She can't hide a smile as Arvaal is being silenced by Vashtek and mutters
Errandboy it is then...
She then looks up.
Well... I read that letter...and yes...I still have many questions and remarks. However...before wasting my breath on it I am sure you will answer the lionpart of it right now.
Of an Alhoon and his artifacts...
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*Melmoth
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"He IS my errand boy."The Lich replied sharply, for his standards (usually, his tone is totally devoid of emotion) "We discussed this before..."
"Oh, really?" a deep, brooding voice uttered in an angry tone from the other side of the room. A tall, fully armored figure stepped forward, letting a bloody scythe fall on a weapon rack with a loud clang, but still keeping a heavy warhammer secured to his belt. "Why, we never quite put it into these terms, I am fairly sure of it, Lich...". The warpriest stopped right in front of a comfortable armchair, which cracked dangerously under the huge weight of all that steel when he let himself fall over it. His face mask scanned the presents: "I see your lackeys are already here...why, still scared of you apparently. Well, we both know that is not going to work on me..." he chuckled.
The dark robed mage's dead gaze burned of a strange light for a moment, as he replied: "Associates, Arvaal. Associates...they are here because we work together towards profitable outcomes for all of us, and about fear...You, of all people, should know what I can do. And you should know the price to pay for crossing me...Do you want to pay that price, Arvaal?" he uttered in his blank, artificial tone.
The steel-clad man did not move, nor reply for long moments. Then, the arcanist continued "Very well. I knew you would choose wisely...wisdom is your strong point, after all...here is your letter, read and catch up with us.." Then, to the others: "Ideas?Opinions, before I begin?"
"Oh, really?" a deep, brooding voice uttered in an angry tone from the other side of the room. A tall, fully armored figure stepped forward, letting a bloody scythe fall on a weapon rack with a loud clang, but still keeping a heavy warhammer secured to his belt. "Why, we never quite put it into these terms, I am fairly sure of it, Lich...". The warpriest stopped right in front of a comfortable armchair, which cracked dangerously under the huge weight of all that steel when he let himself fall over it. His face mask scanned the presents: "I see your lackeys are already here...why, still scared of you apparently. Well, we both know that is not going to work on me..." he chuckled.
The dark robed mage's dead gaze burned of a strange light for a moment, as he replied: "Associates, Arvaal. Associates...they are here because we work together towards profitable outcomes for all of us, and about fear...You, of all people, should know what I can do. And you should know the price to pay for crossing me...Do you want to pay that price, Arvaal?" he uttered in his blank, artificial tone.
The steel-clad man did not move, nor reply for long moments. Then, the arcanist continued "Very well. I knew you would choose wisely...wisdom is your strong point, after all...here is your letter, read and catch up with us.." Then, to the others: "Ideas?Opinions, before I begin?"
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*Melmoth
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The black robed arcanist nodded, slowly
"Very well then. So far, we only have the Location and a quantity of questions and speculations. We should begin from there. Denna, you should perform a scouting of the area, and inform us of the best way to approach, the outer defences and whatever else it is you can find out without taking too many risks. After that, Zagran and Arvaal could drop by the Location and attempt to...leave a first message, so to speak...we will see what happens then."
He then gazes all around to gauge the reactions of his associates
"Any doubts, questions, proposals, suggestions of any kind...?"
"Very well then. So far, we only have the Location and a quantity of questions and speculations. We should begin from there. Denna, you should perform a scouting of the area, and inform us of the best way to approach, the outer defences and whatever else it is you can find out without taking too many risks. After that, Zagran and Arvaal could drop by the Location and attempt to...leave a first message, so to speak...we will see what happens then."
He then gazes all around to gauge the reactions of his associates
"Any doubts, questions, proposals, suggestions of any kind...?"
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*winddancer
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She ponders for a moment and nods
Alright... I'll do some scouting of the area. I know the way, let's see how cosy their little home is
She chuckles and swirls one of her daggers in her hand
Anything else we need to discuss right now?
Alright... I'll do some scouting of the area. I know the way, let's see how cosy their little home is
She chuckles and swirls one of her daggers in her hand
Anything else we need to discuss right now?
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She gives a blank stare at Zagran
Are you doubting my skill....dwarf?
Are you doubting my skill....dwarf?
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*Skullion
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The dwarf arched an eyebrow while meeting the woman's eyes.
- And why would I do that? Just pointing out the best and worst case scenarios. As I said, I really do hope that you find something that allows myself and Arvaal to approach without having to fight - his tone was calm, but with a hint of well contained anger - Now, miss, do you need me to further elaborate each of my answers for you, or can we move on to the next point?
- And why would I do that? Just pointing out the best and worst case scenarios. As I said, I really do hope that you find something that allows myself and Arvaal to approach without having to fight - his tone was calm, but with a hint of well contained anger - Now, miss, do you need me to further elaborate each of my answers for you, or can we move on to the next point?
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"Oh, I would love to do it the rough way...these undead tend to be arrogant...this would teach the monster a lesson" Arvaal's voice, coming from deep within the mask, was full of barely controlled rage, in stark contrast with the blank tone of the reply:
"Arrogant, and powerful in equal measure. Careful what you wish, mortal. You might find out just how fragile your life thread is...but given your allegiances, you should know that very well, shouldnt you?" and once again, there was no reply to the long-dead arcanist's words for an uncomfortable amount of time, before he continued:
"Very well then. You are all aware of the situation, and you have your tasks. Let us proceed..." he uttered as he turned around, gliding towards the stairs leading to the large cellar that had become his underground lab.
"Arrogant, and powerful in equal measure. Careful what you wish, mortal. You might find out just how fragile your life thread is...but given your allegiances, you should know that very well, shouldnt you?" and once again, there was no reply to the long-dead arcanist's words for an uncomfortable amount of time, before he continued:
"Very well then. You are all aware of the situation, and you have your tasks. Let us proceed..." he uttered as he turned around, gliding towards the stairs leading to the large cellar that had become his underground lab.
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*winddancer
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She chuckles ligthly at Zagran
Oh no, don't hurt yourself...just have a little faith, my friend.
She halts as Arvaal speaks and can't help but smile a bit at his comment as she leans back against the wall.
how typical...
She watches Vashtek leave and nods to herself. She pulls her hood a bit more over her face and with a fluent movement dissapears in the shadows again. Only her voice betrays her position at that moment as she speaks.
This...is going to be fun
Oh no, don't hurt yourself...just have a little faith, my friend.
She halts as Arvaal speaks and can't help but smile a bit at his comment as she leans back against the wall.
how typical...
She watches Vashtek leave and nods to herself. She pulls her hood a bit more over her face and with a fluent movement dissapears in the shadows again. Only her voice betrays her position at that moment as she speaks.
This...is going to be fun
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*Skullion
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Zagran watched them leave in silence, then he looked at Arvaal. He had fought along the cleric for a while and considered him to be a reliable companion, so he was surprised at the way the other two had addressed him. The reason why the priest would allow that, it was something between his god and himself.
The mask showed no emotions at all. Of course it didn't, expressivenes wasn't a mask's forte. Arvaal's mask, Denna's hood and Vashtek's emotionless skull... all looking to conceal their owners' true intentions. What a delightful company he had found.
Of course, he had his own reasons to be there. He smoked one last time and stood up.
- I'm taking my leave, lad. Wanna go grab a beer or something?
The mask showed no emotions at all. Of course it didn't, expressivenes wasn't a mask's forte. Arvaal's mask, Denna's hood and Vashtek's emotionless skull... all looking to conceal their owners' true intentions. What a delightful company he had found.
Of course, he had his own reasons to be there. He smoked one last time and stood up.
- I'm taking my leave, lad. Wanna go grab a beer or something?