Intrigue In Candara

[Uriel]

Shifting uneasily, Finnegan peered at the Emperor from behind the face of Crolmyr. What to think of all of this, believe 'The Monster' and have his whole World turned upside down?Or perhaps there is some sort of ENchantment on him, protecting him from telling the Truth. To believe him...instead of running him through. But then, this 'other' Beast, this thing hatched from an Egg. Gustaf's mad ramblings seem more real now, more believible.
Finn looked on, then asked.
[COLOR=sky blue]'And what would you do now,Emperor, with the Mac Morn at your side, what plan have ye to depose this Fiend,eh? That is what I would know. Are there troops loyal to you, willing to defy this Beast?'[/COLOR] Finnegan becomes silent once more, moodily waiting for a reply.


Edited for Color:Indig does not exactly jump out at you...

 

[National Acrobat]

Ariel turns to the assembled individuals. "Is anyone expecting guests here?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

[OOC:Is Spook inside the room or guarding the door like normal?]

Tal looks at the assembled people and says I think the question still remaims Whay do we do about this 'beast'?

 

[National Acrobat]

"Well gentleman," begins Ariel. "I think that there are several options that we can explore in order to begin to achieve our goal. We need to discover what we can about the origins of this creature. Perhaps figuring out where the 'egg' originated would help. In other words, going to where it was found and start from there. We need to ascertain what weaknesses that it has in order to exploit them. We need to discover what other servants that it has, and if need be, neutralize them. We also need to find folks within the Empire who are loyal and brave, willing to help us. We have a large task at hand, gentlemen. Any suggestions on what course of action we should take first?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Might I suggest a chat with your superiors in the church. This sounds Deamonic and thus they might have more information for us. I will contact the local mages guild If there is one here and research the name Wil gave for it.elderit was it not? or some variation. maybe elderitch?

 

[National Acrobat]

OOC: Ariel will be going to speak to her superior in regards to the questions and answers that the former Emperor has given the party. She figures that her High Priestess would want the answers since she gave her the Zone of Truth Scroll. She will also want to ask her superiors a bit about extra-planar creatures, as that is not her specialty, she'll see what information she can get regarding that.

Ariel gets up to answer the door, seeing as how it is her Temple. She figures that it must be one of the other priestesses or something to that effect.

 

[Jemal]

While Ariel moves to open the door, Will speaks to 'crolmyr' "Aye, there are some that would help us, once they find out the truth. I had many good friends before I turned down the dark path with the beast, and it was to them I ran when I needed to escape. It will be difficult, but we will find help within the borders. I just hope not to many more have been taken under Its thrall."

When Ariel opens the door, standing outside is a messenger. "greetings, M'lady. The council has learned that his Majesty is in town. They have... 'asked' that he be brought before them."

 

[National Acrobat]

"Well, good messenger, I don't believe we have met. You are?"

 

[drs]

OOC: I'm assuming "The Council" is like a city board right? Common knowledge of who they are would be helpful, then again I might have missed somethin'.

 

[Uriel]

Crolmyr nods 'Aye, I, too have friends in the Empire willing to help such an endeavor, if I can convince them that it is worthwhile.'

The Highlander sighs, as if fighting some inner battle, then raises his head, looks at Auldurveg, searching for some Guiding Sign (and finding none).
Turning once again to the Emperor, he says 'Well, Emperor, I see that the time for Charades is at an end, though this is hardly how I have dreamed that we would meet...'
The form of Crolmyr shimmers, and the man gains a full half-foot of height, becoming a muscular youth of no more than 25 Summers.
'I am Finnegan Mac Morn.'