Eye of Profane Truth

[Pyrex]

"Can you suggest a target whose destruction, followed by our return here, would provoke them to attack?"

 

[Nephtys]

ooc: Rkhet, I'm really enjoying this . Great job.
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Descending to the ground Moreth changes back to his natural appearance. His headache having vanished he's in a cheerful mood and he smiles pleasantly (if somewhat exaggeratedly) to the people he meets.
Making his way to the centre of the city, admiring the architecture along the way, he searches for anything resembling a major temple or palace. Once there he enters, or requests to enter, and announces his wish for an immediate audience with the Triune.

 

[Nephtys]

ooc: Bump

 

[Rkhet]

/ooc: thanks for the compliment. I try my best.

"Can you suggest a target whose destruction, followed by our return here, would provoke them to attack?"

"I cannot; you will have to use your own judgment. The elves are a religious lot. They claim that their kings, the Triune, are living gods. They are bound to have a relic or two that they wouldn't want lost or defiled."

"The reason I'm having you do this is because I want to avoid a drawn-out war of attrition. The elves think that they are safe in their city, for the jungle is dangerous to us. If you can show them otherwise, then perhaps they will want to end things quickly."


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Moreth:

You make your way to the elven temple. It is not an overly impressive building compared to the church in Vinecastle, but it radiates a sense of tranquility.

The elven priestess glances up from the book she is reading. She seems rather surprised to see a human here. "...An audience? Do you have an appointment?"

 

[Nephtys]

Moreth:

You make your way to the elven temple. It is not an overly impressive building compared to the church in Vinecastle, but it radiates a sense of tranquility.

The elven priestess glances up from the book she is reading. She seems rather surprised to see a human here. "...An audience? Do you have an appointment?"

Moreth laughs, then falls suddenly silent, "No, but I come regarding a matter of utmost importance, bearing with me the possibility of a permanent ending to your people's enslavement by their human inferiors. The Triune will want to see me."

 

[Rkhet]

Moreth laughs, then falls suddenly silent, "No, but I come regarding a matter of utmost importance, bearing with me the possibility of a permanent ending to your people's enslavement by their human inferiors. The Triune will want to see me."

"Is that so..." the elf looks at you up and down, clearly unconvinced. "And who might you be?"

 

[Nephtys]

"Is that so..." the elf looks at you up and down, clearly unconvinced. "And who might you be?"

"That is not your concern." Moreth says impatiently, "My name would mean nothing to you, but my offer should mean everything. If you continue to obstruct my path I will leave your race to its fate, the survival of your people lies in your hands."

 

[silentspace]

Rhakzan continues watching, staying in the shadows (possibly Moreth's shadow).

 

[Rkhet]

Moreth:

An elven warrior in mithral full-plates approaches. Though he is walking normally, you do not hear the clanking of metal.

He stares at you for a moment, then turns to the priestess.

"What is this... human doing here?"

"He wishes to see the Triune, my lord. He says he holds the key to, quote, 'the survival of our people'."

"Hmph." The warrior turns to you. "I am Dorthonian, Lord Chamberlain of House Alcarin. If you have something to say, then say it to me."

Rhakzan:

/ooc: clarify what you're doing/where you're hiding. You can't hide in Moreth's shadow - you're taller than him, and he is right next to the elven priestess.)

 

[Pyrex]

"The reason I'm having you do this is because I want to avoid a drawn-out war of attrition. The elves think that they are safe in their city, for the jungle is dangerous to us. If you can show them otherwise, then perhaps they will want to end things quickly."

"Then perhaps we should simply burn it down around them."