Edena - obviously, we do not allow our gem dragons to go to the aid of the Solistarim. We are not going to be helping out any of Anab's buddies any time soon.
However...
Kessel will send a telepathic message to whomever is the leader of this Torillian force.
<<I order you, now, to get off of Oerth. You have captured whom you wanted. Leave our planet now, or suffer destruction. Of a most utter and lethal sort.>>
<<Yes, I would assume that you Torillians know what that means - I have nuclear weaponry. And I have no fear of using it to protect our planet. If you do not leave now, we will launch our vast arsenal of nuclear warheads and assorted other toys at the Godspires, and all that will be left will be a desolate wasteland.>>
Kessel grins, a grim determined grin that shows no trace of joy or happiness, but gives an impression of hatred and annoyance.
<<And don't think I'll stop there, either. Because, eventually, we'll figure out how to get to Toril. And then you'll really regret messing with us. I have seen the technologies you have over there... and while I admit that the things I have seen there are impressive, there are nothing to what I currently have in development.>>
<<I do not like warfare. I never have. However, my staff and I agree that you - Torillians - are not welcome here on Oerth, and need to be eliminated. We have our share of Torillians here already, and we do not require another sect of them here to meddle in our own world's affairs.>>
<<Stay and fight, and die. Leave, and live.>>