The Watchfire Pact (storyline)/2023-04-19 - Recap and Resolutions (log)

This is a log of player-run Midweek Mule Train captured from the viewpoint of Aliashyrah.

Gather and Greetings

[Honeybeer Inn, Tap Room - 3449] (u4043217)

The lower walls are tinted plaster over stone, as evidenced by the chips at the exact level of the chair backs. The bar itself is worn, and the low brass footrest is polished only by the shoes of the many customers who have cradled a pint while leaning against the bar. You also see a massive snowy white tiger, some angel food cake, a halfling bartender and a polished oak menu.

Also here: Miss Teaberry who is sitting, Locklyer, Mearyn, High Lord Grutak, Ceilia, Dendum, Lord Randsford, Queatus, Adalfuns, Imrys, Trisscar who is sitting, Draelor, Blade Yardie, Lord Sorlu, Mistress Lithyia, Roelon, Lightweaver Opalina who is sitting

Lithyia says, "I will do no such thing."

Lithyia giggles.

Sorlu smiles.

Lithyia nods to Sorlu in greeting.

Lithyia nods to you in greeting.

Lithyia exclaims, "Greetings!"

Roelon nods to Sorlu in greeting.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Lithyia. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers you a formal bow.

Speaking to Lithyia, Sorlu teases, "I don't believe you."

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.

Lithyia sinks down in a deep curtsy before you, her lashes lowered.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Opalina. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.

Sorlu grins at Lithyia.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah good eve."

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Roelon with a short, courteous bow.

Lithyia asks, "What?"

Lithyia asks, "What did i do?"

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Opalina with a short, courteous bow.

Speaking deeply to Lithyia, Roelon says, "Ah dinnae wish us kicked out of the bar tonight. Perhaps ah will another time."

Sorlu politely says, "Good evening, Councillors."

Roelon grins.

Roelon nods at Lithyia.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Roelon!

Speaking to Lithyia, Sorlu says, "And Lithyia."

Roelon takes a drink from his honey beer.

Sorlu flashes a wide grin.

You ask, "Where is your sense of fun, Councillor?"

Lithyia smirks.

Lithyia laughs at you!

You flash a quick grin at Roelon.

Lithyia says, "I know some of my fellow Thorns plan to attend."

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "The bartender mae nae enjoy it as much as we would."

Roelon grins.

Sorlu smiles at Lithyia.

Opalina says, "Good evening."

Lithyia giggles at Roelon.

Opalina curtsies to you.

Speaking to Lithyia, Sorlu says, "I'm certainly happy to hear that."

Opalina curtsies to Sorlu.

Lithyia smiles at Sorlu.

Sorlu smiles at Opalina.

Lithyia says, "I think we're becoming more fond of you up here than...."

You say, "I am certain he could be persuaded."

Lithyia darkly says, "Those to the south."

Lithyia begins to twitch.

You grin slowly at Roelon.

Sorlu nods at Lithyia.

Speaking to Lithyia, Sorlu says, "With good reason."

Lithyia nods at Sorlu.

Speaking to Lithyia, you say, "The only surprise in that is that it has taken you time to come to that conclusion."

Lithyia says, "Well..i have deep ties to the Landing."

Lithyia says, "Old habits die hard."

Sorlu nods understandingly at Lithyia.

Speaking to Lithyia, you ask, "But does the landing return your sense of loyalty?"

You gaze with interest at Lithyia.

Lithyia says, "No..and it never has."

Lithyia says, "And it never will."

You nod understandingly at Lithyia.

Speaking to Lithyia, you say, "Then you are wise to seek a place that will embrace you as dearly as you embrace her."

Lithyia nods to you.

Lithyia says, "I already made one terrible mistake at one point...with Ta'Vaalor."

[General] Roelon thinks, "Evenin' and kilt blessin' to ye all."

Lithyia fidgets.

Sorlu agrees with you.

Lithyia says, "Wont make that mistake again."

Coins stares off into space.

Coins asks, "What are yall doing here?"

Speaking to Coins, you say, "Having friendly conversation."

Lithyia says, "Admiring Roelon's kilt."

Coins nods.

Coins put a small veniom-bound armoire in his fleece-lined cloak.

Coins waves.

You hear very soft footsteps.

Lithyia chuckles.

[General] Sorlu greets, "Good evening, Councillor Roelon."

Sorlu smiles quietly to himself.

Speaking to Roelon, you ask, "I have often wondered, what sort of blessing does a kilt bestow upon one so lucky to receive the blessing?"

Opalina playfully flips the folds of her cerulean skirt, jingling the tiny bells along the fringe.

Lithyia chuckles.

[General] Roelon thinks, "If any wish to join us in fir ah beer or two, perhaps even ah kilt flare, come take ah breather away from puzzles and history at the Honeybeer inn. At the tap room."

Sorlu grins at you.

Roelon grins at you.

You hear a soft tinkling as Opalina slowly turns the choker.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Lithyia stretches.

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "The story is quite long. But simply put the kilt hae become ah vessel in which ah channel spirits."

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Opalina smiles at Bentrill.

Roelon deeply says, "In the process, the ones ah wear to take on ah life on their own at times."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Lithyia says, "You...channel spirits...with your kilt..."

Speaking to Roelon, you tease, "Is that what you're channeling in there?"

Lithyia asks, "Is that what they call it now?"

Lithyia blushes a nice shade of dark red.

You chuckle at Lithyia.

Sorlu grins at you.

Sorlu snickers at Lithyia.

Roelon grins slowly.

Lithyia smirks.

Speaking to a halfling bartender, Opalina says, "It's nice to see your not losing your funds to strangers."

Roelon grins at Opalina.

Three town girls flirt outrageously with the halfling bartender, who does his best to maintain a professional demeanor. "Please, ladies. I have drinks to serve." This speech only makes the girls cackle, and try even harder to win his attention away from his other customers.

Speaking to Opalina, you ask, "Is that a worry?"

Roelon deeply says, "Now, in the process of blessin'..."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to you, Opalina says, "I thought I saw him getting ruffed up a few weeks ago by a giant."

Opalina looks thoughtfully at a halfling bartender.

Sorlu raises an eyebrow in Opalina's direction.

Speaking to Opalina, you ask, "The bartender?"

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "Ah cannae help if the view fir those which lack ah certain height mae believe they see more then intended."

Opalina nods to you.

Roelon shrugs.

Sorlu grins at Roelon.

Speaking to Opalina, you ask, "Did you report what you witnessed?"

Lithyia laughs at Roelon!

Opalina says, "It wasn't a giant I've seen before."

Lithyia blushes a nice shade of dark red.

Speaking deeply to Opalina, Roelon says, "Aye? What did ye see."

Roelon takes a drink from his honey beer.

Opalina says, "No unfortunatly the bartender refused to share any details with the marshall."

Roelon removes a weathered brown leather journal from in his black fur jacket.

Roelon glances at a halfling bartender.

Speaking to Opalina, you mention, "Surely the witness of a councillor would hold weight."

Opalina says, "But I've not seen it happen again since."

Roelon carefully opens his brown leather journal.

Sorlu rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Trisscar just arrived.

Roelon gently closes his brown leather journal.

Roelon put a weathered brown leather journal in his black fur jacket.

Speaking to you, Opalina says, "Well with my current track record not many are listening to me."

Roelon removes a ragged old journal from in his black fur jacket.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

You nod at Opalina.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Lithyia gives Yardie a friendly hug.

Lithyia exclaims, "Yardie!"

Opalina smiles at Yardie.

Speaking to Opalina, you say, "Unfortunate how things sometimes come back to haunt us."

Lithyia asks, "How is it you are on time?"

Sorlu nods to Yardie in greeting.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Yardie a formal bow.

Trisscar sits down next to a halfling bartender.

Yardie gives Lithyia a friendly hug.

Lithyia asks, "Are you actually staying?"

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "Ah good eve to ye."

Yardie gives Opalina a friendly hug.

Speaking playfully to Lithyia, you tease, "We told him it started an hour ago."

You wink at Lithyia.

Yardie and Roelon shake hands.

Lithyia laughs at you!

Lithyia says, "Good one."

Sorlu begins chuckling at Lithyia!

Lithyia nods to you.

Yardie and Sorlu shake hands.

Yardie blinks at you.

Sorlu smiles at Yardie.

Roelon chuckles.

Lithyia snickers.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Yardie. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in his direction.

Opalina says, "Well I don't feel haunted but Im there are some shadows lingering around for sure."

Opalina mutters sure.

Yardie bows to you.

Opalina hugs Yardie.

Trisscar says, "Ah shoot."

Trisscar stands up.

Trisscar just went east.

Draelor just arrived.

Lithyia waves to Draelor.

Draelor nods in greeting.

Speaking deeply to Opalina, Roelon says, "The shadows hold much these days. Even if it is mah lords realm. Many intrude."

Roelon sighs.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Opalina nods at Roelon.

Roelon gazes with interest at the old journal in his hand.

You say, "Is his realm the shadows or dreams? For they are not one and the same."

Sorlu casually says, "I find comfort in those shadows at times."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow.

Trisscar sighs.

Trisscar sits down next to a halfling bartender.

You smile at Sorlu.

Imrys cheerfully says, "Good evening."

Adalfuns places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, sir. One Icemule bock coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Adalfuns's order on top of the wooden bar.

Lithyia waves to Queatus.

Opalina gives Imrys a friendly hug.

Queatus waves.

Imrys gives Opalina a friendly hug.

Opalina exclaims, "Good evening Imry!"

Lithyia says, "Queatus...Yardie actualyly got here before you."

Imrys grins.

Queatus nods to Adalfuns in greeting.

Lithyia says, "You should be embarrassed."

Trisscar says, "Evening."

Lithyia pokes Queatus in the ribs.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Lithyia!

Queatus babbles something unintelligible.

Yardie snickers at Queatus.

Sorlu nods to Queatus in greeting.

Queatus exclaims, "I was early!"

Adalfuns waves.

Lithyia laughs at Queatus!

Opalina says, "Good evening."

Imrys places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Imrys. One toe tickler ale coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Imrys's order on top of the wooden bar.

Queatus nods to Sorlu in greeting.

Queatus waves to Imrys.

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "They are both, in ah sense. But his mission is the same either way."

Trisscar places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, madam. One snow lager coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Trisscar's order on top of the wooden bar.

Roelon waves to Adalfuns.

A halfling bartender leans on the wooden bar and asks, "What will it be?"

Opalina curtsies to Trisscar.

Roelon turns to face Trisscar.

Roelon playfully flips the folds of his black woolen kilt.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Queatus a formal bow.

Adalfuns grins wryly.

Imrys removes a mug of toe tickler ale from on a polished wooden bar.

Adalfuns takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Adalfuns looks rather relaxed.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Queatus squints at some angel food cake.

Trisscar removes a flagon of snow lager from on a polished wooden bar.

Queatus picks up some angel food cake.

Queatus attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Queatus sniffs at his angel food cake.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Queatus!

Draelor breathes in deeply as he clenches a pipe in his mouth, then exhales slowly, causing some rich red amorphous clouds of puffy smoke to float up from his mouth.

Queatus pops his cake into his mouth and smiles.

Opalina places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Opalina. One honey beer coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Opalina's order on top of the wooden bar.

Queatus whistles tunelessly to himself.

Opalina removes a mug of honey beer from on a polished wooden bar.

Lithyia grins at Queatus.

Roelon deeply asks, "How does the night are to ye all?"

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Lithyia tickles Queatus as they grin at each other.

Sorlu removes a loose thread near the bloodjewel on the front of his dark hematite overcoat and discards it with a flick of his fingers.

Yardie exclaims, "Oh, this is the punching bar!"

Roelon grins at Yardie.

Lithyia glances at Yardie.

Adalfuns takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Opalina says, "No it's not."

Queatus shakes his head.

Opalina giggles.

Lithyia says, "Do not punch me."

Speaking to Yardie, Draelor asks, "What?"

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "No, wrong one."

Lithyia says, "Or else."

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "Nae, but it could turn into such with enough drink."

Roelon chuckles.

Speaking to Opalina, Sorlu says, "It can be."

Sorlu grins at Opalina.

Lithyia reaches out and touches her flyrsilk ankle sheath.

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "That is the Ice Tavern just outside of town."

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "Awwww."

Lithyia removes a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle from in her flyrsilk ankle sheath.

Speaking to Sorlu, Opalina says, "You don't want it to be."

Sorlu says, "But let's hope not tonight."

Lithyia smiles.

Sorlu chuckles.

Sorlu agrees with Opalina.

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "It's been a while since I was....well...reborn here."

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Speaking curiously to Yardie, you ask, "Reborn?"

Lithyia nods to Randsford in greeting.

Trisscar waves to Roelon.

Lithyia jabs at the air with her rolaren dagger as she swears revenge against an enemy!

Randsford nods to Lithyia in greeting.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Lithyia chuckles.

Lithyia put a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle in her flyrsilk ankle sheath.

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "I was not born here."

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Lithyia smiles.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Roelon furrows his brow.

Roelon nods to Randsford in greeting.

Speaking to Yardie, you ask, "But you choose to claim the term reborn rather than moved or settled?"

Speaking deeply to Randsford, Roelon asks, "Come to drink with us?"

Sorlu nods to Randsford in greeting.

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "A strange choice."

Imrys waves to Randsford.

Randsford shrugs at Roelon.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "There's reason for it."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Yardie's direction.

Speaking to Roelon, Randsford says, "Making sure that kilt stays on."

Randsford squints at Roelon.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Randsford!

Lithyia says, "Randsford..."

Speaking to Roelon, Trisscar asks, "Still feel I am getting hurt more than helping, but I'm here, so I am happy. And your evening?"

Lithyia asks, "What...what if it doesnt?"

Speaking deeply to Randsford, Roelon says, "It stays on, however, one cannae help if the wind demands."

Roelon playfully flips the folds of his black woolen kilt.

Lithyia laughs at Roelon!

Speaking to Randsford, you say, "I am fairly certain you will be working in direct opposition with the Lady Lithyia then."

Sorlu nods to Dendum in greeting.

You smirk at Lithyia.

Randsford chuckles.

Lithyia laughs at you!

Lithyia waves her hand in a dismissive gesture.

Opalina waves to Dendum.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Dendum waves.

Lithyia grins at Queatus.

Lithyia just nudged Queatus.

Lithyia shakes her head.

Trisscar takes a drink from her snow lager.

Lithyia giggles to herself.

Roelon deeply says, "Ye grow stronger in doin' so. Any help is very much appreciated."

Lithyia nods to Dendum in greeting.

Roelon waves to Dendum.

Yardie extends a hand to Dendum.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Dendum bows to Roelon.

Lithyia says, "Hello Dendum."

Speaking to Dendum, Yardie says, "Hello Dendum."

Roelon gazes with interest at the old journal in his hand.

Dendum says, "Hrmm, greetings."

Dendum nods.

Trisscar nods gratefully at Roelon.

Roelon nods at Dendum.

Yardie extends a hand to Dendum.

Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon asks, "Care fir ah drink?"

Flashing a quick smile, Dendum nods in greeting at Yardie.

Roelon places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Roelon. One Icemule bock coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Roelon's order on top of the wooden bar.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Opalina ponders.

Opalina sits down next to a halfling bartender.

Dendum removes a flagon of Icemule bock from on a polished wooden bar.

Dendum turns to Roelon and cheers!

Dendum takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Dendum looks rather relaxed.

Lithyia ponders.

Lithyia places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Lithyia. One amber ale coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Lithyia's order on top of the wooden bar.

Lithyia removes a glass of amber ale from on a polished wooden bar.

Lithyia sniffs at her amber ale.

Lithyia takes a drink from her amber ale.

The Road to Here

Speaking deeply to Opalina, Roelon says, "Nae word of the Giant's from Valfald ah take it."

Imrys leans softly against Adalfuns.

Opalina looks over at Roelon and shakes her head.

Opalina says, "I've not see any word from them."

Sorlu smiles.

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "Nor hae ye heard any movement."

Opalina says, "No letters in my mailbox."

Lithyia frowns.

Sorlu shakes his head.

Sorlu says, "I have not heard of any news regarding that yet."

Queatus waves to Ceilia.

Roelon nods slowly.

Lithyia nods to Ceilia in greeting.

Roelon places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Roelon. One honey beer coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Roelon's order on top of the wooden bar.

Opalina says, "They did have to talk with their leaders and with their elders."

Lithyia smiles at Ceilia.

Roelon removes a mug of honey beer from on a polished wooden bar.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Opalina's direction.

Ceilia nods in greeting.

Opalina says, "That can sometimes take time."

Trisscar asks, "Giants from Valfald?"

Roelon deeply says, "Valfald is the Emissary of the Ice Giants."

Dendum takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Roelon nods at Trisscar.

Trisscar sheepishly says, "Ah, I am still learning. Thought it was a place."

Roelon deeply says, "He went to take word to their elder of Icemule's vision to unit us all as allies."

Opalina says, "It's possible they are in heated discussions and weighing all options."

Gyren just arrived.

Sorlu agrees with Roelon.

Lithyia says, "He was...rather imposing."

Roelon nods at Opalina.

Dendum offers, "Perhaps the giant is named after place."

Dendum nods at Trisscar.

Roelon deeply says, "Perhaps indeed."

Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon says, "Dinnae know their ways of namin' each other."

Trisscar says, "That sounds like a heavy task."

Roelon gazes with interest at the old journal in his hand.

Trisscar nods at Dendum.

Lithyia takes a drink from her amber ale.

Sorlu cocks his head at Roelon.

What's in a Name?

Opalina says, "I mean forming a Country can be tough you'd have to include others to sit at your table and help made decisions."

Sorlu asks, "That is the journal Perigourd gave you?"

Lithyia turns to face Grutak.

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Lithyia smiles at Grutak.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Grutak. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in his direction.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Speaking to Opalina, Yardie asks, "A country?"

Sorlu asks, "Have you been able to learn much from it?"

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "It is ah journel of one who met some of mah clan."

Sorlu casually glances at Grutak.

Grutak smiles at Lithyia.

Sorlu smiles at Grutak.

Lithyia gives Grutak a lingering kiss on the cheek.

You suggest, "Perhaps we should back up for those who might have missed some crucial steps."

With straightened posture and a firm chin, Sorlu presents himself to Grutak with a short, courteous bow.

Grutak nods warily to Sorlu.

You smile.

Lithyia takes a drink from her amber ale.

Grutak smiles and nods in greeting to you.

Speaking to Grutak, Sorlu says, "Good evening, Commander."

You say, "There seem to be several questions bouncing about."

Speaking to Sorlu, Grutak says, "Evening."

Speaking to Yardie, Opalina says, "I may have used the wrong term."

Trisscar says, "Sounds like it takes a lot of trust."

Speaking to Sorlu, Opalina asks, "Country? or United North?"

Grutak accepts Lithyia's promissory note.

Adalfuns asks, "Anyone take advantage of those low interest rate loans yet?"

Lithyia smiles.

Adalfuns takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Opalina agrees with Trisscar.

Opalina exclaims, "That too!"

Grutak removes a grooved ash grey whetstone from in his polished oak case.

Randsford nods to Grutak in greeting.

Roelon grins at Adalfuns.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Grutak a formal bow.

Imrys gazes in amusement at Adalfuns.

Lithyia grins at Grutak.

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "Many of the pages hae been damaged it seems."

Speaking to Opalina, you supply, "A northern confederated realm."

Grutak carefully and deliberately runs his ash grey whetstone along the blade of his etched vultite no-dachi, slowly honing it to a razored sharpness.

Grutak glances at Opalina.

Speaking to Yardie, Opalina says, "There.. Northern Confederated Realm."

Sorlu asks, "What have you learned from those pages that aren't destroyed?"

Grutak makes swift motions along the blade of his etched vultite no-dachi with his whetstone, sending faint sparks into the air.

Sorlu peers quizzically at Roelon.

Lithyia glances down.

Lithyia snickers.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Opalina nods at Grutak.

Grutak says, "No... A Northern Empire."

Grutak makes swift motions along the blade of his etched vultite no-dachi with his whetstone, sending faint sparks into the air.

Speaking to Grutak, you say, "It was thought perhaps best to stay away from that term, Commander."

Grutak says, "We should be striking fear into the hearts of our enemies."

Yardie repeats, "Northern Confederated Realm."

Lithyia takes a drink from her amber ale.

Queatus says, "Empire is not the right word."

Speaking to Grutak, you ask, "Does a Northern Confederated Realm not have enough strength for you?"

Sorlu just opened a snowflake-carved wooden case.

Queatus says, "We will not have an emperor."

Sorlu just closed a snowflake-carved wooden case.

Yardie asks, "What are some of the desires for this group?"

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "Peerin' through it again, in case there is something more."

Opalina agrees with Queatus.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "Perhaps you would wish to see the first draft of a proclamation of Rights."

Speaking to you, Grutak says, "Not as good as Empire."

You glance between Sorlu and Yardie.

Speaking to Grutak, you say, "That is a matter of opinion."

Grutak says, "I suppose."

Lithyia glances between Grutak and yourself.

Lithyia attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Yardie.

Lithyia sniffs at her amber ale.

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "You'll have to read it to me."

You nod slightly at Yardie.

Speaking to Yardie, Sorlu says, "My apologies. I thought I might have already given you one."

Queatus says, "How bout "Mighty" Northern Confederated Republic."

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "It will be good to practice with as well."

Queatus grins.

Sorlu grins at Queatus.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Queatus!

Speaking to Sorlu, Grutak says, "I don't think Yardie can read."

Lithyia just nudged Queatus.

Sorlu says, "Ah."

Roelon grins.

Lithyia nods at Grutak.

Sorlu nods at Grutak.

Lithyia says, "He's learning."

Lithyia smiles.

Dendum inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out a small stream of smoke before him briefly.

Speaking to Queatus, you say, "Those who must declare themselves mighty are often found to be far from it."

Adalfuns chuckles to himself.

Speaking to Yardie, Opalina says, "The Mayor is Rallying all our neighboring communities to stand behind one government to help defend and protect each other in what he fears is a shaky future based upon Visions both Roelon and He had recently."

Speaking to Yardie, Sorlu says, "I applaud you for attempting to overcome this...I am sure we can arrange to have someone read it to you."

Roelon deeply says, "Ah would suggest ah word or two. However...it strikes enough fear without needin' such."

Roelon pulls the folds of his black woolen kilt more tightly around his waist.

Queatus grins at you.

Yardie nods appreciatively at Sorlu.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "Lord Ronan has given ah glimpse of the future. Or the end of such, fir Icemule at the least."

Speaking to Sorlu, you say, "It is still good for him to have his own copy as well."

Sorlu agrees with you.

Sorlu just opened a snowflake-carved wooden case.

Grutak says, "We need to put to bed any notion that the North is weak and feeble."

Sorlu removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his wooden case.

Sorlu offers Yardie an oversized off-white proclamation.

Lithyia agrees with Grutak.

Trisscar carefully says, "Visions..."

Yardie accepts Sorlu's off-white proclamation.

Sorlu asks, "Is there anyone else who has not had a chance to read this Proclamation?"

Grutak says, "Religious mumblings."

Speaking curiously to you, Imrys asks, "Are there copies for anyone who might wish for one?"

Sorlu casually glances around the room.

You say, "Two almost identical visions given to the Mayor and Councillor Roelon."

Imrys flushes slightly, some color reaching her cheeks.

You nod at Imrys.

Speaking to Imrys, you say, "Certainly."

Sorlu removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his wooden case.

Sorlu offers Imrys an oversized off-white proclamation.

Queatus removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his worn and faded trousers.

Roelon deeply says, "The Mayor has had such in the past as well if ah recall."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Grutak put a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi in his broadcloth backpack.

Speaking to Sorlu, Imrys says, "Thank you."

Roelon takes a drink from his honey beer.

Imrys accepts Sorlu's off-white proclamation.

Queatus offers Dendum an oversized off-white proclamation.

Dendum accepts Queatus's off-white proclamation.

Sorlu smiles at Imrys.

Sorlu nods.

Lithyia grins at Grutak.

Grutak put a grooved ash grey whetstone in his polished oak case.

Grutak removes a small flask of oil from in his polished oak case.

Lithyia removes a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle from in her flyrsilk ankle sheath.

Lithyia offers Grutak a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle.

Imrys offers Adalfuns an oversized off-white proclamation.

Adalfuns accepts Imrys's off-white proclamation.

Roelon's Vision

You suggest, "Perhaps starts with sharing your vision, less vaguely, and then we can share the following events as they unfolded."

Draelor inhales deeply upon his pipe, puckering his lips and sending out two rings of smoke before him briefly.

Grutak accepts Lithyia's rolaren dagger.

You glance at Roelon.

Lithyia smirks at Grutak.

Trisscar concernedly says, "I just arrived, not to long ago. So I don't wanna pry. But it sounds serious."

Grutak pours a small amount of his oil onto his rolaren dagger, making sure an even coat is spread along the blade.

Randsford nods encouragingly at Roelon.

Grutak put a small flask of oil in his broadcloth backpack.

Dendum offers Queatus an oversized off-white proclamation.

Roelon closes his eyes for a moment.

Locklyer casually observes his surroundings.

Randsford nods to Mearyn in greeting.

Grutak put a copper-banded polished oak case in his broadcloth backpack.

Mearyn grins at Randsford.

Randsford winks at Mearyn.

Queatus accepts Dendum's off-white proclamation.

Locklyer nods to Adalfuns in greeting.

Grutak carefully and deliberately runs his ash grey whetstone along the blade of his rolaren dagger, slowly honing it to a razored sharpness.

Yardie asks, "Lord Ronan. You trust the Arkati?"

Locklyer gives a quick nod and tips his tricorn.

Roelon deeply says, "First, our town has been delt many blows."

You say, "It is the purpose of the evening, to be certain all who wish to know what has passed and brought us to where we currently stand, on the precipice of making history."

Flemings just went east.

Adalfuns says, "Hey, guys."

Queatus put an oversized off-white proclamation in his raven-hued longcoat.

Lithyia smiles at you.

Imrys hugs Mearyn, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Imrys hugs Locklyer, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Grutak glances at Opalina.

Randsford nods to Adalfuns in greeting.

Grutak slowly runs the ash grey whetstone along the blade of his rolaren dagger, sending forth a low, metallic hum from the weapon.

Roelon deeply says, "More recently, betrayed by ah clerk named Rammael."

Adalfuns grins at Locklyer.

Speaking amusedly to Adalfuns, Locklyer corrects, "And gals."

Lithyia chuckles to herself.

Speaking to Yardie, Opalina says, "My husband believed in the vision."

Sorlu looks thoughtfully at Trisscar.

Opalina's cheeks flush with a soft pale rose shade, darkening her freckles even more.

Trisscar nods at Locklyer.

Speaking to Locklyer, Adalfuns says, "Love what you've done with your hair."

Speaking to Opalina, Yardie asks, "What did this vision show?"

Adalfuns waves to Randsford.

Speaking to Roelon, Opalina says, "Can share that."

Sorlu whispers something to Trisscar.

Speaking to Yardie, Dendum says, "Destruction and Death."

Dendum nods at Yardie.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "The visions stem from Rammael's role in this."

Dendum says, "Death and Destruction."

Grutak offers Lithyia a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle.

Dendum nods at Yardie.

Lithyia accepts Grutak's rolaren dagger.

Speaking to Roelon, Yardie asks, "And Rammael showed death and destruction?"

Lithyia says, "Thank you."

Lithyia smiles at Grutak.

Lithyia winks at Grutak.

Grutak removes a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi from in his broadcloth backpack.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "Is is ah thread that leads to such."

Lithyia put a slender rolaren dagger fashioned from a sharpened knitting needle in her flyrsilk ankle sheath.

Sorlu removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his wooden case.

Sorlu offers Trisscar an oversized off-white proclamation.

Trisscar accepts Sorlu's off-white proclamation.

Grutak taps a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi, which is in his left hand.

Grutak softly works over his etched vultite no-dachi with his polished brass hammer, removing tiny dents and scratches with precise, even taps.

Opalina whispers something to Grutak.

Roelon deeply says, "The future ah saw was one filled with heat...fire...."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow.

You listen carefully to Roelon.

Grutak put a small polished brass hammer in his broadcloth backpack.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah witnessed ah field of cracked and dry earth, hideous blue light bleeding up from below."

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Grutak removes a small flask of oil from in his broadcloth backpack.

Locklyer appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Opalina whispers something to Grutak.

Grutak pours a small amount of his oil onto his etched vultite no-dachi, making sure an even coat is spread along the blade.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah could nae breath, and the trees around me burned by the name flames."

Speaking to Roelon, Yardie says, "This doesn't sound like a free land. Sounds like brutality."

Roelon deeply says, "Our land was leveled, barren. Save fir the bodies."

Sorlu nods slowly at Roelon.

Lithyia nods at Roelon.

Randsford nods grimly at Yardie.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "This is why we seek to unite the north."

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "This was the catalyst that led us to our decisions. Have patience."

Adalfuns put an oversized off-white proclamation in his leather herb kit.

Speaking to Roelon, Grutak asks, "Has anyone been sent to the Wsalmir yet?"

Sorlu smiles at you.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "The bodies ah saw were cracked and burned like the land itself."

Locklyer raises an eyebrow in Adalfuns's direction.

Lithyia frowns at Roelon.

Trisscar says, "Sorlu Thank you, Councillor Nalfein."

Sorlu smiles at Trisscar.

Sorlu nods at Trisscar.

You smile quietly to yourself.

Speaking deeply to Grutak, Roelon says, "Ah sent word as did others. But they hae yet to reply. Ah assume they watch and listen fir now."

Trisscar sheepishly says, "Sorry."

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "Oh I just don't want to get burned."

Adalfuns removes an oversized off-white proclamation from in his leather herb kit.

Adalfuns offers Locklyer an oversized off-white proclamation.

Locklyer accepts Adalfuns's off-white proclamation.

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "Then you are in good company."

Grutak says, "YOu and I should go find them."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Trisscar nods at Sorlu.

Locklyer starts chortling.

Lithyia grins at you.

Speaking deeply to Yardie, Roelon says, "There was one interestin' thing."

Opalina says, "I saw something about blue flames while I was in Vaalor .. But it's probably not related at all."

Grutak removes a copper-banded polished oak case from in his broadcloth backpack.

Locklyer shows his proclamation to Mearyn.

Locklyer offers Adalfuns an oversized off-white proclamation.

Speaking to Roelon, Yardie asks, "What was that?"

Adalfuns accepts Locklyer's off-white proclamation.

Adalfuns idly creases his proclamation.

Adalfuns put an oversized off-white proclamation in his leather herb kit.

Grutak removes a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi from in his broadcloth backpack.

Trisscar tilts her head toward Roelon, examining him intently as the tip of one ear twitches briefly.

Grutak removes a thick cotton cloth from in his broadcloth backpack.

Roelon deeply says, "There was ah figure standin' on top of these bodies. He looked like ah misshapen warrior, eyes glowin' with the same bluish light from where the flames came from."

Grutak slowly and carefully wipes away the dirt and grime of battle from his etched vultite no-dachi with his cotton cloth.

Locklyer grins.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah could nae make out who or what he once was."

Roelon nods at Yardie.

Lithyia nods at Roelon.

Opalina picks idly at some sleek selshis skin gloves with kelyn-reinforced knuckles.

Lithyia folds her hands.

Roelon deeply says, "The last thing ah recall as ah fled from this vision was the abbey. Or where it once was."

Draelor appears less powerful.

A halfling bartender shuffles his feet as he gazes idly about the room.

Grutak put a thick cotton cloth in his broadcloth backpack.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Sorlu mouths, "Boom."

Ronan's Deadly Message

Speaking to Roelon, you prompt, "And in response to your vision, you sought clarity and guidance from the one you follow?"

Opalina slowly empties her lungs.

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "Ah sought clarity after this, aye."

Imrys takes a drink from her toe tickler ale.

Mearyn places an order and pays the halfling bartender.

The attentive halfling bartender nods and says, "Yes, Mearyn. One amber ale coming up!" With a modicum of activity, the bartender quicky places Mearyn's order on top of the wooden bar.

Mearyn removes a glass of amber ale from on a polished wooden bar.

You gently brush your auburn hair away from your eyes and, with a deft twist of your wrist, tuck it behind one ear.

Mearyn offers Locklyer a glass of amber ale.

Vindicate just arrived.

Vindicate sits down.

Lithyia whispers something to Grutak.

Mearyn removes a flagon of snow lager from on a polished wooden bar.

Speaking to Roelon, Grutak asks, "What I don't understand is why Unity and with whom? If we know who the enemy is, why dont' we just go hack'em up, then Bob's your uncle right?"

Mearyn takes a drink from her snow lager.

Locklyer accepts Mearyn's amber ale.

Locklyer gazes with interest at the amber ale in his hand.

Locklyer takes a drink from his amber ale.

Grutak put a dragonfly etched vultite no-dachi in his threaded war harness.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah sought out Falvicar and Mohrgan on this."

Trisscar reluctantly says, "That sounds quite heavy to see."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Opalina nods.

Speaking to Grutak, you say, "If your quarell were between one man, then perhaps that would be the most direct and simple solution. In matters of nations, it often takes a more refined touch to guide and direct the course of history."

Lithyia nods at Grutak.

Lithyia removes a mug of honey beer from on a polished wooden bar.

Lithyia offers Grutak a mug of honey beer.

Roelon deeply says, "We preformed ah commune, to seek Ronan on this grave issue."

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Speaking to you, Grutak says, "I think we did well enough with the Vaalorians."

Sorlu admits, "Rarely have I witnessed a commune..I was quite amazed by it."

Grutak accepts Lithyia's honey beer.

Grutak leans softly against Lithyia.

Lithyia smiles at Grutak.

Opalina's face turns slightly pale.

Speaking to Sorlu, you agree, "It was enlightening."

Grutak takes a drink from his honey beer.

Grutak looks rather relaxed.

Speaking to Grutak, Yardie says, "I think they did well in response."

Sorlu nods in agreement to you.

Speaking deeply to Grutak, Roelon says, "Aye, Ronan spoke of unity. But more so ah believe such goes past just our lands."

Lithyia nods at Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "Lord Ronan warned of five that move against us."

Roelon pulls the folds of his black woolen kilt more tightly around his waist.

Opalina removes a mug of honey beer from on a polished wooden bar.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Speaking to Sorlu, you say, "An unfortunate end for Falvicar, but sacrifices must be made when seeking the aid of the Arkati."

You brush your fingers lightly against your jade-leafed pendant.

Opalina says, "Im still concerned about that."

Grutak asks, "Us as in "who" is us?"

Opalina fidgets.

Roelon deeply says, "They move through nae just Icemule, but across Elanith, causin' disorder."

Opalina says, "We saw a shadow go into him.. but never saw it leave.."

Roelon deeply says, "They seek ah knowledge that must be kept away at all costs."

Roelon nods at Opalina.

Opalina says, "He just.. died."

Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "I imagine he sees that sacrifice as a great honor though."

Lithyia says, "Interestingly enough, Charl and Niima killed none at their commune."

Speaking to Opalina, you say, "You are wise to be concerned."

Lithyia attempts to hum a merry little tune.

Opalina bites her lip.

Lithyia smiles.

Speaking to Lithyia, Yardie asks, "Did he speak to them?"

Lithyia folds her hands.

Speaking to Sorlu, Opalina says, "He does."

Lithyia asks, "Did who speak to them?"

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Yardie's direction.

Lithyia says, "They spoke to us."

Speaking to Lithyia, Yardie says, "Charl and Niima."

Lithyia says, "Put visions in our head."

Lithyia says, "Sent a neriad."

Grutak says, "That's the thing about all the Arkati, vague and useless. Just enough to keep you sucked in."

Speaking deeply to Lithyia, Roelon says, "Ah heard word of such from down there."

Lithyia says, "But anyway."

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "She speaks of a separate commune."

Lithyia nods at Roelon.

Adalfuns turns an inquisitive ear toward Roelon.

Lithyia nods to you.

Roelon nods slowly.

Sorlu says, "But we do know that this was no simple dream. It was confirmed during the commune, as well as by what later happened with Mayor Dabbings and his own vision."

Speaking deeply to Grutak, Roelon says, "They gave enough to open our eyes. What we do with this is what matters."

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "The one where what is presumed was Ronan took over the form of Falvicar ended in Falvicar's death."

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "And a call for unity or destruction."

Lithyia nods to you.

Speaking to you, Yardie says, "So this is the unity."

You smile at Yardie.

Speaking to Yardie, you say, "Now you begin to follow."

Sepharia slings an ivory-nocked ruic long bow off from over her shoulder.

Roelon deeply says, "Unitin' the North is just one step. To help others, we must strengthen our own. The half krolvin. Our Giant allies. The Kindred in the mountains."

Speaking to Roelon, Grutak says, "Well we seem to be doing alot of talking and not alot of killing."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Grutak!

Speaking curiously to you, Trisscar interjects, "Did someone die at the commune to talk to Ronan?"

Speaking amusedly to Grutak, you counter, "I do believe the whole purpose of tonight is just talking."

Roelon grins at Grutak.

Speaking to Grutak, Randsford says, "The time for Barlan will come soon enough."

Lithyia grins at you.

Speaking to Trisscar, you say, "Yes."

Randsford nods at Grutak.

Speaking to Trisscar, Opalina says, "Yes."

Speaking to Trisscar, you say, "Falvicar died while being inhabited by a shadow."

Roelon nods to you.

Lithyia says, "His nose bled...then it bled some more."

Speaking to Randsford, Grutak says, "Barlan owes me and I intend to get paid in spades."

Lithyia says, "Then he was...quite dead."

Trisscar replies, "Oh, that is sad to hear."

Randsford chuckles.

Speaking to Trisscar, you say, "A voice not his own spoke through him and spoke of five who moved in the shadows and said that we must find unity or all would end in destruction."

Speaking to Trisscar, you say, "Then, ironically, he destroyed the very vessel he inhabited."

Roelon deeply says, "Channein' an Arkati is nae easy. Falvicar's body could only hold out so long."

Roelon nods at Trisscar.

Speaking to Trisscar, Grutak says, "He was possessed and it killed him."

Draelor frowns.

Trisscar wonderingly surmises, "I suppose so, ah. Still grim."

Vindicate stands up.

Vindicate just went east.

Lithyia says, "I still wonder why they..."

Opalina says, "The shadow spoke through Falvicar It was quiet disturbing."

Lithyia stares off into space.

Speaking deeply to Grutak, Roelon says, "He was ah willin' vessel fir Ronan."

Speaking to Roelon, you correct, "Or at least what you can only hope and pray was Ronan."

Speaking deeply to Opalina, Roelon says, "....ah wll admit. Ah was prepared fir the worst."

Lithyia quietly says, "Why they dont just appear in whatever form they wish...and why they sometimes use people to speak through them...."

Sorlu says, "As was I."

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Opalina nods in agreement.

Lithyia quietly asks, "But who am I to question i?"

Lithyia shrugs.

Dendum blinks at Lithyia.

Speaking to Lithyia, you ask, "Who can truly understand the whims of the Arkati?"

Speaking to Roelon, Grutak says, "I don't see V'Tull asking me to sacrifice myself. Just other people."

Grutak smiles.

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "Falvicar's faith is strong."

Sorlu begins chuckling at Grutak!

Adalfuns snickers to himself.

Speaking to Lithyia, Dendum remarks, ""As person crazed enough to reach out you get what you get yes."

Lithyia nods at Trisscar.

Trisscar nods at Lithyia.

Speaking deeply to Grutak, Roelon says, "Berserkin' fir V'Tull is in itself askin' ye to sacrifice. Yir just tough to nae hae it happen it."

Lithyia ponders.

Roelon grins at Grutak.

Opalina shudders.

Speaking to Roelon, you murmur, "Of course."

Sorlu says, "I am quite pleased to see that Mayor Dabbings, after this, agreed to what many of us have been saying for some time. That unless the North unites, we might not have the strength needed to deal with the obstacles that are making themselves known to us."

Lithyia nods at Sorlu.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah hae seen many communes with our Arkati lead to destruction."

Opalina nods at Sorlu.

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Speaking to Sorlu, you say, "Although I was a bit concerned that he only came to that conclusion once he was granted his own vision."

Lithyia says, "Well then, I'm glad I've only ever attended three."

You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.

Lithyia smiles at Roelon.

Sorlu nods slowly to you.

Roelon nods at Lithyia.

Speaking to Sorlu, you say, "But at least he got there eventually, even if he was one of the last of the town to see the need."

Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "Some are slow to come around. We have seen this lately, especially during our recent conversation with Mellian."

Trisscar takes a drink from her snow lager.

Speaking to you, Opalina says, "Sometimes hard heads need stronger rocks."

Roelon grins at Opalina.

Sorlu begins chuckling at Opalina!

Speaking to Opalina, you say, "I shall have to start carrying a few around with me then."

Lithyia chuckles.

You smirk at Opalina.

Locklyer chuckles.

Roelon grins at Opalina.

Opalina laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement.

Speaking to you, Grutak says, "I can think of a few people you can use'em on. Traitors mostly..."

Sorlu mutters, "...the krinti were a bit difficult as well."

Lithyia glances down.

You nod in agreement at Sorlu.

Lithyia snickers.

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

You say, "Though we are again getting ahead of ourselves."

You smile.

Sorlu smiles.

Sorlu nods once to you.

Krinti Burrow?

You say, "Once the Mayor saw the need to unite the north, a gathering was called and the giant emissary Valfald and she who speaks for the half-Krolvin living within Icemule, Gorga, were brought to the glacier north of town."

Lithyia nods.

Trisscar put an oversized off-white proclamation in her ivory linen backpack.

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Lithyia grins at Queatus.

Lithyia chuckles to herself.

Sorlu says, "These half-krolvin, the krinti....they made demands that were entirely unreasonable."

Sorlu frowns.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Sorlu's direction.

You nod slowly.

You say, "They do have some rather specific demands."

Roelon deeply says, "Sorlu, They seek to make ah home. Fir this ah understand. But aye, what they ask, is nae easy."

You say, "At the meeting on the glacier, the official call to unite the north was given, a rallying call that we hope will reach as far as the Hinterwilds and deep into the moutains."

Roelon coughs.

Roelon takes a drink from his honey beer.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Mearyn takes a drink from her snow lager.

Locklyer squints at Mearyn.

Locklyer takes a drink from his amber ale.

You say, "The thought is to gather as many who call the north their home to come together to unite and in this unity find greater strength and purpose to face what is yet to come."

Locklyer takes a drink from his amber ale.

Lithyia nods to you.

Imrys nods slightly.

Locklyer claps his hands together and opens them to reveal a dark chocolate cupcake topped with bourbon vanilla frosting!

Grutak says, "Under their custom, I have shared blood with Gorga as well."

Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "We simply can not grant them a portion of Icemule to be their own domain. But I am quite willing to offer them the support they need to retake their home along the beach, and to grant it status as a county....thus giving them a seat at the table, so to speak."

Locklyer gives a short little hum of surprise.

Locklyer offers Mearyn a dark chocolate cupcake topped with bourbon vanilla frosting.

Lithyia nods at Grutak.

Mearyn accepts Locklyer's dark chocolate cupcake.

Randsford nods at Sorlu.

Speaking to Sorlu, Dendum remarks, ""This did not seem to be way of conversation."

Roelon deeply says, "The forces of these five, the ones of the Dusk Coven, that they are called, hae many followers it seems. To defend against such, we must help each other."

Speaking to Sorlu, you ask, "Speaking of County, perhaps you can speak on how you were inspired by our Mayor to write a draft of a new constitution for the great nation we are building?"

Flemings put a lily white faewood runestaff in her forest green backpack.

Randsford says, "We can do both."

Randsford shrugs.

Speaking to Sorlu, Grutak says, "They don't seek their own domain. They seek equal representation. The fear is that they will become slaves to the town."

Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu asks, "I'm sorry, I don't understand. Could you explain?"

Randsford says, "Icemule can grow and accomodate more, there are plenty of empty buildings."

Lithyia agrees with Grutak.

Mearyn takes a bite of her dark chocolate cupcake.

Roelon nods at Grutak.

Speaking to Grutak, Sorlu says, "If you recall, their initial demand was that we cede a portion of the town over to them. The Ancient Burrow, in fact."

You say, "Well, they did say they wanted to have a burrow ceded to them and have it renamed the Krinti Burrow."

Mearyn takes a bite of her dark chocolate cupcake.

Speaking to Grutak, Sorlu says, "This I flat out refuse to agree to."

Draelor looks less aware of the surroundings.

Speaking to Sorlu, Dendum says, ""Eh, the shores are cursed and they may not wish to return to such a place. Find them some non-cursed shores perhaps, but it seems they do wish to live in the burrows for now."

Speaking to Sorlu, Grutak says, "A misunderstanding in language. Once you talk to them you found what they were really after."

Roelon deeply says, "They watched how Truefolk live, and know that to hae such rights, they must haae an burrow in their name."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Randsford nods in agreement at Grutak.

Queatus says, "They don't need to own. They seemed to accept that fact."

Lithyia agrees with Grutak.

Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "I am fine with this as well, if they wish to relocate and self govern, to a certain extent. Or if they choose to instead become citizens of Icemule, I am fine with this as well."

Lithyia says, "And there was some disagreement regarding the idea of them having a temporary seat on the council until the next election...."

You say, "It is not necessary for them to have their own burrow in order to have representation."

Lithyia twiddles her thumbs.

Lithyia folds her hands.

Queatus says, "It will be good for them to live in town."

Speaking to Sorlu, Opalina says, "Correct. And I commend the Mayor on offering a fair solution. With a town vote to see where the town as a majority stand on that issue."

Roelon nods at Opalina.

Speaking to Opalina, Sorlu says, "Of course, just as I have always followed the will of the People of Icemule."

Speaking to Sorlu, Dendum remarks, ""Think perhaps they do not trust not to have to live as lessers....but it seemed they came around in the end."

Sorlu nods at Opalina.

Trisscar rubs her chin thoughtfully.

You say, "There is not a giant burrow, yet we have a giant on the council, not an elven burrow yet we have a Nalfein on the council."

Sorlu nods at Dendum.

Miss Teaberry just arrived.

Lithyia smiles at Teaberry.

Crossing her legs at the ankles, Teaberry slowly lowers herself to the floor and sits tailor fashion.

Lithyia waves to Teaberry.

A halfling bartender pulls a bottle from the wall behind the bar, spins it idly in his hands, then returns it to its place.

Roelon forcefully crosses one arm over his leather coat-of-plates and offers Teaberry a formal bow.

Yardie hugs Teaberry, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Queatus says, "A greater sense of responsibility and a firmer stake in the new republic is a fine thing."

Lithyia says, "Evening, Teaberry."

Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "We must be firm in our stance...but fair as well. We can strengthen one another. But we will not weaken one to strengthen the other."

Opalina smiles at Teaberry.

Straightening your back, you give a formal, low curtsy to Teaberry. In time with your greater movement, you incline your head as well in a brief nod in her direction.

Speaking to Teaberry, Opalina says, "Good evening."

Queatus says, "We need to people to do more than just accept if we wish to thrive."

You nod in agreement at Queatus.

Speaking to Queatus, Sorlu says, "The fact of the matter is...we do also need more people. More bodies in the North to help protect the growing freedoms we are cultivating."

Speaking to Queatus, you say, "Yes, but it is a fair concern that the Councillor has that perhaps giving over a whole section of town to new settlers of only a particular race could set a rather dangerous precedent."

Grutak says, "Icemule has long since not been a pure Pardis home."

Opalina agrees with Sorlu.

Sorlu nods to you.

Speaking to you, Queatus says, "Sure. And they seemed to understand they wouldn't own it."

Trisscar says, "Giving a seat at the table in exchange for unifying seems like something reasonable, I say with no experience on political matters."

Queatus nods at Sorlu.

Lithyia nods at Trisscar.

Opalina agrees with Grutak.

Grutak says, "Icemule has become the jewel of the the North. A refuge from all the Imperialness of the south."

Speaking to Sorlu, Queatus says, "Indeed, we do need more people."

You smile at Trisscar.

Lithyia says, "I thought so...a temporary seat at least...until the next election."

Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "We do not separate Icemule along bloodlines. That is not been the spirit of the Truefolk, and I will not start that horrible tradition now."

Randsford nods at Grutak.

Teaberry says, "I don't like the idea of creating a segregated district for one group of people."

You nod in agreement.

Opalina says, "Giant, elves, half elves, all have come here and thrived."

Queatus agrees with Grutak.

Sorlu nods at Opalina.

Speaking to Opalina, Grutak says, "Despite the actions of some people."

Sorlu smiles at you.

Randsford says, "We must grow to accomodate and take out our nearest threat."

Randsford glances west.

Sorlu glances at Grutak.

Speaking to Teaberry, you say, "Neither do I. I believe that is the only part that any have expressed concern over."

Sorlu appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Lithyia says, "Hrm."

Lithyia folds her hands.

Speaking to Teaberry, Sorlu says, "I agree. I will never agree to this, no matter the angle taken to push it."

Queatus says, "Eventually, we should expand the town."

You say, "I am a transplant to this fair city as well. I know that only in embracing and becoming a part of the greater whole will the Krinti truly find that they are welcome and equals."

Roelon deeply says, "We could offer to build them their own village, with residence in the ancient burrow fir the mean time."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Queatus says, "If people want to own parts of it, let them build it."

You say, "Yes, building and expanding is a goal, one very near and dear to my heart."

Sorlu says, "The last Gorga said to us, she is taking word back to her people to begin assessing what is needed to repair the Ancient Burrow to allow those that wish to settle there a chance for some degree of comfort."

You say, "It is why I wrote THAT."

A Plea From the South

Speaking to Queatus, Sorlu says, "And that brings us to something I would much like to discuss with the public, as well as my fellow Councillors."

You clarify, "The Truefolk Homestead Advancement Treatise."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Sorlu's direction.

Sorlu nods to you.

Speaking to you, Sorlu says, "And perhaps this might factor into THAT as well."

Queatus nods.

You smile at Sorlu.

You listen carefully to Sorlu.

Trisscar says, "Whatever keeps this place. I've not been here long, but it is a refreshing change from the trees."

Lithyia smiles at Trisscar.

Queatus nods at Trisscar.

Sorlu says, "As many of you know, there are quite a few settlers near the Landing. It is quite the mess..."

Sorlu slowly empties his lungs.

Dendum takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Lithyia nods at Sorlu.

You nod.

Queatus nods.

Sorlu says, "Many of those who are loyal to the cause of freedom have had thoughts regarding this..."

Queatus nods.

Lithyia turns an inquisitive ear toward Sorlu.

Sorlu asks, "Queatus, if you might...could you perhaps share a bit with us regarding these settlers?"

Lithyia turns to face Queatus.

Sorlu glances at Queatus.

You gaze with interest at Queatus.

Adalfuns flashes a quick grin at Queatus.

Queatus says, "Well, we all know the human empire has invaded the southern parts of the north."

Sorlu frowns.

Sorlu nods slowly.

Roelon takes a drink from his honey beer.

Queatus says, "With them, they have brought settlers."

Trisscar takes a drink from her snow lager.

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Queatus says, "Most of these people are just looking for a new start."

Queatus says, "So they have said."

Imrys takes a drink from her toe tickler ale.

Queatus says, "The empire has been using them."

Draelor nods.

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Mearyn takes a drink from her snow lager.

Queatus says, "They have not provided protection, nor supplies."

Roelon deeply says, "And trouble has been stirred as ah result."

Roelon sighs.

Roelon deeply asks, "Reivers now are divided and attack, nae?"

Queatus says, "It's convenient for them, the poor defenseless settlers offer a reason for those of the Landing to kill their neighbors."

Queatus nods at Roelon.

Speaking to Roelon, you say, "It would take more than an evening to catalogue all the troubles plauging the Landing currently."

Queatus says, "The reivers are the latest target."

Speaking deeply to you, Roelon says, "And ah dinnae even mention those .....spiders."

Roelon's face turns slightly pale.

Queatus says, "I would propose we offer these people a place in the new nation."

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Sorlu nods slowly at Queatus.

Queatus says, "Assistance with relocation and getting on their feet."

Grutak grins at Lithyia.

Lithyia smirks at Grutak.

Lithyia rests a gentle hand on Grutak's arm.

The air around Roelon becomes hot, as waves of heat rise from his leather hiking boots.

Queatus says, "They could be valuable contributors, and it takes a bit of leverage away from the Empire."

Mearyn takes a bite of her dark chocolate cupcake.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Queatus says, "Something like the loans Talliver mentioned could be a good step."

Roelon nods slowly.

Opalina nods in agreement.

Dissenting Opinions

Speaking to Queatus, Sorlu asks, "If I might ask a question, as I know the Commander has brought up this concern....Have any had a chance to truly lay eyes upon these settlers? To speak with them and ensure they are not simply a military company in disguise?"

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Grutak says, "This would be dangerous."

Lithyia turns an inquisitive ear toward Grutak.

Mearyn takes a drink from her snow lager.

Lithyia says, "I've met one or two of them."

Lithyia smiles at Sorlu.

Queatus says, "We have spoken to some of them."

Sorlu smiles at Lithyia.

Lithyia says, "I bought books for one of them."

Teaberry says, "There are children among them. And families."

Queatus says, "There are many women and children."

Grutak says, "Allowing the settlers to relocate to the North would created a huge security risk."

Sorlu nods at Teaberry.

Lithyia nods at Queatus.

Opalina says, "The baker was nice."

Locklyer adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "This did concern me. Mainly that one, Sablo...."

Queatus peers quizzically at Grutak.

Randsford nods slowly at Grutak.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Speaking to Grutak, Yardie says, "And so it begins."

Queatus says, "You fear them."

Dendum says, "Many of them are those who lived at the edge of the Human Empire."

Lithyia coldly says, "Sablo..."

Lithyia sneers.

Roelon nods at Dendum.

Queatus says, "That was meant to be a question."

Grutak says, "No, I fear their potential."

Queatus says, "Which is what."

Queatus asks, "Giants are less dangerous?"

Grutak says, "People, women, children, the old and infirm. Welcome them and protect them."

Trisscar determinedly says, "Then they are here, trying to brave the north. I would offer my hands and my sword to help."

Grutak says, "THose who look a bit more... rugged..."

Locklyer chuckles.

Speaking to Grutak, Queatus says, "Building a nation is not without risk."

Sorlu smiles at Trisscar.

Grutak says, "No, but an open door policy is a great way to get your home robbed."

Lithyia ponders.

Queatus says, "I disagree."

Queatus says, "It's essential."

Dendum slowly empties his lungs.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Randsford says, "It will be a bit of both, or it will need to be. Unity and all."

Randsford shrugs.

Speaking to Queatus, Grutak asks, "Then why don't you keep them down there?"

Grutak grins.

Sorlu glances between Roelon and Opalina.

Dendum says, "Queatus fails to mention those that come would of course have to not desire to form Baronies."

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Grutak's direction.

Sorlu asks, "What are the thoughts of the Councillors on this?"

Speaking to Grutak, Queatus says, "Well, where they are, they are tools of the Empire."

Speaking to Grutak, Dendum says, ""They would have to agree to abide by laws of the North."

Roelon deeply says, "There is always ah risk. It cannae be avoided if growth is wished."

Speaking to Grutak, you say, "The settlers could provide the answer to two problems, weakening the Empire by taking away their human shield, and strengthening the north by bringing more bodies and life to a land that has more ice than people."

Queatus says, "Here they will citizens."

Roelon nods at Queatus.

Grutak says, "Living here doesn't require citizenship."

Randsford nods in agreement at Roelon.

Lithyia asks, "Though I wonder... how will the empire feel if we convince their people to move here?"

Grutak says, "Some of my own men are not citizens."

Lithyia asks, "Will they retaliate on Icemule?"

Lithyia ponders.

Dendum says, "Some of them did not like living under the rules of Nobles in the south but in their ignorance they recreate what they fled."

Leaning gently against Imrys, Adalfuns closes his eyes and sighs contentedly. Imrys responds by slipping her arm around him.

Queatus asks, "We have to trust that those who join us do so in good faith. What choice do we have?"

Speaking to Lithyia, Randsford says, "Simple there will be no convincing. It will be up to them to decide with their own government how to relocate."

Speaking deeply to Lithyia, Roelon says, "This is the one thing ah dinnae wish. Their eyes upon us before we are even such ah nation."

Lithyia nods.

Speaking to Lithyia, you say, "If they were to retaliate, then they would expose their true intentions with the settlers."

Roelon deeply says, "They mae nae view it as we do."

Speaking to Roelon, Dendum says, "'The human empire is aware of your movements."

Speaking to Roelon, Dendum says, ""You have had the eyes of Solhaven every step of the way."

Lithyia says, "I just do not wish for the empire to follow this way as well."

Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon asks, "The young baron, or the Magister?"

Dendum states, ""The Malwinds."

Queatus says, "They will not try us."

Roelon nods slowly.

Queatus says, "And if they did, it would unify us even faster."

Dendum says, "If the Malwinds know...Jovery knows...if the Northern Sentinel knows...the Sun Throne knows."

Speaking to Lithyia, Yardie says, "Perhaps, but people in aid shouldn't be left in the cold. Help them, and then present them the option of becoming citizens or turning back."

Grutak says, "There will be peace in the North, until someone gets uppity and decides the elvish or imperial way is better. Then there will be blood."

Speaking to Grutak, Queatus says, "If blood comes of it, so be it."

Lithyia says, "No i agree they should not be left out in the cold and to suffer I am just concerned...."

Randsford nods slowly at Grutak.

Speaking to Lithyia, Yardie admits, "It is a valid concern."

Lithyia nods at Yardie.

Queatus says, "They have not even been able to bring troops to their settlement."

Sorlu says, "The concern is a valid one. There surely is risk involved...but also the potential for much gain."

Queatus says, "And they have the reivers on their hands."

You say, "No one claimed that building a nation would be easy or without great risk."

Lithyia nods.

Queatus nods to you.

Queatus says, "Exactly so."

Sorlu nods to you.

Dendum says, "As long as they do not bring a Baron they would have easily been welcomed in the landing, but some may wish for the opportunity without being a prop for some rich merchants son."

You say, "But the potential for even greater reward is what will keep us focused on what truly matters."

Queatus nods at Dendum.

Speaking to Dendum, Queatus says, "This is it."

Teaberry says, "I don't think that the 'Baron of Darkstone' will take it well if he loses the people he's using to claim land."

Speaking to Queatus, Grutak says, "That's my point, Are they going to stir up the giants with their idiocy or some other group."

Guttering candles send a pale, flickering light off the plaster and stone walls of the barroom.

Trisscar avidly agrees, "Ma, its boundaries. Giving what you can doesn't mean you have to ruin yourself for no reason. We can help."

Grutak says, "Better to just kill'em and then there's no problem."

Roelon deeply says, "Icemule woud nae be here if those truefolk did nae take the risk to venture here."

Speaking to Teaberry, Dendum says, ""The Baron of Darkstone can not even summon tea much less exert control beyond his fortress of sticks."

Speaking to Grutak, Queatus asks, "Are you, of all people, going to be the one to worry about stirring people up?"

Queatus grins.

Roelon deeply says, "It is again risk must be taken to grow it further."

Lithyia begins chuckling at Queatus!

Lithyia blushes a nice shade of dark red.

Speaking to Teaberry, Sorlu says, "He has issued threats against Icemule's Council in the past...but has done little more than that."

Trisscar continues, "And if they overstep, we let them know and push back. But we don't keep help just out of fear of the overstep."

Speaking amusedly to Grutak, you say, "Leave it to a V'tullian to suggest genocide as the easy fix."

Sorlu says, "Against me, specifically."

You laugh softly, trying to hide your amusement.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Dendum!

Speaking to Queatus, Grutak says, "I am the poster child for peaceful talk."

Sorlu smirks.

Speaking to Dendum, Teaberry says, "Really? I thought Sablo was supposed to be kind of crazy."

Lithyia smirks at Grutak.

Lithyia giggles to herself.

Locklyer squints.

Queatus grins.

Queatus says, "Ahhhh."

Sorlu begins chuckling at Grutak!

Queatus nods at Grutak.

Speaking to Teaberry, Dendum says, ""Sablo is....a hunter and killer but is one person."

Lithyia says, "Sablo IS unhinged."

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Grutak says, "I have never harmed anyone that didn't try to harm me first."

Roelon flips through his old journal.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Speaking to Dendum, Randsford says, "Sablo is enabled..."

Let's Vote

Sorlu asks, "So the question that is put to the Council. Should we invite these settlers into the North?"

Randsford says, "That is my biggest concern."

Queatus says, "If Sablo were to bring the small force he currently commands here, it would be a good thing."

Sorlu glances between Roelon and Opalina.

Queatus says, "We would scatter them."

Sorlu says, "Perhaps a vote is in order."

You glance appraisingly around the room.

Speaking to Queatus, Grutak asks, "You know, you keep saying we... aren't you from the Landing?"

Queatus says, "Son."

Queatus says, "I was here before you were born."

Grutak says, "I am not your son..."

Lithyia concernedly says, "Oh my."

Queatus says, "I won't listen more of that."

Opalina bites her lip.

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "Talliver did say his eyes didnae extend that far south. However, the settlers do need ah home if they must go through such torment down there,"

Grutak takes a drink from his honey beer.

Lithyia glances between Queatus and Grutak.

Vote of the People

Sorlu asks, "In fact, perhaps I might ask for a vote from those attended. Just so the Council might get a feel of the current opinion. Who here would see the settlers invited into the North?"

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Roelon deeply says, "However, we are barely takin' steps towards this new nation."

Speaking to Grutak, Yardie says, "The amusing part is you're making the same ridiculous justification that some in the Landing are about having an opinion."

Mearyn moves to stand behind Locklyer.

Lithyia glances between Yardie and Grutak.

Locklyer reaches out and pulls a frosted mug of root beer from thin air!

Locklyer sniffs at his mug of root beer.

Trisscar takes a drink from her snow lager.

Roelon removes a mug of toe tickler ale from on a polished wooden bar.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Sorlu clears his throat.

Roelon shifts his weight.

Locklyer takes a drink from his mug of root beer.

Speaking to Yardie, Grutak says, "More information."

Mearyn shrugs.

Opalina says, "I think we should welcome anyone willing to pick up arms and fight and protect Icemule."

Locklyer casually observes his surroundings.

Roelon nods.

Queatus nods at Opalina.

Sorlu recites:

   "Might I again ask of those gathered tonight...who among us would wish the Council to invite these settlers into the North? The Council would do well to know how you'd vote"

Locklyer takes a drink from his mug of root beer.

Lithyia ponders.

Trisscar smiles at Opalina.

Sorlu glances appraisingly around the room.

Queatus raises his hand.

Sorlu nods at Queatus.

Speaking slowly to Grutak, Yardie clarifies, "Okay. I'll explain. Whenever there's talk about the concerns for the Empire, some argue about whether their voices should be heard if they're not from the Landing. You are doing the same thing."

Lithyia raises her hand.

You raise your hand.

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Imrys ponders.

A halfling bartender tugs on the edges of his vest, adjusting it back into place.

Mearyn raises her hand.

Lithyia says, "Keep in mind, I am agreeing to this but like i said...i have concerns... but i am a worrier by nature so..."

Sorlu nods rhythmically.

Lithyia fidgets.

Dendum says, "If they can come and not bring the Laws of the lands they leave would wish to offer them true Freedom."

Dendum nods.

Sorlu nods at Lithyia.

Roelon nods at Lithyia.

Trisscar raises her hand.

Imrys adopts an agreeable expression.

Sorlu recites:

   "And those who believe this to be the wrong decision?"

Sorlu raises an eyebrow.

Speaking to Dendum, Grutak says, "If they try to impose their rule on us, we simply kill'em."

Locklyer fidgets.

Trisscar lowers her hands to her sides.

Locklyer takes a drink from his mug of root beer.

Trisscar takes a drink from her snow lager.

Ceilia shrugs.

Opalina glances at Grutak and slowly exhales.

Queatus says, "The most prominent among them, he has said he has no fondness for nobility."

Ceilia offers, "They're all warded, you know."

Dendum nods at Grutak.

Teaberry says, "I don't know what to decide."

Yardie grins at Ceilia.

Speaking to Grutak, Opalina says, "Not everything must end in death."

Sorlu nods.

Speaking to Grutak, Locklyer says, "I like the way you talk peace."

Grutak says, "If they wish to come here, they need to assimilate."

Speaking deeply to Teaberry, Roelon says, "It is ah tough choice."

Sorlu glances between Opalina and Roelon.

Locklyer adopts an agreeable expression.

Randsford nods in agreement at Grutak.

Locklyer takes a drink from his mug of root beer.

Speaking to Grutak, Dendum remarks, ""Yes."

Queatus nods at Grutak.

Roelon deeply says, "It is if they'd even wish to do so."

Grutak agrees with Lithyia.

Lithyia smiles at Grutak.

Looking satisfied, Dendum nods in agreement at Grutak.

Vote of the Council

Sorlu asks, "Councillors...might I call for a vote amongst us then?"

Grutak grins at Lithyia.

Lithyia winks at Grutak.

Grutak asks, "Are we letting traitors vote still?"

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon asks, "Ah do hae concerns. We are yet to be an established nation. There we be much to do, could we given them what they need?"

Roelon deeply says, "Yet ah see what they hae to deal with now down there."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Sorlu nods slowly at Roelon.

Queatus grins at Grutak.

Speaking to Roelon, Dendum remarks, ""The settlers now number less than two hundred, even the city of icemule could absorb that."

Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "There will be obstacles to overcome, surely."

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "If they wished it, ah would nae denie them."

Speaking to Roelon, Dendum says, ""and of course not all will wish to journey yet again...but some may...some who wish for true freedom."

Lithyia says, "And they probably will not ALL accept."

Sorlu says, "That alone would swell our numbers by roughly twenty percent."

Dendum nods at Lithyia.

Roelon nods at Dendum.

Sorlu says, "I will certainly place my vote first..."

Sorlu casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Speaking deeply to Dendum, Roelon says, "Ah just nae wish them to suffer more in doin' so."

Randsford glances at Roelon.

Opalina says, "I too have some concerns We are still struggling to deal with our own issues with shortages from the issues with Briarmoon. And.. Well .. We don't want too overtax ourselves.. I think they Mayor weighed in on that himself."

Speaking to Opalina, you remind, "He also said that Icemule welcomes all who wish to call her home."

Lithyia agrees with you.

Roelon deeply says, "If they wish to venture here, ah will nae deny them."

Queatus nods to you.

Opalina adopts an agreeable expression.

Sorlu says, "I will not see these people suffer any longer. I support providing them aid here in the North, in the hopes that they would stay and join with our community...forsaking the Empire."

Roelon casts his vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

Opalina nods.

Sorlu smiles at Roelon.

Sorlu glances at Opalina.

Opalina casts her vote with an emphatic "Aye!"

You smile.

Sorlu says, "The motion has passed."

You nod approvingly.

Sorlu nods once.

Opalina says, "IF they come Icemule will always help."

Trisscar smiles.

Speaking to Opalina, Grutak asks, "I suppose you would prefer them to be elvish and not human?"

Dendum coughs.

Opalina says, "White Haven even has rooms to put folks up as well."

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Roelon takes a drink from his toe tickler ale.

Roelon looks rather relaxed.

Lithyia glances between Grutak and Opalina.

Plans to Move Forward

Speaking to Queatus, Sorlu asks, "The Council will begin to form an official invitation to these people. Could you assist us in its delivery?"

Imrys gazes in amusement at Adalfuns.

Speaking to Grutak, Opalina says, "I don't have anything wrong with humans."

Queatus says, "Certainly."

Queatus nods.

Sorlu smiles at Opalina.

Speaking to Sorlu, Dendum inquires, ""The Grutak brings up good point, does this extend to the other displaced around the landing...Reivers and...any others?"

Sorlu smiles at Dendum.

Roelon deeply says, "Ah should hae an extra warm kilt or ten...dozen fir them."

Roelon rubs his chin thoughtfully.

Randsford whispers something to Grutak.

Lithyia grins at Roelon.

Queatus says, "The reivers would be very strong allies."

Speaking to Dendum, Sorlu says, "Let it be known to all the Reivers that they have a friend here in the North. I have long supported them, and will continue to do so in the future."

Sorlu nods at Dendum.

Speaking to himself, Grutak asks, ""The Grutak"?"

Queatus says, "They are distrustful by nature, however."

Lithyia smirks at Grutak.

Mearyn leans softly against Locklyer.

Roelon grins.

Sorlu says, "I fought beside several Reivers many years past during my time in River's Rest...I hold a great respect for them."

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Lithyia nods at Sorlu.

Randsford nods at Grutak.

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Mearyn glances at Roelon.

Mearyn narrows her eyes.

Roelon gazes with interest at the old journal in his hand.

Lithyia raises an eyebrow in Roelon's direction.

Grutak says, "The only race I won't fight beside are the Krolvin. I'll kill them on sight."

Roelon raises an eyebrow.

Sorlu nods at Grutak.

Lithyia says, "Jadedragan would fight right along side you."

Lithyia nods at Grutak.

Speaking to Roelon, Mearyn says, "I can't read over your shoulder that well."

Queatus nods.

Grutak says, "I do not refer to the Krinti... I mean them full blood ones. Nothin but animals."

Roelon grins slowly.

Sorlu gazes in amusement at Mearyn.

Grutak asks, "Shall I fetch you a box?"

Speaking to Grutak, Randsford says, "We befriended the ice giants, nothing is impossible."

Grutak glances at Mearyn.

Randsford shrugs at Grutak.

Lithyia says, "Oddly enough, the landing councilers were considering..."

Speaking to Sorlu, Mearyn whispers aloud, "He's probably got secrets in there."

Speaking deeply to Mearyn, Roelon says, "Words of one who hae mah people. Perhaps will bring insight on their views."

Lithyia says, "Accepting assistance from the krol."

Roelon grins.

Sorlu grins at Mearyn.

Imrys appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Queatus grins at Mearyn.

Adalfuns takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Adalfuns chuckles to himself.

Lithyia says, "But we are talking the Landing councillers."

Lithyia says, "And they are...."

Opalina says, "Those Krolvin .."

Lithyia asks, "What is the word I'm looking for?"

Lithyia ponders.

Draelor says, "Not one I'd share in polite company."

Opalina flicks her tongue against the surface of the silver-edged tooth.

Lithyia nods at Draelor.

Speaking to Lithyia, you ask, "Ineffectual?"

Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "That will also be quite the challenge. I believe Mayor Dabbings said even to get to them, we might need to travel by airship."

Lithyia nods to you.

Speaking to Lithyia, Grutak asks, "Cowards?"

Roelon nods.

Lithyia says, "Yes, all these words work well."

Lithyia nods at Grutak.

Lithyia says, "Thank you."

Looking satisfied, Dendum nods in agreement.

Speaking deeply to Sorlu, Roelon says, "We are scattered, aye. But word spreads."

Roelon grins at Mearyn.

Opalina takes a drink from her honey beer.

Opalina stands up.

Opalina stretches.

Sorlu nods at Roelon.

Grutak takes a moment to observe Opalina.

Roelon grins.

Queatus laughs!

Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "I have heard stories about your clan, and the spirit that takes them over in battle. They say it is a sight rarely seen, and few can stand against such an assault."

Opalina says, "Well I for one am excited to see how things move forward.. The mayor seems to be really focused on this."

Adalfuns flashes a quick grin at Queatus.

Adalfuns touches one finger to his lips.

Speaking to Roelon, Sorlu says, "They will surely be welcomed, if we can find a way to earn their trust."

Roelon nods at Sorlu.

Roelon grins.

Mearyn glances between Queatus and Adalfuns.

Queatus grins at Mearyn.

Roelon nods at Grutak.

Opalina says, "And sadly I need to go check on Falvicar he's been sick. I think he ate some bad bear."

Speaking to Opalina, you agree, "Yes, these are exciting times."

Mearyn whispers something to Imrys.

Opalina agrees with you.

Queatus asks, "Bear?"

Opalina curtsies.

Lithyia says, "Tell him to stick to boar next time."

Queatus babbles something unintelligible.

Lithyia nods at Opalina.

Speaking to Opalina, you say, "It is good you were able to join for the vote."

Speaking to Opalina, Sorlu says, "Do send him our best on a speedy recovery."

Queatus asks, "Is there good bear to eat?"

Sorlu nods at Opalina.

Roelon hugs Opalina, who wraps him in a warm embrace.

Opalina hugs Roelon, who wraps her in a warm embrace.

Dendum nods at Queatus.

Imrys whispers something to Mearyn.

Roelon flips through his old journal.

(Trisscar lifts her glass in agreement with Opalina.)

Roelon quietly reads his old journal.

Speaking to Queatus, Dendum says, ""Can bring you the best bear."

Lightweaver Opalina just went east.

Queatus shrugs.

Queatus says, "Ok."

Roelon slowly empties his lungs.

Queatus says, "I'll try anything once."

Dendum takes a drink from his Icemule bock.

Lithyia begins chuckling at Queatus!

Sorlu grins at Queatus.

Dendum says, "Hrmm."

Randsford squints at Roelon.

Speaking to Roelon, Randsford exclaims, "Still on, good job you made it!"

Randsford flashes Roelon a wolfish grin.

You say, "I also must go attend to some things but I am heartened to see the people and leadership of Icemule making strides towards growth and expansion."

Locklyer takes a drink from his mug of root beer.

Sorlu smiles at you.

Queatus agrees with you.

Sorlu nods to you.

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.

Sorlu says, "Perhaps Councils within other towns might take notice."

Sorlu smirks.