For the Greater Good

Sebastian dresses as he usually does, with his armor uncalled, and with Foesmiter still with Aerofax, who was left at the inn's stable.

Sebastian would have been late to the meeting, having first seen the young lady to a temple where she could find healing. He leaves 5 gold to help cover for her healing expenses before he leaves for the temple. He will arrive half-way through dinner. His attention will first fix on anyone who looks as if they don't "belong" (big bat wings will definitely throw him off, if they are displayed). Trusting the church of Hieroneous, however, he will give any strangers here the benefit of the doubt. Besides, they don't seem to be radiating evil auras (though with powerful creatures that may mean nothing)

At the presentation, Sebastian keeps his eyes down, with his arms folded across his chest. "It appears as if the game is one of subterfuge. I detest subterfuge. Nevertheless, if it must be done, then our demon..." he pauses to look at Darren and Lyssia, "...friends... are probably our best bet with regards to getting in. I can probably be passed off as a bodyguard."
 

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"I am Frey'ri.. NOT demon." calmly as she raises her power and lets the serenity within her rise and cast out a cleansing aura around her. "My former Kin would say I have fallen to the side of light. I was redeemed and reborn. I am no demon anymore, though I do still annoy his grace Lord Orshallan from time to time. It was my skill as a scout and archer that I spoke of." Smiles sweetly. "As many a misguided guardsman and the occasional bandit leader will tell you, with my bow, my arrows aren't always having to strike a killing blow. If the dear lady we seek is not yet truly undead, I might be able to shoot her from cover and make away with her before her protectors could discover my presence." Her form shimmers and an elf maid with the same facial structure as her stands in her place and she takes a deep breath, nods to Orshallan "My apologies your grace, I seem to still have a bit of a temper.I will have to work on that. Simply put, I am might look to have the taint of demon blood, but it's been cleansed now. Please do not judge by appearences, it is always an unwise practice." Sits and pointedly sips her wine and seems to be very unhappy at this point.
 

"So," says Sebastian, "you are not what you appear. But in this game of subterfuge, appearances are everything. The fact is, you and Darren are the most obvious candidates for an infiltration."

Sebastian turns to Orshallan. "But, your Holiness, you have not told us.. or just me, perhaps... what exactly is in it for us? I am no mercenary, but I do have other causes that I care about far more than rogue necromancers. I need to know this is worth dropping a lead on another of my fallen Brothers."
 

*Orshallan raises an eyebrow at Sebastian's request and Galdaron scowls.*

"Justice will be served for your fallen brothers, Sebastian. If you will consent to undertake this mission with the others, we will set our own agents on their tails. We have found the trails of one or two in the past, and these clues may be more useful to you than us. If all goes well, we will have a hot trail for you when you return.

"As for the rest of you, no one can live on air. The weight of the church is behind you; whatever support you need to do this, it is yours. When you succeed, your reward is for the asking. There are some holdings that could provide a good place to rest, perhaps. Being landed and ennobled could help some of you in your duties. Some of you may wish for help in your own quests... we will do whatever is in our power if you agree to undertake this task," Orshallan says, his gaze direct.
 

"Find and negating the threat posed by a rogue necromancer is very much my church's business. I think the Spell Lord will have no objections in sparing me from my duties to undertake this task." Nessa says seriously.

"If subterfuge and disguise are the order of the day, I have magic available to conceal my own form, abeit in a somewhat less enduring manner than I suspect the Lady Darkwing has at her disposal. For others of our number, this may prove to be more problematic, as will be concealing our true natures from someone with Baroness Wendare's mastery of the arcane arts. Is there any way in which this could be achieved?"
 

Sebastian weighs Orshallans statements. Damn that man, he thinks, he has information, but only in return for finishing his quest. Still, Sebastian cannot deny that the call of the Justice of Hoar. The townpeople the witch has enslaved must be avenged. We'll play this your way, Orshallan.. for now. But if I can find a way to dispense the vengeance of Hoar upon that most vile of witches without empowering Orcus, I swear on my life to do so...

Sebastian thinks on what Nessa says. "Good point, Nessa," says Sebastian, "but I think in this case, the best shadow is the open light. Let us all ride in. But the rest of you as prisoners. We can say you are adventurers, sent to ruin the necromanceress' plans. We can use your lives as a token of friendship with the dread witch. Of course, it will be her..." Sebastian stops himself after the slip. "You know what I mean."
 

Sylinda female druidess-ish :)

Interesting group Orshallan has brought together here Sylinda thinks to herself. Though he must have chosen each of us for a reason, it still remains to be seen...hopefully we can come together to stop this. Looking to the group and Orshallan: "Though your true form does unnerve me a bit Lyssia, if Orshallan has chosen you as part of this group, then that is enough evidence for me of your goodness and redemption, whatever your true guise may be. Though we all are of different faiths, and bents, we must come together for this. I for one have a special hatred for that which disrupts the balance of life and death, namely undeath and I will do all in my power to put a stop to this witch," glancing slightly at Sebastian: "aid or no, reward or no." I can't believe that this man must be bribed into trying to stop something as abominable as Orcus' possible translation to the Prime Sylinda again says to herself.

"As for what I can do, through Elhonna's grace I command the powers of nature, both its wrath and its tranquility. I also have excellent woodland abilities, tracking, escape, and even the ability to take the form of animals. If needs be then I can act as a scout, as I can speak with any animal or plant when I wish and thereby garner information at need. I also have an unassuming companion who can aid us greatly in this whom you all shall meet once we are underway.
 

"My thanks, Sylinda, for keeping in mind that none of us are responsible for our ancestory. I confess that once I would have most likely worked for our target, but a year of facing your sins and the darkness of one's soul has a way of making you change." sighs. "And another changer of shapes and flier would make for a safer scouting group, since that means we both can fly forward and back." smiles.
 

The peaceful, simple man sitting awkwardly in his high-backed chair opens his mouth to speak. The words seem to catch and his mouth shuts once more. His expression grows pensive as he weighs his words once more before speaking at last,

"I am honored to have such cherished souls at my side," he says, smiling genuinly at each of them, Orshallan and Galdaron included, "and hope that my faith may be a different sort of bastian to each of you in the days to come. My abilities at subterfuge are limited ... Although! It has been said that I am difficult man to find and even more challenging to notice in a crowd.

"You each have many talents and between these talents there lies a synergy that we must discover if we are to save Baroness Wendare from her fate. Heironeous tests his faithful from time to time, more for our own benefit than his own. Perhaps, before we embark on this quest, a test of our abilities is also in order?"
 

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