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The robed woman bows, a slight smile on her face. "Prior to this series of events, you had asked for emissaries from any parties that wished to treat with you; in particular, you spoke of my lord and master: I am glad that there is now time for such discourse. My master extends his greetings...

By allowing beings of Good into the cities his territory surrounds, the Wolf God has done everything he can. Given his alignment, and that of his society, any direct intervention would break the drow's sanities like so many matchsticks.

It is, really, the distillation of Chaotic Good. It's what happens when one's concern for doing Good is completely unhindered by concerns regarding fairness, propriety, or law.

The Wolf God extends formal permission for small groups of celestials or good clerics from TEC member nations to enter the cities within his borders, should they so desire, in order to tend to the drow within. In addition, the Wolf God proposes the Empire of Lynn as a meeting ground for the TEC...

The Wolf God strongly advises against any occupation of Iuz's lands; he urges that a place neutral to Iuz and the Scarlet Brotherhood be found in which to hold accords regarding the situation.

No comment. Regrettable, but unavoidable; the Wolf God could not countenance any uninvited interference in their affairs, on his part or anothers.

The Wolf God, and the humanoids outside the Great City, are arranging for long-term care. A few Elite units are being used to shuttle in supplies, and to locate long-term sources of food and water; where they cannot be found here, Teleportation Circles are used to bring in supplies from the...

Serpenteye said something about Gallador's vampiric forces finding the supply of negative energy very weak, back when they were converting the leftover drow, and thus having to supply the energy themselves; it's not unreasonable to think that this should be equally true of positive energy. If I...

The Wolf God responds with a runner, a poor frightened quaggoth carrying a hastily scrawled missive. "This is a matter which must be determined at a meeting of all member nations; as many are already in the Great City, we will hold the summit there." It is likely several days, at the very...

OOC: Just an idle question, since my leaders' attentions are elsewhere, but were there any drow cities within my borders, or close under my mountains? If so, they're currently quarantined; no one's going in, but neither do the border guards look kindly on anyone, allied or no, sending troops...

I'm not sure that's a fair characterization. Their former owner did, after all, post that they were already turning to my worship; I'm merely gathering my strayed flock.

My intent isn't to rush you, either IC or OOC. I'm simply maintaining character; the emissary is nothing if not patient and persistent, and her presence gives me an agent capable of observing the events more accurately than nearly any other on Oerth, without interfering in these events.

Wherever Al'Akbar goes, the Wolf God's ambassador follows him; not intervening, not speaking unless spoken to, merely observing and waiting. Her master has commanded that she speak with the god-king of the Baklunish, and so she will do.

The Wolf God, upon learning of this rebellion (and his spy network will inform him, or there will be far worse than Hell to pay), enters the city and . . . helps Eilistraee? No, not quite, but their goals coincide for the moment. As the goblinoids, quaggoth, and other humanoid servitors are...

The Wolf God sends no armies, no tremendous forces of his servants, to interfere in these events. Only one woman, plainly if richly dressed, with the long sleeves of her gown concealing her backwards hands, strictly to observe.

The Wolf God will, of course, move as swiftly as possible to consolidate this torrent of new worshippers, while preventing them from provoking a war with those that used to be drow. The methods such a task requires are certainly brutal, killing many of those who were once servants of the drow...

The Wolf God is, on the surface, amused by the panic felt in other nations. His people need know no fear; every god they have been allowed to worship, indeed so much as admit was a god, is still on the face of Oerth. Privately, of course, he wonders, and is concerned. The devils are admitted...

An emissary from the Wolf God arrives at Al'Akbar's palace: a beautiful woman in her 30's, unremarkable save that her hands appear set backwards on the wrists. She requests an audience with the demigod whenever it is convenient for him.

"Dry ones. Hot, fertile, but dry."

"Twenty feet tall. The ground thunders as it walks, and its teeth can cut a man in half. Outlanders pay good money for the teeth."