed mountain hare and a resplendent obsidian black raven that is flying around. Also here: Aryleste, Lady Iniania, Commodore Loralaii, Lightweaver Opalina, Chronicler Falvicar, Draelor, Wolfloner, Imrys, Adalfuns, Mayor Talliver, Kelfyr, Lord Randsford, Nalver, Queatus, Sir Geijon who is sitting, Dendum who is sitting, Mother Superior Mellian who is sitting Obvious exits: southwest
The shifting portal shimmers slightly, the haze within its glowing outline growing opaque as it contracts to a pinpoint of blue-grey mist and vanishes.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum asks, ""Since they are all gone think perhaps could talk about smaller things? Seems to be a lack of Forest Gnomes in the north to truly meet with think an offering or two could help?"
Queatus walks over to the chair and settles down.
Mellian blinks.
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Falvicar nods once.
Sorlu walks over to the chair and settles down.
Sorlu takes a drink from his mineral water.
Dendum sighs.
Mellian pours herself a bottle of mineral water.
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Imrys looks rather relaxed.
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu asks, "So, where were we....?"
Mellian walks over to the chair and settles down.
Sorlu smiles.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum says, ""Ahh never mind they are back."
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "Pardon us, Mother Superior."
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum says, ""Can come back later."
Adalfuns walks over to the chair and settles down.
Roelon walks over to the chair and settles down.
Speaking to Mellian, you say, "Perhaps someone thought a show of our magic that we could offer was called for."
You gaze in amusement at your surroundings.
Nalver walks over to the chair and settles down.
Sorlu starts chuckling at you!
Mellian mildly says, "Quite impressive."
Adalfuns snickers at you!
Imrys laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from you.
Nalver frowns.
Roelon bows to Nalver.
Opalina dusts herself off.
Perigourd dances his fingers against his leather belt's buckle in a lively rhythm filled with anticipatory pauses.
Iniania sits down.
Speaking to Mellian, you say, "A much more effective means of evacuation, should you or the sisters ever need it."
Falvicar rubs Opalina's shoulders gently.
Speaking to Mellian, you ask, "Don't you think?"
Opalina wraps her arms around Falvicar and rests her head on his shoulder.
Mellian offers a soft laugh, but nothing more.
Roelon agrees with you.
Roelon grins.
Talliver walks over to the chair and settles down.
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Let us be blunt, Mother Superior...if Icemule should fall to darkness, soon after the Abbey would as well. You need as surely as much as we need you. We truly have but one course of action, and that is to unify."
Opalina takes a drink from her spiked anise tea.
Falvicar takes a drink from his spiked anise tea.
Color creeps up Falvicar's cheeks until his face is a vivid scarlet color.
You settle yourself on the leather chair for a moment's rest.
You fold your hands in your lap.
Flashing a quick grin and stifling a laugh, Dendum gazes in amusement at you.
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "To answer you, our nation will bring stability. Empires to the east have already shown that our borders are there to be ignored. The activity from the empire to the south brings similar concerns. Our nation is merely there to enforce our independence and let it be known we will be governed by ourselves and no others."
Brisca nods.
Sorlu nods at Randsford.
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly.
Falvicar nods at Randsford.
Randsford says, "We seek no global ambitions and do not seek to expand our borders beyond any willing to join. I have no intention to ever roll our armies to another nation beyond defense."
Mellian says, "It is interesting that you speak of stability so soon after your conflict with the Vaalor."
Dendum offers, ""Has not the history of this abbey shown what Icemule can offer it?"
Randsford nods at Mellian.
Randsford says, "It is because of these conflicts that we must bring stability."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "I might ask a question of you that is somewhat bold. It is known that the people of Moonsedge were once of Lorminstra and that they fled when things went..unliving. It is also known the Abbey has had dealings with some of the unliving that came from Moonsdege. Would a nation that is able to stabilize such a threat to the living not be a good place to reside? And if so, what would the abbey contribute to such a cause?"
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "Such conflict...send down such ah path, by one of the very dark forces that are lurking, Mother Superior."
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Our victory over them is what has granted us the ability to begin to find that stability again."
Roelon tilts his head down.
Mellian looks thoughtfully at Nalver.
Sorlu takes a drink from his mineral water.
Mellian says, "It is true that Moonsedge was once a place of great promise, before the town fell into obscurity."
Speaking ominously to Mellian, Sorlu says, "And if it happened there.."
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly.
Sorlu shrugs slightly.
Roelon deeply says, "Such darkness could be stopped."
Speaking to Mellian, Opalina says, "Do you know .."
Roelon frowns.
Speaking to Sorlu, Dendum says, ""Darkness HAS happened here."
Talliver sharply says, "We did not seek instability with Ta'Vaalor."
Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "But we have always come out ahead."
Mellian says, "...and yet."
Speaking to Mellian, you say, "As you have said yourself, there is danger lurking. You must ask yourself how you and yours should respond in such a time as this. Do you wish to hide behind your walls or join with a town that has shown time and again that she stands with you? If you fear misguided choices or rash decisions, then surely you partnering in this cause could only bring good things as you could offer wisdom and have a direct impact."
Sorlu nods to you.
Speaking to you, Mellian says, "I am not unmindful of Icemule Trace's long relationship with the Abbey, child."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "To be blatantly frank. I believe the Abbey holds the knowledge to do something about Moonsedge. And the other dark forces. As to why that has not come forward, I can only speculate some thoughts of neutrality or the appearance of meekness."
Speaking deeply to Mellian, Roelon says, "One of Andelas saw the opportunity and set us down such ah path. One ah nae wished to hae walked. It has tought me much."
Mellian says, "We have a high level of expertise with the undead, yes."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "And I'll voice it further. The issue with Ta'Vaalor is likely direct result of those dark forces mingling in this world and I think it would be beyond foolish to start a nation with the same people in charge that nearly caused the conquering of this region."
Opalina raises an eyebrow in Nalver's direction.
The sound of the wind whistling comes from outside.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "But if the idea of stability is appealing, then contribute to that and flush out the local forces."
Nalver says, "Dark forces, even."
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu says, "What concern do you have in joining with us? Perhaps I missed it.."
Speaking to Mellian, Sorlu says, "Surely it is not mistrust after all this time."
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd says, "I suppose it comes down to where you think you can do the most good. Holding refuge here and remaining isolated, hoping others will take care of the threats outside the walls, or by taking a hand in directing things towards a more enlightened path."
Adalfuns takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Nalver agrees with Perigourd.
Speaking to Perigourd, you say, "You said it much better than I did."
Imrys nods slightly at Perigourd.
Lilanna nods perfunctorily.
Talliver leans forward.
Geijon chuckles.
Mellian says, "I do not entirely trust you, no."
Speaking to Perigourd, Sorlu says, "Truly, very little would change other than the Abbey would know, not hope, that they are protected."
Roelon nods slowly.
Randsford nods understandingly at Mellian.
Sorlu frowns at Mellian.
Mellian says, "Trust is... hard to come by, after one has lived as I have lived."
Dendum nods once.
Roelon agrees with Mellian.
Opalina says, "Trust is easily lost, and even harder to gain."
Roelon nods at Opalina.
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "Actions speak louder than any words we can give tonight. If our past actions have not earned your trust then speak freely in what we must do to prove our intentions."
Mellian says, "However, you were kind to me when no others would have been."
Falvicar ponders.
Sorlu nods in agreement at Mellian.
Mellian says, "But kindness is not a measure of success. Should this new nation fall, I fear to lead my children after it in ruin."
Sorlu rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Mellian, Opalina says, "We are a family first.. if you fall we all fall."
Sorlu nods once at Roelon.
Speaking to Mellian, Dendum says, ""If this new nation grows without wisdom could be as dangerous as falling without strength...both things are made less by strong guidance from the abbey."
Speaking softly to Mellian, Iniania asks, "How would you know unless you try?"
Nalver stares at Opalina.
Mellian closes her eyes for a moment.
Aryleste asks, "Are we not stronger together?"
Brisca nods at Iniania.
Sorlu agrees with Aryleste.
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Mellian says, "I have heard your arguments and I have come to a decision."
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "I would think that the formation of this nation is to strength bonds and to face internal issues. To be less appealing to the outside world."
Sorlu cocks his head at Mellian.
Aryleste turns an inquisitive ear toward Mellian.
Wolfloner turns an inquisitive ear toward Mellian.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver says, "So what I think Opalina is trying to say is that if anything would come to threaten this nation, it would threaten the Abbey regardless of its status in the nation."
Iniania adopts an agreeable expression.
Mellian says, "For now, I consent to advise in the creation of this nation. Once you have determined its constituents, I will decide whether we stand apart as friends or together as one."
Queatus nods approvingly.
Aryleste curtsies to Mellian.
Roelon nods once.
Adopting a knowing expression, Dendum nods understandingly.
Falvicar nods once.
Aryleste smiles.
Speaking smoothly to Mellian, Sorlu says, "You are as wise as the legends speak, Mother Superior."
Queatus says, "Excellent."
Imrys nods appreciatively.
Sorlu smiles at Mellian.
Aryleste says, "We can ask for no more."
Roelon deeply says, "It is all we could ask as we venture on this path."
Falvicar takes a drink from his spiked anise tea.
Color creeps up Falvicar's cheeks until his face is a vivid scarlet color.
Roelon bows to Mellian.
Dendum raises his elderberry mead in a toast!
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Lilanna's concentration shifts and becomes more focused as she slightly tilts an ear in a particular direction.
Adalfuns gazes with interest at Mellian.
Opalina turns an inquisitive ear toward Mellian.
Mellian says, "They are called the Dusk Coven."
Randsford raises an eyebrow.
Roelon nods at Mellian.
Perigourd furrows his brow.
Mellian says, "I hear whispers of their deeds, done under cover of shadow."
Sorlu picks idly at a slender Nalfein-styled cane.
Iniania squints at Mellian.
Kelfyr scratches at his mustache.
Queatus frowns.
Sorlu nods.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Falvicar tilts his head toward Mellian, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
Brisca asks, "For better or worse?"
Roelon deeply asks, "Is it true, there are five?"
Sorlu smiles at you.
Mellian says, "They are quiet and cautious and careful."
Queatus grins.
Speaking to Roelon, Mellian says, "They are far more than five, but I believe that five do lead them."
Roelon nods slowly.
Dendum frowns.
Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.
Perigourd looks thoughtfully at Mellian.
Sorlu nods rhythmically at Mellian.
Dendum says, "Minions."
Roelon nods at Dendum.
Dendum leans on his crook.
Dendum takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Dendum looks rather relaxed.
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
Mellian says, "I have heard whispers of them gathering forces, calling the discontent and the ambitious to their banners in secret."
Draelor frowns.
Sorlu frowns.
Falvicar frowns.
Sorlu glances appraisingly around the room.
Roelon nods slowly.
Dendum repeats, ""The Dusk Coven..."
Loralaii darkly asks, "If they've been discovered, how cautious are they?"
Falvicar nods at Dendum.
Speaking to Loralaii, Mellian says, "A name is not a discovery."
Sorlu whispers something to Roelon.
Speaking softly to Mellian, Iniania asks, "What are their intentions with gathering such to them?"
Speaking darkly to Mellian, Loralaii says, "I beleive it is."
Imrys takes a drink from her elderberry mead.
Imrys looks rather relaxed.
Speaking to Iniania, Sorlu says, "Wickedness, I would assume."
Talliver grimly says, "When the Dark Alliance moved, it shook the world. They could not easily hide such forces, and so they made themselves known."
Iniania nods at Sorlu.
Roelon deeply says, "It is something there, only confirmed further."
Loralaii whispers something to Sorlu.
Perigourd nods thoughtfully.
Sorlu smiles at Loralaii.
Dendum glances at Talliver.
Roelon nods at Talliver.
Falvicar nods.
Talliver says, "Surely this Dusk Coven cannot have such forces, or they would be leaving a mark. Trade routes, food, silver... a great deal is required to support a force of any size."
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out one ring of smoke before him briefly.
Speaking to Talliver, Mellian asks, "How confident are you in your assessment, Master Dabbings?"
Speaking to Talliver, Perigourd says, "Not if they're undead."
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum remarks, ""One would be suprised how easy it is to move under the cover others make...."
Roelon glances at Perigourd and rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Geijon adopts an agreeable expression.
Talliver hesitantly says, "Not very."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "What do you think of Briarmoon Cove?"
Speaking to Talliver, Randsford asks, "The other empires move, this coven could easily slip some of their own within. Rammael did this to us, is it really so far fetched to not think it is happening to others?"
Nalver says, "I thought Ramael may have gone there to hide and been opportunistic in bringing Ta'Vaalor along to make everyone forget about his pawing."
Speaking to Nalver, Mellian says, "Their traders and mayor sometimes come to me for advice."
Talliver nods at Randsford.
Perigourd nods thoughtfully at Nalver.
Speaking to Randsford, Talliver says, "It is possible."
Randsford nods grimly at Talliver.
Talliver says, "It is just as dangerous to overestimate one's enemies as to underestimate them, though."
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly.
Draelor takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Sorlu agrees with Talliver.
Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum remarks, ""You think of armies...it took only a few traitors to blow up parts of Icemule."
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "And do you think they would consider joining a nation? Would you think they be trustworthy of us seeking their council?"
Talliver says, "I do not believe that any foe can be solely responsible for the unrest that grips the world."
Speaking to Talliver, Perigourd says, "Playing upon the fears and concerns of all folk."
Perigourd says, "Keeping their opponents off balance while they take advantage of the chaos."
Perigourd nods thoughtfully.
Mellian says, "The trouble with the engines of power, Master Dabbings, is that they are easy to turn when one has the right tools."
Sorlu nods slowly at Perigourd.
Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Mellian says, "One need not destroy an entire empire if a well-placed push can send it toppling."
Sorlu whispers something to Perigourd.
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd asks, "You haven't happened to learn the identity of these five leaders by chance?"
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford asks, "Are there wards or any other spiritual tool the abby possess that may assist in our detecting these presence within our borders?"
Speaking to Perigourd, Mellian says, "I have not."
Speaking to Randsford, Mellian says, "I shall consider that question well."
Randsford nods.
Speaking to Mellian, Nalver asks, "Did Barlan Kane and his family ever seek guidance from you?"
Sorlu chuckles to himself.
Perigourd winks at Sorlu.
Sorlu grins slowly.
Roelon whispers something to Falvicar.
Roelon nods slowly.
Talliver says, "Well."
Talliver says, "I believe that we have consumed enough of your time. I... think we have done good work here."
Sorlu agrees with Talliver.
Mellian leans forward.
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly.
Geijon joins Roelon's group.
Mellian whispers something to Talliver.
Adalfuns takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Adalfuns stands up.
Geijon bows deeply at the waist, honoring Mellian.
Talliver closes his eyes for a moment.
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd asks, "If there's a way in which we may be of service to the abbey as well, do send word?"
Talliver nods faintly at Mellian.
Speaking brightly to Mellian, Dendum says, ""Look on good side...perhaps can introduce half-krolvin and Giants to wonders of Great Spirit of the Abbey."
Dendum nods at Mellian.
Sorlu glances suspiciously between Talliver and Mellian.
Aryleste curtsies to Mellian.
Speaking to Mellian, Falvicar asks, "Mother Superior, prithee if nae mind... would you happen to know and be willing to answer two questions? The first I'm sure I know the answer but those five.. they are Lornon no doubt but not knowing their names I don't know if you'd happen to know if those five worship five different Lornon. My second question, if you nae mind.. you wouldn't happen to know if this Dusk Coven is trying to gain some sort of knowledge.. and would it would be would ye?"
Mellian smoothly says, "Have care, or I will present you with quite a list."
Perigourd chuckles.
Speaking to Mellian, Perigourd says, "Just as well at my age that I get one."
Perigourd nods slowly at Mellian.
Roelon nods at Falvicar.
Geijon smiles.
Roelon grins at Mellian.
Falvicar nods at Roelon.
Sorlu chuckles to himself.
Sorlu stands up.
Speaking to Falvicar, Mellian says, "I believe that the forces of the Coven are varied in their devotions, but committed to one cause."
Speaking appreciatively to Mellian, Sorlu says, "We thank you for your time tonight, Mother Superior."
Mellian nods.
Falvicar tilts his head toward Mellian, examining her intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.
You stand back up.
Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.
Speaking to Sorlu, Mellian says, "I am happy to have obliged."
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Mellian. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.
Mellian stands up.
Sorlu smiles.
Sorlu nods perfunctorily.
Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out three rings of smoke before him briefly.
Randsford bows to Mellian.
Mellian smooths her robe.
Speaking to Mellian, Randsford says, "Thank you for your words and consideration."
Speaking to Mellian, Opalina says, "It was really nice to finally get to meet you I've heard so much."
Perigourd nods in agreement at Opalina.
Speaking to Opalina, Mellian says, "We have known each other a long time, Opalina."
You chuckle.
Mellian says, "I may not have been myself, but I do not forget those who were kind to me long ago."
Opalina's cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening her freckles even more.
Sorlu flashes a wide grin.
Mellian turns around.
Aryleste smiles at Mellian.
Mellian says, "Blessings upon you."
Imrys nods respectfully.
Mother Superior Mellian just went southwest.
Arranging his face into a formal expression, Perigourd gives a respectful bow, one hand going to his suede hood to keep it in place.
Roelon deeply says, "Again, it is good to see ye, Mother Superior. Thank ye fir yir words of wisdom."
Dendum beams!
Roelon glances south.
Roelon nods slowly.
Roelon stands up.
Sorlu glances southwest.
Dendum joins Roelon's group.
Speaking to Talliver, Sorlu says, "You handled that quite well, Mayor Dabbings."
Roelon grins at Sorlu.
Dendum says, "Ahh have the blessing of this place....should find a nice Burghal to get to know better...."
Falvicar nods at Roelon.
Queatus joins Roelon's group.
Speaking deeply to Talliver, Roelon says, "It is ah step however, Mayor. One, perhaps, but in the right direction."
Talliver carefully says, "Yes, I think this was a good step forward."
Adalfuns takes a drink from his elderberry mead.
Looking satisfied, Dendum nods in agreement.
Sorlu says, "And many good points were made by those gathered with us. I am sure she will be swayed fully eventually to our purpose."
Roelon pulls the voluminous tartan-lined hood of his black leather duster over his head, preparing himself for the capricious elements of the outdoors.
Dendum says, "Is better than step the wrong way."
Randsford says, "I didn't hear a no so I call that a win."
Randsford shrugs.
Roelon nods at Randsford.
Falvicar nods at Randsford.
Roelon deeply says, "But it also makes the next step."
Talliver says, "I would have liked to have had a fuller commitment from the Abbey to make our work with the other peoples more compelling."
Aryleste nods at Randsford.
Talliver says, "But this will do."
Speaking deeply to Talliver, Roelon says, "That much more important."
Brisca asks, "Who else do you need the support of?"
Falvicar nods once at Talliver.
Speaking to Talliver, Dendum asks, ""Will Giants truly care about position of Abbey?"
Speaking to Brisca, Perigourd says, "I believe he's approached the Ice Giants, and the Half-Krolvin of the Crawling shore."
Speaking to Talliver, Randsford says, "Faith Mayor. We must have faith they will do the right thing as they must have the same faith in us."
Speaking to Dendum, Nalver says, "They don't seem to attack it."
Sorlu says, "A small victory is much better than a large failure. We have made progress."
Speaking to Dendum, Talliver says, "They will care about strength in numbers."
Nalver shrugs at Dendum.
Sorlu nods once.
Speaking to Brisca, Perigourd says, "Perhaps the Wsalamiri."
Talliver nods at Brisca.
Randsford nods encouragingly at Talliver.
Geijon bows.
Dendum nods at Talliver.
Speaking to Brisca, Talliver says, "The Wsalamir will be a challenge."
Opalina takes a drink from her spiked anise tea.
Talliver says, "Even if we were to gain the allegiance of all the peoples who have approached, this will be a near thing. The North is far from populous."
Speaking deeply to Talliver, Roelon says, "Ah hae nae heard back from mah own clan. Ah will implore others to spread the word."
Opalina takes a drink from her spiked anise tea.
Color creeps up Opalina's cheeks until her face is a vivid scarlet color.
Speaking to Talliver, Randsford says, "Yes but the North terrain gives us the defensive advantage if anything were to go wrong."
Falvicar nods in agreement at Opalina.
Talliver nods at Randsford.
Perigourd furrows his brow.
Speaking deeply to Randsford, Roelon says, "Ah would hope to avoid such ah thing in the first place."
Roelon slowly exhales, and the air surrounding him smells of sweet and salty caramel offset by the bitterness of smokey absinthe.
You say, "An excellent start and a place from which to build. Many great things start simple."
Sorlu nods to you.
You say, "Please excuse me. I must attend to some matters."
Speaking to Roelon, Randsford says, "Tell that to Ronan, he is the one showing you otherwise."
Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod.
Randsford squints at Roelon.
Roelon deeply says, "But....nae tellin' how deep this coven has gotten."