Shortly after Iuz's escape in the Great City, the Tempest returned home, and now, a short while later, further trouble brewed beneath the earth. The Tempest sat by a campfire, watching images of the conflict play across a pool of water. A druid sat nearby, maintaining the spell.
The Tempest had sat by the pool for quite a while, ever since Eclavdra's Shout echoed through his head, silently watching and thinking. He almost didn't notice Warfather Aldar approach him and pitch a rock into the pool, ending the spell. The Tempest looked up at the warrior with a slightly annoyed glare.
"You've been thinking for too long. You're just rolling things over and over again in your head; that's no good. Act, or you're no man worthy of leading."
The Tempest stood and faced the warrior. "You may be right, but one day I'll kill you for acting like that."
The elder warrior stood unflinching. "Well then, at least you'll act on that day."
The Tempest allowed a slight smile, then had a servant fetch paper. He wrote a short order, sealed it, and handed it to Aldar. "Go on, don't waste time." The Warfather mounted his horse and rode off to carry out his king's order.
The Tempest sat again and motioned at the pool. "Cast it again." The druid complied, and began to chant.
Serpenteye:
[sblock] I stop influencing the drow I retrieved from the cities below my territories towards evil. I quarantine them and prepare to teleport them to the Great City when things have calmed down. I'm giving them back to Eclavdra to do with as she wishes. I'd actually give them back now, but things are a little hectic. As soon as things quiet down, and when you rule on all that's happening now, I'll send them. [/sblock]