[Dragonrealms] An Announcement from the Zoluren Council (A meeting with Steward Grigoire)

[DiSilveron, Front Gate]

Several torches flicker from beyond a wrought-iron gate that makes its sudden appearance in a high, jasmine-scented hedge.  Two ominous statues, silhouetted against the lighter night sky, sparkle with faint traces of silver which glisten in the scant light.  Their eyes glow with an inner fire.  You also see a small muddied box labeled "TRESSPASSERS", a Zoluren guardsman, a Zoluren company, a freshly-planted pathway and the wrought-iron gate.

Also here: Pipesmoker Abson, Mayor Arandus, Lord Grigoire, Jaal Getha Voyle, Fanatic Pedagogue Whiteburn who is emanating a malevolent holy aura, War Wizard Woten who has a fiery visage, Dervish Ephic who is shrouded in ghostly flames, Ahneya, Maxwelinski, Azettie, Fist Fighter Yao, Herald Navesi, Mischief Maker Synamon, Blood Channeler Naeya who is surrounded by a shimmering shield, Fenasta Sveton Aliselyn, Wind Herald Mordimer who has a stony visage, Alley Fighter Allye, War Witch Heartsfyre, Believer Malchazador, Father Gratio who is emanating a bright holy aura, Crayzeke, Sunderstone's Zuz'darm Sendithu, Life Weaver Karthor, Caidie, Sand Herald Grenhart and Perune.

You see Lord Grigoire Denesal, Military Advisor of the Zoluren Court, a Human.

His slightly wavy shoulder-length dark brown hair has been pulled back away from a ruggedly handsome face with a defined jaw and cleft chin, accentuating its squared shape.  Above a crooked nose that looks to have broken several times, sepia-hued eyes look out from under heavy black brows that cut an oblique line into his sun-bronzed skin.  He has an excessively muscular build, with broad shoulders and arms that draw his garments taut with any significant movement.

He is of a towering height for a Human, and appears to be a mature adult.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a dark blue greatcloak with a braided gold fourragere draped over the left shoulder, black swordsman's shirt laced at the neck with a golden cord, a jet black silk weeper secured to the side with an intricate gold knotwork pin, a heavy marble signet ring carved with the crest of House Denesal, a claymore sheath, some supple sable lambskin dueling pants with golden gladiolus embroidered along the seams and some steel-toed marching boots.

You see Mayor Arandus Linlaig of Leth Deriel, a Human Ranger.

Save for a few wisps that feather his sun-bronzed brow, his long golden-streaked hair is combed neatly away from his face, revealing slightly-pointed ears, each pierced with a row of tiny cambrinth rings.  High cheekbones and thick lashes frame the intense gaze of his sparkling blue-green eyes, his athletic build complementing his handsome good-looks and charismatic appeal.

He is tall for a Human, his movements fluid and decided.

He is a young adult.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a full-length black archer's cloak, a full-sleeved black brocade doublet with silver-hemmed slashing that reveals a finely woven grey shirt beneath, a tawny suede pack, some black leather gloves, an wide icesteel signet ring with an intaglio crest of House Linlaig, a double-wrapped leather sword belt secured with a silver buckle bearing the Linlaig crest, a pair of black suede pants laced with grey cording down the outer legs and a pair of forester's boots secured with ivy-shaped buckles at the ankles.

Grenhart nods.

Azettie chews on her fingertips.

Ahneya gets a taffelberry tart from inside her black haversack.

Abson joins your group.

Ahneya offers Azettie a taffelberry tart.

Azettie declines Ahneya's offer.

You give Abson a playful poke in the ribs.

Grigoire says, "So, for those of you not aware, I'm Lord Grigoire.  I am the Military Advisor for Zoluren."

Azettie says to Ahneya, "I am afraid I will chew to loud."

Voyle nods.

Heartsfyre nods to Grigoire.

With amazing speed, Mordimer strikes Azettie in the throat with the edge of his flattened palm.  Azettie clutches her throat, wheezing pathetically.

Woten nods to Grigoire.

Ahneya says to Azettie, "I was afraid for your fingers."

Ahneya nods to Azettie.

Ahneya puts her tart in her black haversack.

Azettie gets a glazed strawberry cupcake with the words EAT ME spelled out in black currants from inside her backpack.

Azettie takes a bite of the cupcake.

Grigoire says, "I am not also taking over Maghana's duties as she is needed elsewhere."

Synamon rubs Azettie's nose.

Grigoire says, "I am now, rather."

Caidie knits her eyebrows together in a thoughtful frown.

Heartsfyre raises an eyebrow.

Caidie takes a bite of the tart.

Voyle raises an eyebrow.

Arandus smiles.

Aliselyn chuckles.

Caidie takes a huge mouthful of a taffelberry tart and gnaws heartily on it.

Synamon rolls her eyes.

Crayzeke says, "Mixed messages here..."

Woten says, "Congratulations."

Grigoire says, "I prefer to be known as Steward, though.  It's more fitting."

Arandus nods to Grigoire.

Malchazador appears to be listening intently for something.

Ahneya says to Grigoire, "Stewart is a good name."

Synamon nods.

Heartsfyre sighs.

Voyle sighs.

Caidie appears to be trying hard not to grin.

Whiteburn gazes up at the sky.

Synamon says, "Steward Griggy, got it."

Synamon nods.

Woten sighs.

Grigoire glances at Synamon.

Azettie glances at Mordimer.

Azettie takes a bite of the cupcake.

Caidie takes a huge mouthful of a taffelberry tart and gnaws heartily on it.

Caidie finishes off her taffelberry tart.

Kythera takes his rightful place beside you.

Caidie frowns.

Azettie manages to gain control of her vocal cords.

Caidie stretches out a hand imploringly to Maxwelinski.

Grigoire says, "Now, that said, in my capacity as both Steward and Military Advisor, I've an announcement on the behalf of the Prince and of the Council."

Crayzeke chuckles at Synamon.

Voyle appears to be listening intently for something.

Sendithu cocks her head.

Woten shifts his weight.

Heartsfyre gazes at Grigoire.

Grigoire says, "If the peanut gallery can manage to stow it long enough to listen, that is."

Caidie leans forward.

Caidie gazes at Grigoire.

Azettie takes a bite of the cupcake.

Aislynn stands near Heartsfyre.

Synamon shifts her weight.

Heartsfyre places her hand over Aislynn's mouth.

Grigoire says, "Right!  One.  Intelligence on the Elpalzi has had a breakthrough."

Woten blinks.

Heartsfyre gasps!

Arandus gives a slight nod.

Aliselyn nods.

Voyle nods.

Synamon asks, "So we should retreat faster?"

Heartsfyre shakes her fist!

Aislynn frowns at Synamon.

Aislynn gives Synamon a gentle poke in the ribs.

Crayzeke grins.

Grenhart hugs Aislynn, who wraps her arms around Grenhart with a warm smile.

Synamon says, "Oh right, hush."

Synamon nods.

Crayzeke nods to Synamon.

Crayzeke shakes his head.

Crayzeke chuckles at Synamon.

Grigoire says, "No, I'm not going to say what it is, as it would be counterproductive and likely end up ruining the entirety of the work my soldiers and I have been doing for the last several years."

Hssanh chirrs contentedly to himself, his tail undulating gently back and forth.

Hssanh takes a seat.

Aliselyn nods in agreement.

Woten nods.

Heartsfyre asks, "Are we close to retribution Steward Grigoire?"

Voyle says, "Agreed."

Heartsfyre gazes at Grigoire.

Grigoire says to Heartsfyre, "Yes.  Yes we are."

Heartsfyre shakes her fist!

Woten applauds.

Arandus nods to Heartsfyre.

Heartsfyre exclaims, "Finally!"

Grigoire says, "Further, there is reason to believe that at least some, if not all, of the prisoners live yet."

Aislynn nods to Grigoire.

Aislynn shifts her weight.

Sendithu raises an eyebrow in Grigoire's direction.

Woten gasps!

Voyle says, "Well, that's hopeful."

Bellatristezza gets an impish expression on her face, and lets out a hearty cheer.

A rather indignant oink sounds from Grenhart's beer barrel.

Caidie ponders.

Arandus nods to Voyle.

Qiyan gnaws on her lip.

Synamon asks, "The ones we have left abandoned all these years to be tortured and what have you?"

Grigoire says, "It is believed that one of their number has been forced to keep them living via Empathic means this entire time."

Grenhart grumbles.

Aliselyn winces.

Sendithu crooks her finger, motioning Synamon to come closer.

Heartsfyre gazes off into the distance.

Synamon stands near Sendithu.

Synamon shifts her weight.

A pained expression crosses Aislynn's face.

Grigoire says to Synamon, "They have hardly been abandoned."

With amazing speed, Grigoire strikes Synamon in the throat with the edge of his flattened palm.  Synamon clutches her throat, wheezing pathetically.

Arandus shifts his weight.

Caidie blinks.

Crayzeke says, "Living as in tourtured on a daily basis..."

Crayzeke says, "Got it."

Voyle says to Grigoire, "Thanks for that."

Mordimer nods at Grigoire, obviously agreeing with his views.

Synamon nods to Crayzeke.

With amazing speed, Caidie strikes Voyle in the throat with the edge of her flattened palm.  Voyle clutches his throat, wheezing pathetically.

Synamon rolls her eyes.

Grigoire says, "I won't have my work disparaged."

Aislynn sighs.

Allye frowns.

Synamon gives Caidie a gentle smooch on the cheek.

Woten asks, "Is military action being considered to free them, or are negotiations underway?"

You fidget nervously.

Arandus gazes at Grigoire.

Woten says, "Assuming you can say, of course."

Qiyan's feet are soaked.

Woten gestures, and a strong warm breeze swirls around Qiyan.

Qiyan beams at Woten!

Grigoire says, "The full of the plans will come into knowledge in due time.  It's a bit early to be saying, lest it give them time to prepare."

Synamon gives Sendithu a slight nod.

Heartsfyre nods at Grigoire, obviously agreeing with his views.

Woten nods.

Woten winks at Qiyan.

Aliselyn nods.

Azettie rolls her eyes.

Synamon manages to gain control of her vocal cords.

Crayzeke says, "I mean whats a while longer when its been years..."

Grigoire says, "However, know that the Zoluren military will welcome the aid of those loyal to the cause as we complete our mission."

Woten grins.

Aislynn smiles at Grigoire.

Voyle manages to gain control of his vocal cords.

Aliselyn smiles.

Crayzeke asks, "So does that you want help?"

Heartsfyre says to Grigoire, "Steward Grigiore, I hope to be there when Military moves upon those scum. It is loong past overdue for retribution."

Arandus tilts his head to one side.

Crayzeke raises an eyebrow in Grigoire's direction.

Korutu takes a seat.

Heartsfyre nods to Grigoire.

Grenhart nods to Heartsfyre.

Grigoire says to Crayzeke, "Yes, why wouldn't I risk years worth of time and the lives of everyone involved just so you could feel like you were keep involved."

Arandus nods to Heartsfyre.

Perune nods in agreement.

Grigoire says, "Silly me."

Caidie ponders.

Grenhart cackles at Grigoire!

Grenhart throws his head back and howls!

Crayzeke says, "Don't make it my fault you left people behind, we were told to stay out and not help."

Crayzeke asks, "Rememeber?"

Grigoire says to Heartsfyre, "And we should wish to see you there."

Crayzeke idly picks at a belt quiver fashioned from a tattered Therengian-blue cloak and a gaping skull.

With amazing speed, Grigoire strikes Crayzeke in the throat with the edge of his flattened palm.  Crayzeke clutches his throat, wheezing pathetically.

Heartsfyre bows to Grigoire.

Sendithu folds her arms across her chest.

Korutu ponders.

Crayzeke smiles.

Arandus grins at Crayzeke.

Grenhart ducks his head.

Woten asks, "Well, I would also be more than happy to help in whatever capacity is needed. I assume a point of contact will be designated soon?"

Aliselyn smiles.

Korutu says, "Seems kinda rude."

Korutu stands up.

Kythera begins to listen to Ephic teach the Debilitation skill.

Grigoire says, "So again, keep yourselves aware, as calls will be going out."

Sendithu whispers something to Karthor.

Woten nods.

Voyle nods to Grigoire.

Heartsfyre says to Grigoire, "I have waited years for this moment sir. I still remember the Keep and her fallen."

You nod to Grigoire.

Karthor chortles softly at some secret joke.

Mordimer nods to Heartsfyre.

Navesi's features take on a look of resolve as she takes a deep breath and throws back her shoulders.

Grigoire says to Aislynn, "The Council was discussing that during their meeting."

Aislynn nods to Grigoire.

Korutu leans on Crayzeke.

Qiyan squints.

Crayzeke just punched Korutu!

Grigoire says, "Amongst other aspects."

Korutu grins at Crayzeke.

Crayzeke smiles.

Arandus nods to Grigoire.

Grigoire says, "As some of you may be aware, not all of the Elpalzi who fight us now, or in the past have done so willingly."

Aislynn sighs.

Aliselyn nods.

Korutu releases a shriek into the air and begins to scan the horizon for enemies!

Hssanh's tail gives a quick lash at the air, and then he grows intensely still.

Voyle nods.

Aislynn gets a scrap of torn paper from inside her writing box.

Crayzeke manages to gain control of his vocal cords.

Heartsfyre nods to Grigoire.

Grigoire says, "However, that does not mean we can stay our hand when they come with force."

Heartsfyre nods to Grigoire.

Perune raises his hand.

Mordimer asks, "I am assuming you are n referense to the Stavonark family?"

Grenhart asks, "So is there any plan to infiltrate and release the hostages?"

Grigoire says, "While it is with sadness that we may cut down those forced into combat, we do them the greatest honor when we treat them with respect as we fight."

Grenhart says, "All of them."

Woten says to Grenhart, "The steward said earlier that he can't discuss details."

Aislynn nods.

Heartsfyre nods.

Crayzeke chuckles.

Grenhart nods.

The clouds break up somewhat, leaving only a few left in the sky.

Korutu says, "The whole hostage thing could just be a trick."

Voyle nods to Grigoire.

Aliselyn nods at Grigoire, obviously agreeing with his views.

Grigoire says to Grenhart, "When all is over, those who should be free, will be.  All of them."

Woten nods.

Grenhart nods to Grigoire.

Whiteburn gazes at Grigoire.

Perune asks Grigoire, "Steward, is there any plans for those who surrender?"

Azettie rubs her head.

Grigoire says to Perune, "Of course.  We are not monsters."

Synamon snorts, loudly.

The tip of Whiteburn's tail makes lazy circles in the air.

Grenhart says, "Not all of us."

Crayzeke raises an eyebrow.

Aislynn quietly says, "Some aren't even surrendering... They're simply apologizing post-humously."

Aislynn curls her tail toward the ground, her shoulders drooping.

Aislynn offers Grigoire a scrap of torn paper.

Perune says, "I mean, for those of us already in the field. I've had to fight thirty today alone, and a similar number yesterday."

Grigoire accepts Aislynn's torn paper.

Arandus says, "As yet."

Korutu ponders.

Grigoire nods slightly.

Navesi gets a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald" from inside her black coat.

Navesi carefully opens a slender oak-bound volume incised with "The First Land Herald".

Woten grins at Navesi.

Korutu says, "They could always try to fight to free their family."

Grigoire says to Aislynn, "Thank you."

Navesi gets a pristine goose feather quill from inside her black coat.

Aislynn nods to Grigoire.

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Korutu says, "Instead of killing ours."

Perune nods to Korutu.

Qiyan says, "And all the ones I fought... and questioned before killing, never once said they were sorry or reconsidering."

Crayzeke asks, "Quiet?"

Crayzeke mutters to himself.

Crayzeke chuckles.

Grigoire says to Qiyan, "They wouldn't.  Their families are walked if they even try."

The eyes of Sendithu's monk pendant flash white for a moment.

Aliselyn sighs.

Qiyan says, "I looked in their eyes before killing, not one showed signs of remorse."

Aislynn glances at Qiyan.

Qiyan says, "Like me."

Crayzeke nods to Qiyan.

Aislynn quietly says, "Look harder."

Crayzeke squints.

Whiteburn gazes up at the sky.

Voyle nods to Whiteburn.

Korutu says, "If there is as many not wanting to fight as a bunch of none fighters think there are."

Korutu says, "They could easily revolt."

Grigoire says, "Right then.  Discussions on the potential remorse of combatants is not really why I'm here.  I'll leave philosophy to others."

Aliselyn nods.

Aislynn chuckles.

Woten chortles softly at some secret joke.

Arandus grins.

Voyle nods to Grigoire.

Grigoire asks Korutu, "Are you trying to say that I am not a fighter?"

Aislynn quietly says, "I think he's saying I'm not a fighter."

Aislynn grins at Korutu.

Arandus chuckles.

Crayzeke says, "Interesting choice of words..."

Grenhart moves over to guard Aislynn.

Grenhart says, "She is not."

Korutu says, "I dunno what you are really."

Aislynn chuckles.

Voyle sighs.

Korutu says, "I do know I dont see you fighting if you want to go that route."

Synamon says, "Neither is Griggy."

Aliselyn says, "That does not matter, let us hear the annoucement."

Heartsfyre makes a grunting noise.

With amazing speed, Grigoire strikes Synamon in the throat with the edge of his flattened palm.  Synamon clutches her throat, wheezing pathetically.

Qiyan smirks at Synamon.

Voyle nods to Aliselyn.

Crayzeke says, "I've heard of a philosopher near by..."

Qiyan holds her hand out towards Synamon for a highfive.

Crayzeke nods.

Crayzeke chuckles.

Caidie appears to be trying hard not to grin.

With amazing speed, Grigoire strikes Qiyan in the throat with the edge of his flattened palm.  Qiyan clutches her throat, wheezing pathetically.

Synamon and Qiyan highfive each other.

Aislynn frowns, shaking her head with an expression of exasperation before resting her face in the palm of her hand.

Qiyan gulps.

Arandus frowns.

Heartsfyre gazes up at the sky.

Voyle seems to be waiting for something.

Sendithu grins at Caidie.

Grigoire says to Arandus, "This is why I didn't want to take Maghana's job."

Ahneya asks, "Are we all done harassing Stewart?"

Crayzeke chuckles at Qiyan.

Arandus chuckles.

Voyle nods to Grigoire.

Crayzeke says, "Not in the slightest."

Grigoire says, "The Prince doesn't want me to kill them all."

Grenhart sighs.

Woten grins at Grigoire.

Whiteburn gazes at Grigoire with a sympathetic look on her face.

Crayzeke smiles at Ahneya.

Aislynn looks at Crayzeke and sighs.

Mordimer says, "This is not at all how a Steward should be respected.  I am starting to see why the officials do not treat us to public announcements very often."

Arandus says to Grigoire, "I might get worse before it gets better.  Brace yourself."

Azettie asks Grigoire, "Cause there is not enough time to work on your wardrobe?"

Arandus pats Grigoire on the back.

Mordimer sighs.

Heartsfyre asks Arandus, "Mayor, will you be joining the ranks when we fight?"

Aislynn closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Azettie rubs her head.

Navesi nods at Mordimer, obviously agreeing with his views.

Allye asks, "Is this a treat?"

Heartsfyre gazes at Arandus.

Arandus says, "Oh no, not me."

Arandus shakes his head at Heartsfyre.

Grigoire rolls his eyes.

You nod to Mordimer.

Heartsfyre nods to Arandus.

Korutu runs his fingers lightly over his aformosia wristcuff, and it shines brightly for a moment.  Suddenly, a curried fish sandwich on toasted wheat bread appears in his hand!

Synamon manages to gain control of her vocal cords.

Korutu offers Allye a curried fish sandwich on toasted wheat bread.

Korutu says, "Treat."

Allye accepts Korutu's fish sandwich.

Allye ponders.

Ephic says to Mordimer, "Seems pretty thump happy, guess that's what is considered military action these days."

Arandus says, "Perhaps one of the family, but...not me."

Mordimer says to Grigoire, "If you wish the services of this Warrior mage, send a page, I will be more then pleased to assist you."

Qiyan manages to gain control of her vocal cords.

Voyle says to Grigoire, "If you need men of decorum for this operation, feel free to call on me."

Grenhart says, "There is worse."

Aislynn groans.

Allye sniffs at a curried fish sandwich on toasted wheat bread.

Voyle says, "Good day, everyone."

Jaal Getha Voyle wandered over to a freshly-planted pathway.

Crayzeke says, "Maybe the measure of the respect received is a balance from what has been given."

Crayzeke smiles at Mordimer.

Allye frowns at Korutu.

Korutu ponders.

Klines wandered over from a freshly-planted pathway.

Heartsfyre asks Grigoire, "Steward, will there be another meeting before we head out and finally squash this threat?"

Klines joins Navesi's group.

Klines puts his sickle in his hitman's backpack.

Heartsfyre gazes at Grigoire.

Grigoire says, "My patience is wearing thin, if you wish to hear more, the Turmar are at the forefront of the investigative side."

Woten nods.

Navesi writes something on a page in her oak-bound volume.

Perune ponders.

Grenhart nods to Grigoire.

Grigoire says, "Their services have come in handy in uncovering the most recent leads, and it due to them that we have the opportunity at hand."

Synamon says, "You shoud definitely retreat and regroup, and give it a few more years so that maybe there will be nothing left of the good people held hostage."

Woten gets a silversteel stylus angled sharply at one end from inside his hooded longcoat.

Woten gets a squat kertig inkwell topped with a smoke ruby stopper from inside his hooded longcoat.

Arandus whispers something to Grigoire.

Aislynn sighs.

Naeya blinks.

Woten opens the cover of his squat inkwell.

Arandus gazes at Grigoire.

Woten dips his stylus into a inkwell.

Grigoire says to Arandus, "If only."

Klines stands near Navesi.

Mordimer says, "A lady of the House Tumar was escorted and sent to Dirge not but a few days past."

Arandus chuckles.

Woten closes the cover of his squat inkwell.

Mordimer says, "It was rumored she had visions."

Grigoire nods to Mordimer.

Woten squints.

Woten puts his inkwell in his hooded longcoat.

Woten gets a compact journal filled with lined writing paper from inside his hooded longcoat.

Crayzeke nods to Synamon.

Woten moves a silversteel stylus angled sharply at one end to his left hand.

Woten moves a compact journal filled with lined writing paper to his right hand.

A pained expression crosses Aislynn's face.

Woten unlatches and opens his compact journal.

Woten reads his compact journal.

Grigoire says, "Lady Lilena Turmar, yes.  She is a Moon Mage."

Mordimer nods to Grigoire.

Woten turns the page of his compact journal.

Perune asks Mordimer, "What kind of visions?"

Arandus nods.

Rmel hugs Caidie, who wraps her arms around Rmel with a warm smile.

Klines doffs his bowler hat at Mordimer.

Caidie waves to Rmel.

Caidie just hugged Rmel.

Klines says to Mordimer, "I may be able to answer his question."

Rmel smiles at Caidie.

Mordimer says, "I do not have first hand knowledge, but they could be a sign of something from everyones past."

Aislynn quietly says to Perune, "She wishes to speak with you, by the by. In case no one has told you."

Mordimer nods to Klines.

Mordimer says, "I defer to Klines."

Perune gives a slight nod.

Grigoire says, "She is taking the face of her House's efforts."

Perune says to Aislynn, "I had heard, but thank you."

Aislynn nods to Perune.

Grigoire says, "You shall be seeing more of her in days to come."

Aislynn gazes at Grigoire.

Navesi says, "The First Land Herald recently published an article featuring Lady Lilena, authored by Klines. I would be happy to give copies to anyone."

Klines nods to Navesi.

Grigoire says, "While I oversee the rest of the military."

Perune raises his hand.

Arandus says, "I'd like to see more of her."

Arandus gazes off into the distance.

Perune nods to Navesi.

Crayzeke grins at Arandus.

Arandus shrugs.

Grigoire says to Arandus, "Vaehmic would slaughter you."

Qiyan hails Navesi with a clenched fist over her heart and a respectful nod.

Aislynn chortles softly at some secret joke.

Aislynn nods at Grigoire, obviously agreeing with his views.

Klines nods in agreement.

Navesi hails Qiyan with a clenched fist over her heart and a respectful nod.

Arandus says to Grigoire, "That's the rumor..."

Grigoire says to Arandus, "Slowly."

Arandus grins at Grigoire.

Woten reads his compact journal.

Crayzeke asks, "You really want to see people dead don't you?"

Woten turns the page of his compact journal.

Crayzeke smiles at Grigoire.

Woten reads his compact journal.

Woten writes something in his compact journal.

Perune nods to Navesi.

Grigoire says, "I'm a military man and a guilded Barbarian."

Heartsfyre says, "Steward Grigiore is nothing but efficient."

Crayzeke rolls his eyes.

Korutu grins.

Perune says to Arandus, "Don't let fear stop you, good Mayor. I'll help you."

Arandus says, "Come now...Grigoire is a ray of truth, and....sunshine."

Arandus nods.

Korutu grabs Grigoire's forearm in a vise-like grip and shakes him violently, greeting him like a long-lost Barbarian sibling.

Arandus glances at Grigoire.

Heartsfyre smirks at Arandus.

Sendithu chuckles.

Crayzeke says, "And a steward now lets not forget that."

Allye nods to Synamon.

Crayzeke says, "Many hats..."

Arandus nods to Crayzeke.

Qiyan ponders.

Woten says to Grigoire, "Any news concerning the Lich that attacked some time ago? I hope it's not another Lyras type situation."

Heartsfyre says to Arandus, "I have worked under his.. guidance.. I well know.."

Aislynn begins chortling at Heartsfyre.

Arandus smiles at Heartsfyre.

Grenhart nods to Woten.

Whiteburn glances at Woten.

Qiyan whispers something to Synamon.

Grenhart says, "In any way."

Woten glances at Whiteburn.

Grigoire says to Woten, "He's been contained, so no."

Klines says to Perune, "In the vision we shared, we felt an overwhelmingly negative and unnatural force. It was also accompanied by extreme pain, it felt as though our minds were being invaded. We ultimately saw an Elpalzi woman's face, flickering in and out in front of a dark, winged shape, covered in scales. We also saw the image of a triple-tined claw."

Woten nods.

Arandus says to Heartsfyre, "Undoubtedly why he trusts you then."

Sendithu whispers something to Caidie.

Rmel glances at Whiteburn.

Caidie nods emphatically at Sendithu.

Heartsfyre bows to Arandus.

Perune asks, "Contained?"

Sendithu shudders.

Woten says, "Good news then."

Caidie whispers something to Sendithu.

A pained expression crosses Aislynn's face.

Woten closes his compact journal, hooking back the latch.

Caidie laces her fingers behind her back and blushes, her doe-eyed expression wide and innocent.

Whiteburn folds her arms across her chest.

Woten puts his journal in his hooded longcoat.

Crayzeke asks, "Contained? To what his own island?"

Korutu grins at Caidie.

Caidie nods to Sendithu.

Woten puts his stylus in his hooded longcoat.

Woten squints.

Mordimer says to Klines, "I took this information you gave me and visited a certain altar in the underswamps."

Synamon nods to Allye.

Caidie bursts out in a sudden snort of laughter.

Caidie quickly clasps both hands over her mouth.

Azettie whispers something to Caidie.

Grigoire says to Crayzeke, "Yes, actually.  According to the Temple."

Whiteburn blinks.

Caidie rubs Azettie gently, massaging her muscles.

The eyes of Sendithu's monk pendant flash white for a moment.

Woten says, "I can see I have some catching up to do later on."

Crayzeke says, "Hardly seems contained, telling to just go home."

Perune mutters to himself.

Qiyan pats Woten on the back.

Grigoire says, "Contained is contained.  More final matters await the Temple."

Azettie whispers something to Caidie.

Woten chuckles at Qiyan.

Whiteburn frowns at herself.

Aliselyn glances at Whiteburn.

Caidie snickers at Azettie.

Mordimer says, "I personally matched spells with that lich, he was hardly contained when he melted into the earth."

Azettie sighs.

Yao ponders.

Synamon mutters something into the air about grounded to his room.

Qiyan says, "Contained like spotted and living comfortably... not like fenced in."

Korutu says, "Clearly hes a hostage too."

Grigoire says to Arandus, "I think I hit all of the points."

Mordimer frowns.

Grenhart sighs.

Arandus nods to Grigoire.

Arandus says, "I believe so."

You squint.

Heartsfyre shifts her weight.

Caidie nods to Rmel.

Korutu gets a black paintstick from inside his silverweave lootsack.

Azettie says, "No no wait.... if I am gonna be thumped I wanna be thumped by the man not his boy."

Azettie nods.

Korutu smears his face and neck with warpaint.

Azettie observes Grigoire with fascination.

Aliselyn says, "Thank you Steward and Mayor for speaking to us."

Hammerfist mutters something into the air about typical haters.

Arandus smiles.

Korutu puts his paintstick in his silverweave lootsack.

Woten bows to Grigoire.

Heartsfyre nods to Hammerfist.

Arandus motions to Grigoire.

Aliselyn places her hands on her thighs and bows deeply at the waist towards Grigoire, holding the position for a moment before returning upright.

Heartsfyre bows to Grigoire.

Heartsfyre bows to Arandus.

Klines whispers something to Navesi.

Aliselyn places her hands on her thighs and bows deeply at the waist towards Arandus, holding the position for a moment before returning upright.

Korutu grins at Azettie.

Qiyan says, "Yes thank you sirs."

Mordimer gazes sadly at Azettie.

Arandus says, "The esteemed gentlemen has things well in hand."

Aislynn makes a chirring noise in the back of her throat.

Heartsfyre says, "Sirs. thank you for the news."

Arandus motions to Grigoire.

Heartsfyre shakes her fist!

Qiyan grins at Woten.

Aliselyn leans on Heartsfyre.

Ahneya says to Grigoire, "Thank you, Stewart.l."

Navesi gives Klines a slight nod.

Synamon asks, "So basically you know things that you found out over years and years of passive research and can not tell us anything about anything except that hey good people are still being tortured but don't worry if they are still alive when we try to help them they will be alive.. right?"

Crayzeke says, "Hey griggy, you know we are still here if you ever decide you want to let us help again..."

Crayzeke waves to Grigoire.

Grigoire mutters, "And if I stay much longer, I'll forget my current job doesn't allow for execution of insubordinates."

Aliselyn chuckles at Grigoire.

Arandus chuckles at Grigoire.

Woten says, "Good luck with your new Senschel duties."

Woten chuckles.

Azettie says, "That means I would be under you and I like the tops."

Azettie shrugs.

Grigoire asks Arandus, "Did you pay them to do that?"

Arandus says, "Yes."

Qiyan smirks.

Rmel gets some throwing blades from inside his traveler's pack.

Aislynn chortles softly at some secret joke.

Arandus asks, "I'm sorry, what?"

Caidie gawks at Woten.

Synamon says, "And some elpazi are not so bad."

Synamon nods.

Arandus grins.

Korutu gets a ZEF standard-issue longbow from inside his claymore sheath.

Caidie whispers something to Sendithu.

Grigoire asks Arandus, "I hate you sometimes.  You know that, right?"

Aliselyn laughs!

Aislynn gazes at Korutu.

Arandus says, "Yes, I'm aware."

Arandus nods to Grigoire.

Azettie praises Arandus.

Woten chuckles.

Crayzeke nods to Synamon.

Navesi says to Grigoire, "Lord Grigoire, your words are, as always, appreciated. We citizens of Zoluren stand ready to aid in whatever way we can."

Azettie nods in agreement.

You chuckle.

Grigoire says to Arandus, "You owe me a beer."

Sendithu nods at Caidie, obviously agreeing with her views.

You nod at Navesi, in complete agreement with her views.

Crayzeke says, "And hes a steward now, that was first and formost..."

Azettie says, "I own a bar I can buy you one."

You bow to Grigoire.

Azettie snickers.

Crayzeke shakes his head.

Arandus exclaims to Grigoire, "Done!  Now we're speaking my language!"

Arandus grins.

Heartsfyre says to Arandus, "Mayor, just give him the whole keg.."

Hssanh curls back his lips to display his fangs briefly.

Grenhart drags a thumb across his throat.

Arandus chuckles at Heartsfyre.

Woten gestures.

Woten's eyes darken a shade.

Grenhart slams a fist into his palm.

Klines whispers something to Navesi.

Azettie says to Synamon, "He is gonna ignore me he must not appreciate ladies with minds."

Heartsfyre mutters something into the air about goddess knows hes gonna need it.

Klines glances at Navesi.

Arandus asks Heartsfyre, "No, no...that's not a great idea either.  Can you imagine him unhinged?"

Aislynn observes Grenhart with fascination.

Arandus shakes his head at Heartsfyre.

Grenhart dances his fingers about.

Caidie rests her hands on her hips.

Azettie sighs.

Navesi nods to Klines.

Crayzeke nods to Azettie.

Heartsfyre ponders.

Grigoire walks through the gate, ignoring Arandus.

You fidget nervously.

Heartsfyre says, "Yes.. i do.."

Aliselyn chuckles.

Synamon says to Azettie, "He is not very good with action."

Arandus chuckles.

Synamon shifts her weight.

Perune chuckles.

Grenhart peers quizzically at Arandus.

Woten ponders.

Caidie says to Synamon something in Ilithic.

Caidie nods to Synamon.

Woten shrugs.

War Wizard Woten wandered over to a freshly-planted pathway.

Qiyan grins at Ephic.

Heartsfyre says to Arandus, "Least it will be city wide pandamonium."

Fanatic Pedagogue Whiteburn wandered over to a freshly-planted pathway.

Ephic gives Qiyan a good pinch!

Heartsfyre clears her throat.

[Local] Your mind hears Woten thinking, "Elpalzi just outside the Manor, the dirty spies"

Crayzeke says, "Unless its from someone saying somthing he doesnt want anyone to hear..."

General Hammerfist wandered over to a freshly-planted pathway.

Arandus exclaims, "Well!  I'm glad for the progress, none the less.  We may finally be ready to rid this thing yet!"

Klines wandered over to a freshly-planted pathway.

Crayzeke exclaims, "Then hes a man of action!"

Qiyan leans down and shakes Ephic's shoulders!

Caidie nods to Crayzeke.

Azettie nods to Crayzeke.

Synamon says to Caidie something in Ilithic.

Aislynn quietly says, "Ahh. You might want to head indoors, Mayor."

Aislynn closes her eyes for a moment and grows still.

Arandus nods to Heartsfyre.

Synamon grins at Caidie.

Aliselyn stands near Aislynn.

Qiyan says, "I had more to ask."

Heartsfyre slides a midnight black pavise shield traced with icesteel off her shoulder, gripping it in one hand.

Allye grins at Aliselyn.

Navesi traces a curving sigil in the air.

Qiyan says, "I just couldn't figure out the nice way to ask."

Azettie takes off a wilted poppy.

Crayzeke shakes his head.

Qiyan gnaws on her lip.

Azettie moves a glazed strawberry cupcake with the words EAT ME spelled out in black currants to her left hand.

Azettie moves a wilted poppy to her right hand.

Aliselyn smiles at Allye.

Azettie offers Arandus a wilted poppy.

Heartsfyre shows Arandus her pavise shield.

Arandus says, "I bid you all a good evening...I'm sure you'll hear more as the Steward has more information to share."

Azettie says, "Support the cause."

Azettie nods.

Arandus accepts Azettie's wilted poppy.

Azettie says, "Wear it proud."

Navesi nods politely to Arandus.

Perune says, "Have a good evening, Mayor."

Synamon grins at Qiyan.

Arandus exclaims, "What a lovely poppy!"

Arandus fixes Azettie with a frank, even stare.

Malchazador bows to Arandus.

Korutu says, "Nice cupcake."

Arandus chuckles.

A servant nods deferentially as Arandus enters the wrought-iron gate.

Azettie says, "I am thanks."

Azettie curtsies.

Qiyan inhales a great swallow of air.

Heartsfyre says, "Time to slam a few faces."

It has been 423 years, 80 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.

It is the 3rd month of Lirisa the Archer in the year of the Amber Phoenix.

It is currently spring and it is early evening.