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<blockquote data-quote="shilsen" data-source="post: 3923632" data-attributes="member: 198"><p>When the Angels talk to the next powerful female leader, the response is much less cordial. Ythana Morr looks stonily across her desk at the group and says, her tone flat and uninflected, “So this ‘seed’ is now planted and Xoriat will return? Do you have any proof of this?”</p><p></p><p>“Err … the aura in Nameless’ chest is gone,” replies Gareth. “And he died and revived, which is why it happened.”</p><p></p><p>“You <em>think</em> he died and revived,” the Archierophant corrects, “But again, you have no proof of that, correct?”</p><p></p><p>Gareth glances at Six, hoping that the warforged will say something about having checked and confirmed that Nameless was dead after Emrena’s attack, but Six doesn’t make even a flicker of motion. The paladin looks back to Ythana and says, “No. But Nameless was told what had happened by … what’s its name, Nameless?”</p><p></p><p>“Cyäegha,” says Nameless. Having already voiced his opinion that talking to the Archierophant is futile and more trouble than it’s worth, the alienist adds nothing more, quietly enjoying Gareth’s treatment by Ythana.</p><p></p><p>Who says, “Yes, I got that. Nameless spoke mentally to some sort of monstrous entity on a plane that nobody else on the planet can reach and was told that Xoriat is coming. That is not exactly proof, as I see it.” </p><p></p><p>Gareth sighs. “Archierophant, I would not have come to you about this matter if I didn’t fully believe that it was true and incredibly urgent. Even if our tale is unlikely, you must see that if it is true, the result of this happening would be catastrophic. The lives of all of Khorvaire would be at risk. I believe that the Church is the only organization on Khorvaire with the resources and will to stand against such an invasion, and….” </p><p></p><p>Korm clears his throat loudly and coughs meaningfully, drawing a dirty look from the paladin, who says, “Yes, I know the Gatekeepers would do what they can, but from what Saala told us, their resources are severely limited and they are randomly scattered across the nations. The Church, on the other hand, is much better organized.” </p><p></p><p>“Maybe,” grunts Luna, “But a druid’s worth four priests.” She grins. “And more like twenty in a forest.” </p><p></p><p>Gareth’s frown deepens and he opens his mouth, shuts it, and then quickly turns back to Ythana. “Anyway, as I said, would you at least consider the possibility that we are correct? Surely one of your ability will be able to divine if we are telling the truth or not.”</p><p></p><p>The pleading – and perhaps flattery – has some effect, and Ythana’s face softens slightly as she nods slowly. “Very well. I shall investigate this further, though I cannot promise anything else right now.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth says, “Thank you. I appreciate it very much. Also, could you let the Keeper of the Flame know that we will be visiting her at some time to speak about this matter?”</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me?!” Ythana’s face goes back to resembling the hardness of Six’s metal visage. “I am not about to bother the Keeper about this matter unless I’m certain it is important. And correct.”</p><p></p><p>Gareth opens his mouth to protest, but Nameless interrupts abruptly, “That would be just fine. We won’t be taking any more of your time. Thank you.” </p><p></p><p>With that, he rises and quickly heads for the door. Six, Luna and Korm also follow, leaving Gareth staring after them. He looks back at Ythana, who is looking after Nameless with a frown on her face. His experiences with Xoriat have taken a significant toll on his already limited ability to interact with people. Even when he has no intention of being so, there is something mildly offensive about his manner, his eyes and voice somehow combining to give the impression that he is constantly aware of how insignificant and ephemeral the concerns of those he is addressing or studying are. </p><p></p><p>Gareth wonders if he should apologize for Nameless’ abrupt departure, but the expression in Ythana’s eyes as she turns to him makes it clear that would be unnecessary – and futile. He rises, bows and follows the others.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Luckily, all worshippers of the Silver Flame are not the same. As is evidenced some time later in a certain brothel, where the Angels stand – watched by a few curious prostitutes and customers – while a significantly rumpled looking Cedric walks down the stairs to meet them. “Dammit, Gareth,” he growls, pushing back his hair, “I was busy! I just got back from the crypts up north.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Gareth, “Mazin told us you were back and would be here. It’s urgent and we couldn’t wait.” He grins. <em>Talking to him is a lot easier than to Ythana.</em> “And I figured you’d be busy for a while.”</p><p></p><p>“That was the plan,” grumbles Cedric, leading them into a room. “Still, it’s nice to see you guys. So, what’s been happening with you?” He drops into a chair and turns to face the Angels, an expectant grin on his face. The reason is quickly revealed, just above the smile. Both of his eyes are an unvariegated jet-black, with no white showing at all.</p><p></p><p>“What the hell happened to you?” asks Luna.</p><p></p><p>“A boon. Or curse, depending on perspective. Gaia, a friend of mine up in the crypts, was having trouble with a lich and …”</p><p></p><p>“A lich? Did she wear a red dress?” </p><p></p><p>Cedric quirks an eyebrow at Gareth’s tone. “No, <em>he</em> was not a cross-dresser. Why?”</p><p></p><p>“We’ve had trouble with one called Emrena the Red, who likes red dresses.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, old Gath does the ancient armor route, actually. Gaia and he tend to keep feuding, but I don’t think he’s serious about it, since he could have killed her easily if he wanted. But he was acting strangely recently, she said, so I went up to take a look. Turned out he’d been affected by a cursed item, which I helped him get rid of. Doing so got me these,” he gestures at the eyes, “And a few permanent magical enhancements.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Nameless. “I’d noticed that you were glowing a bit more than usual. And not just in the holier-than-thou way.”</p><p></p><p>Cedric laughs. “I’d have asked you guys to come along and help, but you were outside Sharn when I left. Though something gives me a feeling you bunch would have gone in with <em>flame strike</em> blazing and things could have gone very differently.”</p><p></p><p>“So this lich isn’t evil?” asks Gareth, puzzled at Cedric’s comment about helping him.</p><p></p><p>“No, Gath’s evil all right. But he’s not doing anyone any harm, and Gaia’s and his lives would be quite boring without each other, so I didn’t do anything to him. I did tell him that if he hurt her I’d kill him, but I doubt he will. Anyway, I’ll have to go up there and talk with him again sometime. He’s a fairly good conversationalist, and I think there’s a chance I could talk a little more good sense into him.”</p><p></p><p>“So you talked to an evil lich about being good? And want to see if you can do more of that?” asks Six, curiously.</p><p></p><p>“Yes,” says Cedric simply, his tone indicating that it makes perfect sense.</p><p></p><p>Six turns to Gareth. “Why don’t <em>you</em> ever think of something like that.”</p><p></p><p>Cedric laughs at the comment and says, “All right. What’s the urgent thing you needed to see me about?”</p><p></p><p>The Angels proceed to explain what happened with Emrena, Nameless’ death, and everything else that followed. Cedric listens intently, asking a number of questions. Finally, when they’re done, he sighs, “And this is why my life is easier when I’m not around you bozos! Fine – how can I help?”</p><p></p><p>“That’s it?” says Gareth, a trifle surprised. “You believe us?”</p><p></p><p>“Oh, I’m not sure you’re right, but I believe that <em>you</em> believe you are. And something’s definitely different with Nameless. That’s good enough for me. I’ll help as I can, and if you turn out to be wrong, there’s no harm done other than that you’ve probably made a lot of people paranoid and they’ll be pissed off at you. If you’re right … well, I’m no scholar, but from Nameless says, we’re probably all f*cked.” He sighs again. “Which reminds me – I really wish I was upstairs after this news.” Cedric shrugs. “So, how can I help?”</p><p></p><p>“Well,” says Nameless, “The first thing we need to do is take out Emrena the Red, so that she can’t bother us any more. And then we may be going to the Mournland. Frankly, I’m not sure if you’re up to dealing with the things we face regularly, since they take us to the brink of death many times and we only survive because of the things Mordain has done for us.”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah,” says Korm meditatively, “I miss Mordain. He was such a nice guy.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, he was. But, as I was saying, it may be better for you to remain in Sharn and help protect the people in case trouble occurs. I’m sure before Xoriat actually becomes coterminous with Eberron, there’ll be all sorts of things heralding its advent, and we may not be here to help the city.”</p><p></p><p>Cedric nods. “That’s all fine. If you do ever want me along for something, that’s fine by me too, since I have actually made a life out of having the crap kicked out of me and getting back up. So the offer is always open.”</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>A couple of hours later, the Angels gather in the Gray House to discuss what they have done thus far. “All right,” says Nameless, “We’ve currently told the Gatekeepers, Cedric, Trillia and the Archierophant what is going to occur.”</p><p></p><p>“And Lalia,” reminds Gareth.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. I think that’s more than enough for the time being, so let’s not share this with anyone else until we know for sure what is going to occur and when. And hopefully can do something about it. Agreed?”</p><p></p><p>The others do so, and the alienist says, “Good. Now let’s go get some rest. Tomorrow, we go lich-hunting. I’m going to enjoy this!”</p><p></p><p>* * * * * * * * * *</p><p>The next morning, the Angels gather in Nameless’ laboratory, where he attempts to <em>scry</em> Emrena. After an hour of concentration, chanting and arcane gestures, the surface of the mirror the alienist is looking into begins to darken. Simultaneously, the tiny bits of Emrena’s flesh and hair that he had gathered from the scene of their last battle dissolve into ashes. </p><p></p><p>To his companions, the surface is now opaque and simply filled with cloudy vapor, but to Nameless a scene emerges. He describes it to the others. “Got her! And she hasn’t noticed the sensor. She’s in a bedroom. Fairly sparse, containing a desk, chair, bed, a chest at the end of the bed, a dresser and two doors. She’s at the desk. The room doesn’t show signs of having been occupied, so either she doesn’t use it often or has recently arrived. Hmm – no windows. Maybe it’s underground. She’s sitting at the desk and writing something. Let me see if I can get a good look.”</p><p></p><p>After a few seconds, Nameless continues, “It seems to be a letter, but I can’t read it. I’m pretty sure it’s in elven. Now she’s stopping, going back and crossing something out … stopping again … and crumpling it up. She just dropped the crumpled paper on the table, picked up another piece of paper, and started writing again.” </p><p></p><p>“All right,” says Korm pragmatically, “Very interesting. Any magic in the room? Your <em>arcane sight</em> should work through the sensor.”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, it does. Let’s see. On her, I get faint auras of necromancy and abjuration, and moderate abjuration. Lots of magical items, of course. There are no other magical auras in the area, but I’m picking up a few faint auras beyond one of the two doors. Hold on. Okay, some of them are moving slightly, so they’re almost certainly on people. Probably guards of some kind.”</p><p></p><p>“So should we start casting our spells and preparing?”</p><p></p><p>Nameless thinks for a second, and then says, “Actually, no. If she has something like my spell to <em>anticipate teleportation</em> on her, which apparently she did during the attack on the house, that could cause serious problems for us. Let’s wait for an hour or so, by which time she may have left the room, and then <em>teleport</em> in.” He pauses, scratching his chin thoughtfully with his tentacle. "Also, I have an idea for screwing with Emrena's head that might let us get in unopposed even if we are affected by the <em>Anticipate Teleportation</em>."</p><p></p><p>The others comply and, precisely an hour later, prepare to depart.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="shilsen, post: 3923632, member: 198"] When the Angels talk to the next powerful female leader, the response is much less cordial. Ythana Morr looks stonily across her desk at the group and says, her tone flat and uninflected, “So this ‘seed’ is now planted and Xoriat will return? Do you have any proof of this?” “Err … the aura in Nameless’ chest is gone,” replies Gareth. “And he died and revived, which is why it happened.” “You [i]think[/i] he died and revived,” the Archierophant corrects, “But again, you have no proof of that, correct?” Gareth glances at Six, hoping that the warforged will say something about having checked and confirmed that Nameless was dead after Emrena’s attack, but Six doesn’t make even a flicker of motion. The paladin looks back to Ythana and says, “No. But Nameless was told what had happened by … what’s its name, Nameless?” “Cyäegha,” says Nameless. Having already voiced his opinion that talking to the Archierophant is futile and more trouble than it’s worth, the alienist adds nothing more, quietly enjoying Gareth’s treatment by Ythana. Who says, “Yes, I got that. Nameless spoke mentally to some sort of monstrous entity on a plane that nobody else on the planet can reach and was told that Xoriat is coming. That is not exactly proof, as I see it.” Gareth sighs. “Archierophant, I would not have come to you about this matter if I didn’t fully believe that it was true and incredibly urgent. Even if our tale is unlikely, you must see that if it is true, the result of this happening would be catastrophic. The lives of all of Khorvaire would be at risk. I believe that the Church is the only organization on Khorvaire with the resources and will to stand against such an invasion, and….” Korm clears his throat loudly and coughs meaningfully, drawing a dirty look from the paladin, who says, “Yes, I know the Gatekeepers would do what they can, but from what Saala told us, their resources are severely limited and they are randomly scattered across the nations. The Church, on the other hand, is much better organized.” “Maybe,” grunts Luna, “But a druid’s worth four priests.” She grins. “And more like twenty in a forest.” Gareth’s frown deepens and he opens his mouth, shuts it, and then quickly turns back to Ythana. “Anyway, as I said, would you at least consider the possibility that we are correct? Surely one of your ability will be able to divine if we are telling the truth or not.” The pleading – and perhaps flattery – has some effect, and Ythana’s face softens slightly as she nods slowly. “Very well. I shall investigate this further, though I cannot promise anything else right now.” Gareth says, “Thank you. I appreciate it very much. Also, could you let the Keeper of the Flame know that we will be visiting her at some time to speak about this matter?” “Excuse me?!” Ythana’s face goes back to resembling the hardness of Six’s metal visage. “I am not about to bother the Keeper about this matter unless I’m certain it is important. And correct.” Gareth opens his mouth to protest, but Nameless interrupts abruptly, “That would be just fine. We won’t be taking any more of your time. Thank you.” With that, he rises and quickly heads for the door. Six, Luna and Korm also follow, leaving Gareth staring after them. He looks back at Ythana, who is looking after Nameless with a frown on her face. His experiences with Xoriat have taken a significant toll on his already limited ability to interact with people. Even when he has no intention of being so, there is something mildly offensive about his manner, his eyes and voice somehow combining to give the impression that he is constantly aware of how insignificant and ephemeral the concerns of those he is addressing or studying are. Gareth wonders if he should apologize for Nameless’ abrupt departure, but the expression in Ythana’s eyes as she turns to him makes it clear that would be unnecessary – and futile. He rises, bows and follows the others. * * * Luckily, all worshippers of the Silver Flame are not the same. As is evidenced some time later in a certain brothel, where the Angels stand – watched by a few curious prostitutes and customers – while a significantly rumpled looking Cedric walks down the stairs to meet them. “Dammit, Gareth,” he growls, pushing back his hair, “I was busy! I just got back from the crypts up north.” “Yes,” says Gareth, “Mazin told us you were back and would be here. It’s urgent and we couldn’t wait.” He grins. [i]Talking to him is a lot easier than to Ythana.[/i] “And I figured you’d be busy for a while.” “That was the plan,” grumbles Cedric, leading them into a room. “Still, it’s nice to see you guys. So, what’s been happening with you?” He drops into a chair and turns to face the Angels, an expectant grin on his face. The reason is quickly revealed, just above the smile. Both of his eyes are an unvariegated jet-black, with no white showing at all. “What the hell happened to you?” asks Luna. “A boon. Or curse, depending on perspective. Gaia, a friend of mine up in the crypts, was having trouble with a lich and …” “A lich? Did she wear a red dress?” Cedric quirks an eyebrow at Gareth’s tone. “No, [i]he[/i] was not a cross-dresser. Why?” “We’ve had trouble with one called Emrena the Red, who likes red dresses.” “Well, old Gath does the ancient armor route, actually. Gaia and he tend to keep feuding, but I don’t think he’s serious about it, since he could have killed her easily if he wanted. But he was acting strangely recently, she said, so I went up to take a look. Turned out he’d been affected by a cursed item, which I helped him get rid of. Doing so got me these,” he gestures at the eyes, “And a few permanent magical enhancements.” “Yes,” says Nameless. “I’d noticed that you were glowing a bit more than usual. And not just in the holier-than-thou way.” Cedric laughs. “I’d have asked you guys to come along and help, but you were outside Sharn when I left. Though something gives me a feeling you bunch would have gone in with [i]flame strike[/i] blazing and things could have gone very differently.” “So this lich isn’t evil?” asks Gareth, puzzled at Cedric’s comment about helping him. “No, Gath’s evil all right. But he’s not doing anyone any harm, and Gaia’s and his lives would be quite boring without each other, so I didn’t do anything to him. I did tell him that if he hurt her I’d kill him, but I doubt he will. Anyway, I’ll have to go up there and talk with him again sometime. He’s a fairly good conversationalist, and I think there’s a chance I could talk a little more good sense into him.” “So you talked to an evil lich about being good? And want to see if you can do more of that?” asks Six, curiously. “Yes,” says Cedric simply, his tone indicating that it makes perfect sense. Six turns to Gareth. “Why don’t [i]you[/i] ever think of something like that.” Cedric laughs at the comment and says, “All right. What’s the urgent thing you needed to see me about?” The Angels proceed to explain what happened with Emrena, Nameless’ death, and everything else that followed. Cedric listens intently, asking a number of questions. Finally, when they’re done, he sighs, “And this is why my life is easier when I’m not around you bozos! Fine – how can I help?” “That’s it?” says Gareth, a trifle surprised. “You believe us?” “Oh, I’m not sure you’re right, but I believe that [i]you[/i] believe you are. And something’s definitely different with Nameless. That’s good enough for me. I’ll help as I can, and if you turn out to be wrong, there’s no harm done other than that you’ve probably made a lot of people paranoid and they’ll be pissed off at you. If you’re right … well, I’m no scholar, but from Nameless says, we’re probably all f*cked.” He sighs again. “Which reminds me – I really wish I was upstairs after this news.” Cedric shrugs. “So, how can I help?” “Well,” says Nameless, “The first thing we need to do is take out Emrena the Red, so that she can’t bother us any more. And then we may be going to the Mournland. Frankly, I’m not sure if you’re up to dealing with the things we face regularly, since they take us to the brink of death many times and we only survive because of the things Mordain has done for us.” “Yeah,” says Korm meditatively, “I miss Mordain. He was such a nice guy.” “Yes, he was. But, as I was saying, it may be better for you to remain in Sharn and help protect the people in case trouble occurs. I’m sure before Xoriat actually becomes coterminous with Eberron, there’ll be all sorts of things heralding its advent, and we may not be here to help the city.” Cedric nods. “That’s all fine. If you do ever want me along for something, that’s fine by me too, since I have actually made a life out of having the crap kicked out of me and getting back up. So the offer is always open.” * * * A couple of hours later, the Angels gather in the Gray House to discuss what they have done thus far. “All right,” says Nameless, “We’ve currently told the Gatekeepers, Cedric, Trillia and the Archierophant what is going to occur.” “And Lalia,” reminds Gareth. “Yes. I think that’s more than enough for the time being, so let’s not share this with anyone else until we know for sure what is going to occur and when. And hopefully can do something about it. Agreed?” The others do so, and the alienist says, “Good. Now let’s go get some rest. Tomorrow, we go lich-hunting. I’m going to enjoy this!” * * * * * * * * * * The next morning, the Angels gather in Nameless’ laboratory, where he attempts to [i]scry[/i] Emrena. After an hour of concentration, chanting and arcane gestures, the surface of the mirror the alienist is looking into begins to darken. Simultaneously, the tiny bits of Emrena’s flesh and hair that he had gathered from the scene of their last battle dissolve into ashes. To his companions, the surface is now opaque and simply filled with cloudy vapor, but to Nameless a scene emerges. He describes it to the others. “Got her! And she hasn’t noticed the sensor. She’s in a bedroom. Fairly sparse, containing a desk, chair, bed, a chest at the end of the bed, a dresser and two doors. She’s at the desk. The room doesn’t show signs of having been occupied, so either she doesn’t use it often or has recently arrived. Hmm – no windows. Maybe it’s underground. She’s sitting at the desk and writing something. Let me see if I can get a good look.” After a few seconds, Nameless continues, “It seems to be a letter, but I can’t read it. I’m pretty sure it’s in elven. Now she’s stopping, going back and crossing something out … stopping again … and crumpling it up. She just dropped the crumpled paper on the table, picked up another piece of paper, and started writing again.” “All right,” says Korm pragmatically, “Very interesting. Any magic in the room? Your [i]arcane sight[/i] should work through the sensor.” “Yes, it does. Let’s see. On her, I get faint auras of necromancy and abjuration, and moderate abjuration. Lots of magical items, of course. There are no other magical auras in the area, but I’m picking up a few faint auras beyond one of the two doors. Hold on. Okay, some of them are moving slightly, so they’re almost certainly on people. Probably guards of some kind.” “So should we start casting our spells and preparing?” Nameless thinks for a second, and then says, “Actually, no. If she has something like my spell to [i]anticipate teleportation[/i] on her, which apparently she did during the attack on the house, that could cause serious problems for us. Let’s wait for an hour or so, by which time she may have left the room, and then [i]teleport[/i] in.” He pauses, scratching his chin thoughtfully with his tentacle. "Also, I have an idea for screwing with Emrena's head that might let us get in unopposed even if we are affected by the [i]Anticipate Teleportation[/i]." The others comply and, precisely an hour later, prepare to depart. [/QUOTE]
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