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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5371673" data-attributes="member: 82679">Molak steps out of the tent. A flash of light from behind him prompts him to poke his head back inside, he sees the Simbul nowhere.He is then greeted by the boy who looks at him with compassion. "So um, how'd it go? I mean with the Queen. I mean the talk... Hm you know what i mean!" he mumbles a bit but walks the Warlock back to the neutral ground between the four camps.Up above, the storm rages with a dry smell of lightning and death. The blue fires engulfing the clouds shed a cold eerie light upon the world and this almost seems as a twisted copy of Toril, seen trough a broken looking glass.[sblock]Voda what will Molak be doing now? [/sblock]*** Shinthala Deepcrest narrows her eyes at the mention of Druidic overseeing but otherwise remains quite serene. The Elven Queen on her left pours a delicate porcelain cup of tea, quite surprisingly not minding doing it herself. She does the task slowly and gently, and apparently is waiting for the other to speak first."I am loathe to reveal the sitation here to one I do not fully charge with my trust... Grandfather. - Shinthala's voice is calm as are her sky blue eyes. - Who are..."Qeen Amlaruil turns back, handing a cup of tea to the newcomer and smiles gently. "It is my experience that coincidences are only another tool for fate. Our Gods and Goddesses are оur Lords but there may still be a higher being arranging our lives on an invisible web of causality. As such I believe that Grandfather is here with us for a reason, and I can tell he is sincere in his desire for aid."The female Druid regards the other woman for a moment then nods and sighs faintly. "What the arcanists are doing here is unnatural and dangerous beyond belief.""But also necessary if we are to keep the world the way it was and is supposed to be." adds the Qeen between sips of tea."Indeed. It has been decided by whomever is still sane and alive that the slaying of the Goddess of Magic has proven to be a disaster of such magnitude that the fate of Toril cannot be certain. As you probably know, she has been slain twelve days ago by Cyric and Shar. Since Shar governs the Shadow Weave, an abomination on it's own but ultimately a part of our world, her death could prove just as disastrous as that of Mystra."Shinthala pauses and runs her hand trough her golden hair, staring at Grandfather for a moment. She then continues with a calm voice: "As such the best course of action to prevent the current atrocious disaster upon Toril would be the slaying of Cyric, before he could do his black deed."Queen Amlaruil nods and clasps her hands on her belly as she lies back in the cushions. "Yes. Assassinate the assassin, there is a certain ironic poetry to it. Cyric has been quite the upstart since his rise to Godhood. I have witnessed the falls of empires and the risings of great men, and wars and golden ages as well. But in the few short moments this former human had as a Deity, he has managed to cause the death of several other Gods, and in general be quite... unfit for his Divine status."Shinthala Deepcrest nods and places her cup of tea on the small table. "So this unusual alliance of Faerun's most powerful mages is attempting to send a group back trough time, before the tragic events occurred, and slay Cyric to prevent Mystra's death. I have managed to convince them agianst attempting to target him prior to the Time of Trobules and his ascension, as that would most certainly produce worse results for our present. Ideally he has to be... removed, as late as possible in the time stream, least we be facing the unweaving of reality as we know it.""But - the Druid stops and eyes the Elven Queen with a stern eye. - time travel of this magnitude has never been attempted and especially with the Blue Fire in the sky and magic being so unstable I think the risks may be far too great anyway."</blockquote>

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