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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3039441" data-attributes="member: 3448">The Eldar psionicist examined the three regular prisoners quickly.  “They have little in their minds, your grace.  They are deeply deranged and full of hatred.  They have been trained to focus that hate on you.”“Do they know of other demon-worshippers?”“As far as they know, we have taken most of them.  There was one additional cell besides the three in the sewers, but they do not know where it is or who is in it.  I do not think they have any additional information.”  The Eldar looked at Alistair.  “What do you intend to do with them?”“I don’t think there’s any choice but to execute them.”“If you wish, I could stop their hearts painlessly.”Alistair nodded, and the demon-worshippers slumped, instantly dead.After a few moments, Kit said, “Perhaps the psion will know more…”“Indeed.”  The Farsensor focused his attention on the psion.  The Eldar’s eyes widened in surprise that instantly gave way to anger.  “You dare to raise a shield?  Against me?” Kit could feel a wave of energy as the Eldar contemptuously ripped through the human psion’s defenses.  Dame Brionna watched, slightly alarmed but carefully learning a valuable lesson.  In their own way, the Eldar are as arrogant and convinced of their own superiority as their fallen cousins.  The Eldar’s lips curved into a cold smile.  “Oh, there is a lot more here.  It thinks.  It has met the one you call Drucilla; she finished its training.  His training started with the Society of the Powers of the Mind.”  Alistair recognized that as the name of one of the many human schools of psionics that offer training to the gifted for a high price.  “It has met with other conspirators as well.  And I see a young man's face; a familiar young man... is this not the young man I showed you before?  But without the second image.  In a city... not this city... buildings of white stone."“Buildings of white stone?” repeated Kit.  “That sounds like Brightspan City.  I’ll form a mental image of it.”The Eldar quickly read Kit’s image.  “Yes, that city.”“Did he meet the Duchess?  Or the Duke?”“He met only the boy, not any other members of the family, but there is a sense of great struggle, almost war around the boy.  This one spies for him, particularly on a female, an older female.  For this one it is all cold calculation.  He believes that what comes is inevitable, so he sees it as like breaking a warm loaf of bread and putting jam on it for himself.  What an odd image…  I'm going to try to draw out the details of his plan; if I fail, he will die."  The Eldar stopped speaking as he concentrated on the more difficult task.  After a moment, the elflord smiled.  “It was a planning meeting.  He was there, in his physical body.  The others-- the young man; a skaven, accompanied by a great beast, a rat-ogre; a human woman, young, a natural channel; Drucilla, and a group of five men and women-- three are southerners, from the Sunken Lands, the last two could be anybody; and then a military commander coming in and then leaving.  Let me see… yes, the commander was the commander of the Brightspan field army."  The Eldar's face twisted, as if he had just bit into a lemon.  "This one I will not kill.  It would dirty me.""What of Drucilla?” asked Alistair.  “Can you tell if she is indeed a Noldar?”“I agree that she's Noldar.  But I can't imagine why she would be involved.”  The Eldar shook his head.  “Unless she were damaged…  One in a hundred children born to the Noldar might be mind-blind, and another might be marginal.  We care for our unfortunate children as best as we can, but the Noldar expose their mind-blind, or cast out their marginal.  If she had just enough psionic power that they let her live, but were cast out, she might have become involved in this insanity.”  The Eldar shifted his attention back to the psion.  “There is no more useful information to be had from him.”“Thank you for your aid,” said Alistair.  “We will have him disposed of properly.”“Good.  It is a foul creature.  Unless you have further need of me, I will return to my ship.”Once the Farsensor had left, Kit shook her head.  “I think he was a little too reluctant to realize that an elf, even a Noldar, might make an alliance with the forces of Borsh’tro.  We already had plenty of reason to believe that Drucilla is a close ally of Quinliart.  There’s no reason to think that she is not a true Noldar.”“No, but the more fastidious Noldar may be upset about this.  I think it’s time to let the Controller of Region 9 know about Drucilla’s activities, through her aunt.  At worst she’ll be angry; at best, it will mean open conflict between the Regions.”Kit nodded.  “Any conflict we can produce among the Noldar has to help.”Even Dame Brionna grudgingly nodded.  “I wish we didn’t have to deal with any of the Noldar.  But we have to deal with Drucilla somehow, and we don’t have the power to fight her directly.  Just, please, be careful, your grace.”</blockquote>

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