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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 3988326" data-attributes="member: 552">"Your brother? Have you not heard my words? You are no-longer kin to Kareel no more than I am to Priscilla. Your actions have earned you more than that much contempt."Undine tilts her head slightly to the side as she speaks her next words, to imply a slight tinge of disrespect towards Drevin."As for your request, Karael is in the desert, of course. Where else could he be?"Drevin holds his blade up a bit higher and steps forwards three times. With his left hand he brushes his cloak back a bit to reveal a green glass-like dagger holstered onto his belt. He does not draw the weapon, but simply allows it to be seen. "I have found the Illvithar, Undine. Don't toy with me. I can kill you with this. A clean kill. Not like the others.""Another threat? Is that all you have now?""I know your path, my dearest friend, the sister of my bride. You survive to protect these people and to continue living peacefully. I offer you the chance to continue that path. The offer is simple. In exchange for sharing with me the definitive location of my brother, I will stop the coming war. I will stop Priscilla. I will stop Conundrum. I will stop Huserl. I will stop Senikisu. I will even go so far as to find that heretic Seto and kill him and his lover. All of this, I will do for you, in exchange for nothing more than information."He turns around looking at the crowd. He takes in the full breath of the  room, looking at each of the witnesses in turn. While he does this he continues..."How can you deny me this? These poor and loathsome wretches depend on you for guidance and protection. How can you deny them such an opportunity? You are faced with a gambit. You must fail here, Undine. If you do not tell me the truth about Karael, they will all die hopelessly. If you tell me, you will no-longer be exhalted... but you will be alive! You are sentencing your own tribe to DEATH because you refuse to bend just this once!"His eyes seem to glow a bloodshot gold, his rage is visible in every word, and he seems to be the very epitome of madness. Despite this, every word seems to be absolutely and undeniably honest.Undine seems to suddenly relax, a sigh coming down from her lips. She looks directly into the eyes of the dragon, as it were, and whispers a few soft words across the room."Drevin, you know that I cannot do what you ask. If it were so simple, I would have traded my petty principles for the safety of others a long time ago. My path is set. My fate is stayed. If these survivors feel poorly of me for refusing your offer, then that is a burden that I take upon myself. Karael is working towards a better tomorrow, and I cannot allow you to interfere with that."Drevin draws his blade even higher, and takes two more steps towards Undine. He tries to take a third step, but his feet stifle on the ground. He stops himself suddenly, no more than 10 feet from the woman. He also exhales, tilting his head forward and briefly closing his eyes. He speaks softly now, though the words are clearly audible to all in the room."So it goes then... I should not have even bothered. My path is set, the same as yours. I am sorry, dearest friend, that things have come to this. When we next meet... no... I dare not say it. Your sister, she still loves you, even if you have denied her. She misses all of you. She still cries over killing our friends. Her sadness is heavy, as is my own. It is a horrible fate that this is how it must be..."He lowers his weapon towards the ground, and begins to walk towards the make-shift entrance to the room. Once he reaches it, he leaps out, clearing nearly 30 feet before his body transforms. As he exits, he is in the shape of the wyrm that first attacked the city.<img src="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mm2_gallery/88268_620_69.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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