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<blockquote data-quote="Cafu" data-source="post: 6341405" data-attributes="member: 6692807"><p>Alarmed, I looked towards the west, trying to see what new enemies the Ragesians had decided to use against us. </p><p> </p><p>Drudge's dry voice next to me said: </p><p> </p><p>''You're looking the wrong way, Faden'.''</p><p> </p><p>Looking East, I joined the others in watching a tall humanoid figure striding towards us......in the sky. It was walking on air.</p><p> </p><p>Metamorphosis retreated into the background again, but Rantle was still there and asked: </p><p> </p><p>''Who is that?"</p><p> </p><p>Even though it was quite a distance away, there was no mistaking that figure. </p><p> </p><p>I said: </p><p> </p><p>''It's a ghaele; a good, extraplanar being of great power; it looks as if the Shahalesti have decided to announce themselves. Longhelim, I think that we will be needing your diplomatic skills soon.''</p><p> </p><p>The paladin never took his eyes off the ghaele as he replied: </p><p> </p><p>''Right, everyone remember the rules; she'll be here very soon.''</p><p> </p><p>''Rules?'' asked Rantle</p><p> </p><p>John replied this time: </p><p> </p><p>''Yes, the rules are simple; we keep our mouths shut and let him do the talking unless we are asked a question directly. If we have something really important to say, then we can whisper in his ear; apparently, this is allowed in diplomatic circles; we act as his advisors. It does get a little odd when Faden has something to say because then Longhelim and he has to kneel down but diplomacy is a funny business all around; people say one thing but mean another; phrases are hidden within words and your freedom if not your life hinge on what you say when; we’ve had to learn the hard way; we ended up in a dungeon in Dassen due to bad diplomacy once and one of us had quite a bad time; not as bad as our professional diplomat companion who was supposed to prevent this; he was tortured to death; mind you, the person in whose court we were being diplomatic was quite mad; he even admitted it later. ''</p><p> </p><p>Rantle stared at John and said:</p><p> </p><p>“I’d like to hear that tale fully sometime.”</p><p> </p><p>Then he grinned: </p><p> </p><p>''I like your rules though. Next time we have a situation like this with Diogenes and Erdin, I’ll suggest we instigate them. In the meantime, I’ll follow them as well.''</p><p> </p><p>The paladin nodded as the ghaele reached us. </p><p> </p><p>She was a magnificent being with a superficial resemblance to an elf but with those extraordinary eyes like pearls and otherworldly armour with design and ornamentation that was obviously not of this plane. I had seen another of her kind in the Fire Forest of Innenotdar but that one had been in some sort of comatose sleep; this one was in her full glory. </p><p> </p><p>She wasted no time: </p><p> </p><p>''Greetings! My name is Eritae and in the name of my mistress, Aurana Kirondaal, I invite you to the Aquaduct District; His Majesty, King Shaaladel wishes to meet with you and discuss terms and tactics. My mistress requests you be there at the zenith of the sun.''</p><p> </p><p>I did a quick calculation in my head; if we were to make the appointed time and place, then we would have to leave now, and we would have to fly. </p><p> </p><p>Longhelim looked at Rantle with an unspoken enquiry. </p><p> </p><p>The latter replied: </p><p> </p><p>''Go! We'll handle anything the Ragesians throw at us; I think that since the Shahalesti have arrived, holding this gate has suddenly become less important than gaining their support. However, I want to go as well; I will hand over the supervision of the Gate to my second in command and accompany you.''</p><p> </p><p>The paladin nodded and then turning to our new acquaintance, said: </p><p> </p><p>''Metamorphosis, you were offering flying magic previously? If you would be so kind.......''</p><p> </p><p>As requested, the trillith cast that spell on us and we flew off to finally meet the legendary King Shaaladel. </p><p> </p><p>As we flew over the rooftops, the ghaele kept up with us easily. I flew to her side and asked:</p><p> </p><p>“My lady, may I ask please: Your mistress, Aurana Kirondaal? I am afraid I am wholly ignorant of the Shahalesti Court; may we know who she is?”</p><p> </p><p>Those eyes regarded my briefly and then she replied, as if she had made a decision:</p><p> </p><p>“My mistress is a trusted and valued advisor to King Shaaladel; she is also a powerful archmage.”</p><p> </p><p>I thanked her and then flew over to John:</p><p> </p><p>“Do you remember that name at all? I don’t remember hearing it in the past.”</p><p> </p><p>He shook his head and we flew on and I then flew to Longhelim, who was also next to Victor. Speaking quietly I said:</p><p> </p><p>“Longhelim, back to what I was saying; that strange dream you had; some of it is beginning to make sense now. Do you remember what you told us? About a single vigilant gatekeeper denying the dark masquerade? And being imprisoned in war? Well that sounds like that Trillith Vigilance. And the other bit, about one seeking us who is made to change?”</p><p> </p><p>Wordlessly I looked at Metamorphosis, flying slightly ahead of us.</p><p> </p><p>I continued:</p><p> </p><p>“Then, there’s the bit about someone seeking justice from a father who cast him out with nothing but his sword. That could refer to the Danavas; and then there is a line about the throng sharing their dreams and opening themselves to nightmares. Well, that must be a reference to the Festival of Dreams.”</p><p> </p><p>Both Victor and Longhelim were nodding as I was speaking; I finished with one last line:</p><p> </p><p>“The Torch shall fall from the hand of its wielder and the song of the deep shall be no ally.</p><p> </p><p>I haven’t worked out this last bit yet; having said that, now that we are discussing it, the only thing I can think of is that if the dark masquerade, as they call themselves, win, then the Torch shall fall from Longhelim’s hand because he will be dead and the song of forms won’t work because the world will be this strange reality in which the trillith normally inhabit. That’s a stretch though, I grant you.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim grunted and replied:</p><p> </p><p>“Well, it’s the best interpretation we have at the moment so let’s go with it. I still don’t recognize the woman who sent me the dream though. It would be nice to know.”</p><p> </p><p>I sighed:</p><p> </p><p>“Probably another trillith who we haven’t met yet. Anyway, we’d better get ready; the Aquaduct is coming up.”</p><p> </p><p>This monument, which characterized the district, rose magnificently above the rooftops; made of stone it was a series of pillars supporting a canal which brought water from the nearby mountain rivers; it was also one of the few stone structures in the city left intact as the Ragesians were just as dependent on its function as everyone else in Gate Pass. </p><p> </p><p>We descended to the main square, at the foot of the water towers, only the find that the elves were waiting for us. A luxurious, open marquis had been raised, under which sat an ornate wooden throne; sitting on it was a solitary elf with a simple coronet around his brow; there were various groups of elves roughly standing in a circle; they were gaily clad, the ladies in beautiful gowns and the men in tight, tailored garments; everywhere, there was colour; I was no tailor but even I could tell that the material would have cost a small fortune anywhere else. Some of the men wore robes and there was a substantial military presence in the form of a group of those special elven soldiers with the double handed swords. I had heard Shalosha say that they were called Dreadnaughts or some such name.</p><p> </p><p>There was also a variety of powerful, good outsiders, as I expected; several lantern archons flitted restlessly through the air, looking for enemy and two astral devas stood watchfully on either side of Shaaladel’s throne; here and there, I saw archers placed in various parts of the towers, aquaduct and nearby buildings, keeping a careful watch on the proceedings.</p><p> </p><p>In one of the groups, we saw the Princess Shalosha; I was pleased at that as it meant that she had not fallen out of favour with her father after failing to secure the Torch in the Haunted Forest of Ycengled. She also seemed like someone who could be a moderating influence on her father.</p><p> </p><p>All in all, it looked like a powerful and exotic court.</p><p> </p><p>As we landed, everyone stopped talking and looked at us; or specifically, they looked at the Torch, almost hungrily; oh yes, they knew exactly what it was; and compared to them, we were an unprepossessing bunch, scrappily dressed, straight from combat, covered in green goo from bearded devils, scorch marks, arrows holes and wyvern blood. Nevertheless, Shaaladel stiffened when he saw us and even stood up.</p><p> </p><p>We approached in turn and then inclined our heads. The elven king looked almost monolithic, with an expressionless countenance which had lost the look of youth prevalent on most elves; instead his face was angular, all planes and sharp features. It served to make him look less human and more alien. His hair was blond and tied in a neat queue at the back of his head. He was taller and seemingly more solid than most of the elves I could see and he had none of that strange ethereal nature which sometimes characterized their race. Unlike his courtiers, he wore a sober set of clothes, beautifully tailored but not as ostentatious; despite this, his charisma would guarantee that that he would always be the centre of attention in any gathering. He had that air of age and experience which said that he would know exactly what to do in any situation that fate threw at him.</p><p> </p><p>He was the first to speak:</p><p> </p><p>“Greetings, Heroes of Gate Pass. I have heard tales of your deeds for some time now. You have become a force to be reckoned with.”</p><p> </p><p>He had a surprisingly deep voice and as soon as he spoke, I knew that the games had begun; his first sentence conveyed so many meanings that I had only to think about a few; admiration yet irritation; he was telling us that he knew exactly what we had done yet we had no way of knowing just how much he knew; was he even aware of the trillith for example? Telling us that we were a force to be reckoned with was nonsense, considering the resources he had at his command even just in this square; two astral devas, a ghaele and a swarm of lantern archons? And that was before the elves themselves even came into play? Yet it was also a way of telling us that he knew we had gained a certain amount of power; no doubt he had received a full report on our actions in the battle of the Monastery of the Five Winds in the Haunted Forest of Ycengled from Shalosha and her bodyguard.</p><p> </p><p>As usual, Longhelim answered on our behalf:</p><p> </p><p>“Thank you and greetings in return. We have come to meet with you as requested. It is an honour to meet you, Your Majesty.”</p><p> </p><p>Thankfully, Longhelim was also skilled at this game; he acknowledged the salutation in like kind and made sure that he considered the meeting a request, not an order; he then acknowledged that Shalaadel was a King, which was crucial to kings; they believed that was very important that others acknowledged their titles.</p><p> </p><p>And the so the diplomatic dance began and was continued by Shaaladel:</p><p> </p><p>“We have many things to discuss but above all, I would like know how you plan to fight the Ragesians in Gate Pass and if we can come to an alliance.”</p><p> </p><p>I tugged at Longhelim’s armour and he knelt down so I could whisper in his ear:</p><p> </p><p>“This is it; this is the only way that the numbers make sense. If he has enough men, then suddenly our war against the Ragesians is winnable; without him, we stand no chance; but……he also has a Ragesian army rampaging in Northern Shahalesti; and there is a road that leads straight through our city to his capital; with the Torch unavailable either to them or him, that road has suddenly acquired huge strategic importance; if he loses it to the Ragesians, his realm becomes incredibly vulnerable and he is caught in a pincer movement.”</p><p> </p><p>I said all of this very quickly so Longhelim did not keep Shaaladel waiting for any great length of time and as the paladin rose, he said:</p><p> </p><p>“What resources do you have available, Your Majesty.”</p><p> </p><p>Shaaladel replied:</p><p> </p><p>“I have ten thousand men and assorted allies at most one day away; man for man, this force would beat any Ragesian army.”</p><p> </p><p>Longhelim said:</p><p> </p><p>“So, what would you have? I will not waste your time or ours by pretending that you are unaware of what is happening at this moment; you would not be here at this moment if that was the case.”</p><p> </p><p>Shaaladel nodded and gave a very slight smile, a mere stretching of the lips, as if he acknowledged a point:</p><p> </p><p>“The first and most important thing is that I should be the commander of all allied forces; I am the most experienced; I have been commanding armies for centuries and have led many campaigns.</p><p> </p><p>Once the Ragesians here are defeated, I want the assistance of the Resistance as well as your assistance with the Torch to defeat the Ragesian 4[SUP]th[/SUP] Army in Shahalesti. If we are able to transfer our forces there without the enemy being prepared…….well, Drakus conquered most of the known world by doing exactly that.</p><p> </p><p>After the enemy is defeated, I want to be established as the ruler of the former Ragesian Empire.</p><p> </p><p>Finally, I want the Torch.</p><p> </p><p>Those are my proposals. Please consider them; by all means have a discussion with your advisors.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Cafu, post: 6341405, member: 6692807"] Alarmed, I looked towards the west, trying to see what new enemies the Ragesians had decided to use against us. Drudge's dry voice next to me said: ''You're looking the wrong way, Faden'.'' Looking East, I joined the others in watching a tall humanoid figure striding towards us......in the sky. It was walking on air. Metamorphosis retreated into the background again, but Rantle was still there and asked: ''Who is that?" Even though it was quite a distance away, there was no mistaking that figure. I said: ''It's a ghaele; a good, extraplanar being of great power; it looks as if the Shahalesti have decided to announce themselves. Longhelim, I think that we will be needing your diplomatic skills soon.'' The paladin never took his eyes off the ghaele as he replied: ''Right, everyone remember the rules; she'll be here very soon.'' ''Rules?'' asked Rantle John replied this time: ''Yes, the rules are simple; we keep our mouths shut and let him do the talking unless we are asked a question directly. If we have something really important to say, then we can whisper in his ear; apparently, this is allowed in diplomatic circles; we act as his advisors. It does get a little odd when Faden has something to say because then Longhelim and he has to kneel down but diplomacy is a funny business all around; people say one thing but mean another; phrases are hidden within words and your freedom if not your life hinge on what you say when; we’ve had to learn the hard way; we ended up in a dungeon in Dassen due to bad diplomacy once and one of us had quite a bad time; not as bad as our professional diplomat companion who was supposed to prevent this; he was tortured to death; mind you, the person in whose court we were being diplomatic was quite mad; he even admitted it later. '' Rantle stared at John and said: “I’d like to hear that tale fully sometime.” Then he grinned: ''I like your rules though. Next time we have a situation like this with Diogenes and Erdin, I’ll suggest we instigate them. In the meantime, I’ll follow them as well.'' The paladin nodded as the ghaele reached us. She was a magnificent being with a superficial resemblance to an elf but with those extraordinary eyes like pearls and otherworldly armour with design and ornamentation that was obviously not of this plane. I had seen another of her kind in the Fire Forest of Innenotdar but that one had been in some sort of comatose sleep; this one was in her full glory. She wasted no time: ''Greetings! My name is Eritae and in the name of my mistress, Aurana Kirondaal, I invite you to the Aquaduct District; His Majesty, King Shaaladel wishes to meet with you and discuss terms and tactics. My mistress requests you be there at the zenith of the sun.'' I did a quick calculation in my head; if we were to make the appointed time and place, then we would have to leave now, and we would have to fly. Longhelim looked at Rantle with an unspoken enquiry. The latter replied: ''Go! We'll handle anything the Ragesians throw at us; I think that since the Shahalesti have arrived, holding this gate has suddenly become less important than gaining their support. However, I want to go as well; I will hand over the supervision of the Gate to my second in command and accompany you.'' The paladin nodded and then turning to our new acquaintance, said: ''Metamorphosis, you were offering flying magic previously? If you would be so kind.......'' As requested, the trillith cast that spell on us and we flew off to finally meet the legendary King Shaaladel. As we flew over the rooftops, the ghaele kept up with us easily. I flew to her side and asked: “My lady, may I ask please: Your mistress, Aurana Kirondaal? I am afraid I am wholly ignorant of the Shahalesti Court; may we know who she is?” Those eyes regarded my briefly and then she replied, as if she had made a decision: “My mistress is a trusted and valued advisor to King Shaaladel; she is also a powerful archmage.” I thanked her and then flew over to John: “Do you remember that name at all? I don’t remember hearing it in the past.” He shook his head and we flew on and I then flew to Longhelim, who was also next to Victor. Speaking quietly I said: “Longhelim, back to what I was saying; that strange dream you had; some of it is beginning to make sense now. Do you remember what you told us? About a single vigilant gatekeeper denying the dark masquerade? And being imprisoned in war? Well that sounds like that Trillith Vigilance. And the other bit, about one seeking us who is made to change?” Wordlessly I looked at Metamorphosis, flying slightly ahead of us. I continued: “Then, there’s the bit about someone seeking justice from a father who cast him out with nothing but his sword. That could refer to the Danavas; and then there is a line about the throng sharing their dreams and opening themselves to nightmares. Well, that must be a reference to the Festival of Dreams.” Both Victor and Longhelim were nodding as I was speaking; I finished with one last line: “The Torch shall fall from the hand of its wielder and the song of the deep shall be no ally. I haven’t worked out this last bit yet; having said that, now that we are discussing it, the only thing I can think of is that if the dark masquerade, as they call themselves, win, then the Torch shall fall from Longhelim’s hand because he will be dead and the song of forms won’t work because the world will be this strange reality in which the trillith normally inhabit. That’s a stretch though, I grant you.” Longhelim grunted and replied: “Well, it’s the best interpretation we have at the moment so let’s go with it. I still don’t recognize the woman who sent me the dream though. It would be nice to know.” I sighed: “Probably another trillith who we haven’t met yet. Anyway, we’d better get ready; the Aquaduct is coming up.” This monument, which characterized the district, rose magnificently above the rooftops; made of stone it was a series of pillars supporting a canal which brought water from the nearby mountain rivers; it was also one of the few stone structures in the city left intact as the Ragesians were just as dependent on its function as everyone else in Gate Pass. We descended to the main square, at the foot of the water towers, only the find that the elves were waiting for us. A luxurious, open marquis had been raised, under which sat an ornate wooden throne; sitting on it was a solitary elf with a simple coronet around his brow; there were various groups of elves roughly standing in a circle; they were gaily clad, the ladies in beautiful gowns and the men in tight, tailored garments; everywhere, there was colour; I was no tailor but even I could tell that the material would have cost a small fortune anywhere else. Some of the men wore robes and there was a substantial military presence in the form of a group of those special elven soldiers with the double handed swords. I had heard Shalosha say that they were called Dreadnaughts or some such name. There was also a variety of powerful, good outsiders, as I expected; several lantern archons flitted restlessly through the air, looking for enemy and two astral devas stood watchfully on either side of Shaaladel’s throne; here and there, I saw archers placed in various parts of the towers, aquaduct and nearby buildings, keeping a careful watch on the proceedings. In one of the groups, we saw the Princess Shalosha; I was pleased at that as it meant that she had not fallen out of favour with her father after failing to secure the Torch in the Haunted Forest of Ycengled. She also seemed like someone who could be a moderating influence on her father. All in all, it looked like a powerful and exotic court. As we landed, everyone stopped talking and looked at us; or specifically, they looked at the Torch, almost hungrily; oh yes, they knew exactly what it was; and compared to them, we were an unprepossessing bunch, scrappily dressed, straight from combat, covered in green goo from bearded devils, scorch marks, arrows holes and wyvern blood. Nevertheless, Shaaladel stiffened when he saw us and even stood up. We approached in turn and then inclined our heads. The elven king looked almost monolithic, with an expressionless countenance which had lost the look of youth prevalent on most elves; instead his face was angular, all planes and sharp features. It served to make him look less human and more alien. His hair was blond and tied in a neat queue at the back of his head. He was taller and seemingly more solid than most of the elves I could see and he had none of that strange ethereal nature which sometimes characterized their race. Unlike his courtiers, he wore a sober set of clothes, beautifully tailored but not as ostentatious; despite this, his charisma would guarantee that that he would always be the centre of attention in any gathering. He had that air of age and experience which said that he would know exactly what to do in any situation that fate threw at him. He was the first to speak: “Greetings, Heroes of Gate Pass. I have heard tales of your deeds for some time now. You have become a force to be reckoned with.” He had a surprisingly deep voice and as soon as he spoke, I knew that the games had begun; his first sentence conveyed so many meanings that I had only to think about a few; admiration yet irritation; he was telling us that he knew exactly what we had done yet we had no way of knowing just how much he knew; was he even aware of the trillith for example? Telling us that we were a force to be reckoned with was nonsense, considering the resources he had at his command even just in this square; two astral devas, a ghaele and a swarm of lantern archons? And that was before the elves themselves even came into play? Yet it was also a way of telling us that he knew we had gained a certain amount of power; no doubt he had received a full report on our actions in the battle of the Monastery of the Five Winds in the Haunted Forest of Ycengled from Shalosha and her bodyguard. As usual, Longhelim answered on our behalf: “Thank you and greetings in return. We have come to meet with you as requested. It is an honour to meet you, Your Majesty.” Thankfully, Longhelim was also skilled at this game; he acknowledged the salutation in like kind and made sure that he considered the meeting a request, not an order; he then acknowledged that Shalaadel was a King, which was crucial to kings; they believed that was very important that others acknowledged their titles. And the so the diplomatic dance began and was continued by Shaaladel: “We have many things to discuss but above all, I would like know how you plan to fight the Ragesians in Gate Pass and if we can come to an alliance.” I tugged at Longhelim’s armour and he knelt down so I could whisper in his ear: “This is it; this is the only way that the numbers make sense. If he has enough men, then suddenly our war against the Ragesians is winnable; without him, we stand no chance; but……he also has a Ragesian army rampaging in Northern Shahalesti; and there is a road that leads straight through our city to his capital; with the Torch unavailable either to them or him, that road has suddenly acquired huge strategic importance; if he loses it to the Ragesians, his realm becomes incredibly vulnerable and he is caught in a pincer movement.” I said all of this very quickly so Longhelim did not keep Shaaladel waiting for any great length of time and as the paladin rose, he said: “What resources do you have available, Your Majesty.” Shaaladel replied: “I have ten thousand men and assorted allies at most one day away; man for man, this force would beat any Ragesian army.” Longhelim said: “So, what would you have? I will not waste your time or ours by pretending that you are unaware of what is happening at this moment; you would not be here at this moment if that was the case.” Shaaladel nodded and gave a very slight smile, a mere stretching of the lips, as if he acknowledged a point: “The first and most important thing is that I should be the commander of all allied forces; I am the most experienced; I have been commanding armies for centuries and have led many campaigns. Once the Ragesians here are defeated, I want the assistance of the Resistance as well as your assistance with the Torch to defeat the Ragesian 4[SUP]th[/SUP] Army in Shahalesti. If we are able to transfer our forces there without the enemy being prepared…….well, Drakus conquered most of the known world by doing exactly that. After the enemy is defeated, I want to be established as the ruler of the former Ragesian Empire. Finally, I want the Torch. Those are my proposals. Please consider them; by all means have a discussion with your advisors.” [/QUOTE]
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