Edena_of_Neith
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(Post 15) The Second IR
Reprisal
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posted December 03, 2001 11:37 PM
"War is too important for the Generals, my dear Githyanki Ambassador. It is too important for
politicians. War is something that needs to be dealt with on all levels. Of course, the physical defense
of our Commonwealth is to be headed up by Military Commmanders: the Field Marshall, the Sea
Marshall and the Air Marshall, but defense is far more than armies and weapons. The Technocratic
Commonwealth fights just wars.
"Trusting too much power in one individual is tempting Fate. A man can break, he can falter, he can
lose his sense of ethics and morality. Where the individual fails, the collective minds of our elected
leaders will succeed. Too many eggs...
"We, as a civilization, have transcended the need of single, concentrated rule. We are able to
communicate across thousands of miles in an instant, we have the science and technology to utilize
the data we've collected, and we can analyze that data and make the best choices. No one man, or
woman, short of the Gods, can handle that much information, that much power without it corrupting
him.
"Feudal monarchies were never very egalitarian, nor were they conducive to a progressive society.
Those with power always had the incentive to keep things as they are, and as anyone, even Iuz, knows
that stagnation leads to extinction. Monarchies may have been needed in the times of sword and bow,
but now, the world has become much more complex. Our weapons are just as much the information we
collect as the rifles in our hands, the ships in the sea, and the planes and missiles in the air.
"No. We have no need for a monarchy. As much as we respect the existence of such things outside of
the Commonwealth, we respectively decline the utilization of such an ... antiquated institution of rule.
Power lies in the people, not in an individual, be they martially or divinely annointed."
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"Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity." - Albert Camus
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Forrester
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posted December 03, 2001 11:39 PM
Ah, old scro allies. Welcome, welcome.
Let us put our petty squabbles behind us. A fleet of elven ships have gathered in Realmspace. They
seem to have a problem with what happened lo those forty years ago, and have gathered up allies
from a dozen Spheres in order to attack us!
Their dead Queen insists that she can stay their hand, so we are in . . . negotiations. So to speak.
I realize that with your help, we could wipe them from existence -- but it might mean the destruction of
the land that we took so long to finally conquer. I would avoid bloodshed, if possible.
What say you?
Forrester
Peacemaker
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 03, 2001 11:45 PM
(Please pardon me. I have written somewhere around 5 major speeches, and around 20 lesser
speeches, in the last 4 hours. All on the spur of the moment. I am tired.
Give me a break, and I shall return later. Please continue to post your comments. Trust me when I
say I will read them all, and respond appropriately ...)
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Forrester
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posted December 03, 2001 11:50 PM
Another thing -- Queen. Do you really think that you could make the fleets attack only *part* of Toril
with their great weapons? If they hold back that much, we will blow them out of the sky.
There are only three possibilities. They will destroy Toril, and leave with their lives; destroy Toril, but
perish; or fail to destroy Toril, and perish. At the level of our technology, I am afraid they cannot pick
and choose what will be destroyed and what will not be. The forces involved are simply too great.
Forrester
Peacemaker
[Signing out for another evening!]
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TheBalor
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posted December 04, 2001 12:02 AM
Edena, when you get a chance, could you possibly tell us how much longer until the Elven Vengance
fleet arrives? (I'm assuming the conference has been going on for about 4 days, now.)
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Persecution. Betrayal. Hatred. These things don't change. -The Maestro
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zouron
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posted December 04, 2001 01:21 AM
hmmm... coomonwealth...
well I will defiantely listen to both proposals for commonwealth and might even join one, or the other
or both.
*zouron turns to the kender*
Though Forrester would defiantely want to get rid of you and so far, your kind have always been
welcom in my lands, and if you need a place to be... well the lack of a better word, kendaric, then I am
sure we can work such a place out.
* My personal point of elves do not change, nor with your words. Elves are welcome in my nation, they are
welcome to join the society, they are welcome to live in the woodland cities as well, but I cannot grand them
a land of their own, for I see no reason for them to be any different in needs then most. The kenders are
another matter though, their handling traditions makes them an obvious target for those that do not have
these believes. And as for your fleet, feel free to bring them in, we survived before, we will again, and I think
we can all agree here, that noone will bow to treats, those days are already over.
*looks to Iuz*
you are no better then the rest of us, you might be a demi power, but no more then that, if you were
so great then you would not need ´Mr. Forrester's help.
*turns to the Feys*
magic here will not fail and fade away for the very reason that several nations is dedicated to magic
only, even in my lands and I am sure in others we work to make magic and technology work perfectly
together, for the betterment of us and the natural world. As far as Fey go, feeel free to visit, as I said
we are students of knowledge, and all are welcome to share it, so if you want to evalute feel free.
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Alone is something we all are
only far away voices breaks the silence
whom wish to escape
this labyrinth of loneliness
we fumble our way, but finds nothing
because here are no walls
only the fear's angst
keeps us apart
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 04, 2001 02:12 AM
The kender takes the trinket, looks at it in delight, gives Iuz a big thank you, and pockets it.
- - -
To answer your question, Balor: nobody knows how long it will be before the elven Fleet of Vengeance
attacks.
- - -
The Scro ambassador growls a welcome to Forrester, then growls very unwelcomingly to the shade of
Queen Amlaruil, and snarls:
We have massive fleets of our OWN sitting in the Crystal Spheres connected to Realmspace, ready to
come here both via the Phlogiston and via Gates.
If your elven friends show their ugly faces, we are quite capable of annihilating them.
Annihilating them long before they even REACH Toril, much less have a chance to attack it.
- - -
(EVERYONE NOTE: THIS IS IMPORTANT)
The shade of Queen Amlaruil looks at both the Humanoid ambassador (Forrester), and the Scro/Gith
ambassador, and says with an air of finality:
All that I really ask is that the elves be a part of the new society, and the new nation or nations, of
Toril and Realmspace.
Living in peace with the other races, working together with the other races, savoring life with the other
races.
I consider this to be a reasonable request, and I will not change it.
Most of the elves in the Imperial Fleet do not desire to live on Toril: a minority of them wish to do so,
along with the native elves who are exiles.
I offer to restrain the elves because of past wrongs committed, and in constraining my own people I
seek to redress the past.
However, there are limits to penance, and this is my limit.
I look into your hearts, and I see in your refusal, to accept the reasonable requests I have placed
before you, the hatred and anger unquenched and unappeased that so clearly shines to all with eyes
that can truly see.
If you must choose hate and anger, and turn your backs upon me and upon what I have proposed,
then ...
I will turn my back upon you
I will not succor you.
I will ask you one more time for your answer.
I will accept your next answer, as your final answer.
And the Fate that is then decreed, for good or for evil, is upon your heads.
The Chosen look at each other, and their faces are grave, as they communicate telepathically.
Then the lady Chosen of Waterdeep, their spokeswoman, speaks:
We greatly resent this speech, which we perceive to be coercion and blackmail.
The elves, as Forrester has accused, committed atrocities when they were losing the war, effectively
escalating said war beyond our darkest nightmares.
Now, the Queen states that it must be her way, or else she allows the fleet to descend and cause
Armaggedon.
Forrester's accusations that it must be the elven way, or else, ring true in our ears.
We, the Chosen, feel that this ultimatum to the Humanoid emissary is counterproductive, vindictive,
and completely out of line, and we are siding with Forrester.
The shade of Queen Amlaruil regards the Chosen, and there is fire in her eyes, and steel in her voice,
as she says:
I and the people I loved were massacred, to the least and last, without provocation or just reason.
Although we committed crimes, the punishment inflicted upon us is out of all proportion.
I am not asking for vengeance or restitution of any sort: I am merely asking that my people be a part
of the new world, and not a second rate people in disgrace and without rights.
I have offered to PROTECT Toril, by stopping the elven fleets, even though none of my people remain
there.
I have offered to PROTECT the Humanoids, who slaughtered us, from being destroyed themselves.
I awakened from my sleep, and voluntarily came to this Court, and I voluntarily made this offer, to
make amends for the past.
I do not consider it reasonable that I should attempt to save the Humanoids, if the Humanoids harbor
naught but hatred eternal in their hearts for us, and consider us eternal foes.
The Chosen spokeswoman speaks, equally as steely:
This is not about what is right or wrong.
It is about what is expedient.
And it is not expedient for you to allow our destruction, if you may prevent it.
The shade of Queen Amlaruil regards the Chosen:
So I am to be forced to save the race of humanoids, even though they gleefully and utterly
exterminated my race, and even though they are still glad they did so, and even though they still wish
to oppress and injure my people, could they return to Toril?
The spokeswoman of the Chosen says, grimly:
Yes
The drow ambassador just starts laughing, laughing her head off, tears of mirth rolling down her face.
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ]
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 04, 2001 05:42 AM
In the strained, dangerous atmosphere that exists after the drow stops laughing (see the post above),
the kender chimes in.
His comment is unwanted, unwelcome, and may be disastrous, but he gets it out before anyone can
stop him:
So, you are saying that if the Queen - well, the shade of the Queen, the undead Queen - doesn't act,
the world will die, and if she does, it will be saved?
Hey, that reminds me of a story I heard of at home, on Krynn.
You see, there was this knight, and he had the ability to save the whole world from the Cataclysm, you
see ... just like the lady here, he could say yes or no ... and he said no.
And you know what?
He became a Death Knight!
(the kender turns to look at the shade of the Queen)
You know, you'd make a pretty death knight ... after all, you're a beautiful girl, and obviously then
you'd make a beautiful death knight ... uh ... you are already undead and all, so naturally ...
The kender emissary breaks off as he, and everyone else, sees the shade of Queen Amlaruil grow
dark and terrible to behold, radiating furious cold and violent anger.
The kender, realizing his mistake too late, says the one thing most feared out of the mouth of any
kender:
Oops.
Before anyone can respond, suddenly the halfling ambassador leaps to his feet, and his angry voice
cuts through the deathly, deadly silence:
I have had enough.
Here is the real truth.
The elves started the war.
The humanoids escalated the war.
They dragged all the rest of us in.
They are responsible for practically all of the destruction caused by the war.
The elves and the humanoids are the warmongers, the hatemongers, the wastrels who wrecked our
world and our dreams.
I've tried to be patient, and I've tried to be tolerant, and I've tried to be reasonable, but the time for
gentle words is over, and I'm going to tell it as it should have been told in the first place!
I say we ALL gang up on the elves and the humanoids, and we KILL them, ALL of them.
Every last stinking one of them.
Sure, we'll take losses. Sure, we'll lose people, in the battle.
But we'll rebuild, and it'll be a world without these lunatics and their crazy hate and paranoia and their
stupid wars.
We won't have any more problems after THEY are gone. We'll still have disagreements; we'll work em
out, and we'll find answers, and build a better Toril.
As for the deep illithid, we have the phaerimm take care of them ... the neoillithid seem to know
something we don't about the phaerimm, and they're apparently ultimately powerful, so why not send
them against the stinking illithid, and wipe the foul race from the bowels of our planet.
Erase the infestation, eradicate them like bugs.
If I sound mean and hard, that's because I AM mean and hard, and mean and hard is the only thing
that is gonna work here.
I SAY WE ALL COMBINE OUR STRENGTH, AND OBLITERATE THE STINKING ELVES AND THE STINKING
HUMANOIDS!
WHO'S WITH ME?!
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johnbrown
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posted December 04, 2001 07:50 AM
Iuz cackles quietly
He looks at the kender delegate and telepathically communicates to it. He attempts to shield the
communication so that none but the most powerful minds can hear his words (The Chosen, The
NeoIllithid perhaps, I leave that determination up to you Edena).
"You see little one, I told you so. It is only a matter of time. Be it today or two centuries from today,
they will destroy each other, and take you and your kind with them."
Iuz then focus his attentions of the halfling delegate and raps his staff with approval against the
ground.
"From the mouths of babes? That?s it my boy, don?t go quietly into oblivion. Be worthy of your
birthright; be worthy of survival."
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: johnbrown ]
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After all, it is all about having fun .....
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maddman75
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posted December 04, 2001 08:08 AM
The devil lords leave with the dark eight. I admit to doing no wrong, as Forrester was warned when
talking to the forces of Iuz that any demons he allied with would violate our contract. He wisely
obeyed. It was my understanding that Iuz was a godling that allied with demons, not a true demon
himself. Still, its a fine distiction, much like the line between filth and muck.
I will return to Baator to sort this matter out. Too bad, as another contract gaining the nuclear weapons
would have made a fine addition to the Blood War.
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With a name like Maddman, he's got to be honorable!
"When a fool hears of the Tao, he will laugh out loud" - Lao Tzu
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Rhialto the
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posted December 04, 2001 08:15 AM
Baalzephon glances at the Chosen calmly and begins to speak.
'We have no official business with this court, nor do we need any, as our own judgments are sufficient
to ourselves, and those under us. We came here simply because Lord Maddman is here, and he must
hear our edict against him. We neither ask, nor expect any ruling of yours on this decision.'
'We also wish to point out that:
A. He no longer represents us, nor do his views in anyway indicate our own.
B. Any deals, contracts or agreements he makes have no backing by the Dark Eight, nor will they
reveal such backing at a later time.
C. Any alliances he enters into are completely independent of us, and will recieve no assistance from
us, or any forces under us.
D. At this moment, our official interest in the world of Toril is exactly nil.'
With that, Baalzephon rolls up his scroll. There is a blaze of black fire, after which the Devil Lord and his
bodyguards have vanished.
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Topic: (IR) All involved in the Gnomish IR: You are summoned by the Chosen to face charges
Bagguns
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Member # 523
posted December 04, 2001 08:17 AM
A booming reptilian voice echos throughout the chamber. "We are not...little halfling!"
All of the servant's, who until this time had been meekly serving refreshment, begin to change. Forms
begin to melt and flow, like candle wax resolving into gruesome shapes, none quite like the other. a
Grey skinned monstrosity with green reptilian eyes, large claws, standing over 9 feet high (for now)
steps out from among his "brethren".
NOTES: The Slaadi, having seen the development of the humanoid races (sometimes from the inside
posing as them), have come to a realization of the True Balance of things (they are TN). They are no
longer creatures of pure chaos, they are free. With this freedom came unprecedented control over the
plane of Limbo. While some areas still show show signs of earlier Limbo-esque type geometries,
others are bastions of order, all according to the whim of those that live there. This time was called
"The Testing" by the Slaadi, some feel Toril needs a similar testing.
"Listen to the words of Slaazor, Death Slaad of Limbo."
"We are the Slaadi, and while we have watched with great interest your proceedings of the past,
enough is enough, there must be balance."
"Chaos has reigned for 40 years past and we have grown all the more powerful for it, long have we
watched your world and taken our lessons well, tempered our innate...virtues, much as the humanoids
have."
"We have learned of balance and find it meet, we struggle for it every day. A semblance of order in
the random chaos in Limbo. As a free people we want equals, not thralls. Brothers, not slaves. Yet you
seek to destroy all that is and all that will ever be."
"40 years past we came looking for fiery angels of determination, but instead found groveling worms
afraid of the one true constant change, such change was forced to be sure, but it cannot be stopped."
"Your 'doomsday' weapons work not in the presence of pure chaos. Your armies and peoples will
struggle with the unfettered energy of chaos, and through chaos will find order, as we have."
"We are the harbingers of the future, best see to your people...let chaos reign on this world as it once
did in Limbo, let your hearts find their true balance."
The gates of chaos open, I leave the effects up to Edena, but specific things the Slaadi are shooting
for are:
- Large chaos fields around weapons of mass destruction, totally disrupting their systems, and making
them act in ways they were not meant to. (water fountains instead of nuclear explosions, that kind of
thing).
- Revitalization of the Weave, turning all magic into Wild Magic...that'll show those mages to stop
mucking things up for the rest of the world.
- a seeping of Chaos into everything, making the world mutable and changing, it will become fixed
only by supreme acts of will
- For the past twenty years the Slaadi have been training 1000 humans, demihumans, and humanoids
to be those who will teach the common folk to learn the ways of fixing the new chaos into set
forms...this will not be taught to anyone with a "Hero Class" or title of any kind, let them figure it out
for themselves.
I figure this will either save the world or doom it, I'm hoping for saving, Fortune favors the bold and all
that.
Edit: Lots of edits for spelling and grammmar and prob more to come
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: Bagguns ]
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Evolve or Die.
Entropy Sucks.
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Bagguns
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posted December 04, 2001 08:24 AM
At this Slaazor and the rest of the Death Slaadi in the room sit back, their deed done. If any move to
slay them they offer no resisitance, they have given the common people of Toril the ability to find
their own destiny without the pontification of their leaders.
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Evolve or Die.
Entropy Sucks.
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Joren
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posted December 04, 2001 08:39 AM
At the instant that the energy of Chaos blasts into the room, a huge face appears on the ceiling of the
room, looking down upon the assembly. To each participant, the face appears to be that of one of
their race.
The face has a neutral look, neither smiling nor frowning. It watches as the Chosen and the other
participants deal with the invading energies of Chaos.
You sense... curiosity.
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Mystra telepathically speaks one word to the Chosen.
"Ao."
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DocMoriartty
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posted December 04, 2001 09:25 AM
As the arguments rage back and forth a few of the more quiet people in the council start murmuring.
4 small hands can be seen to appear out of small holes that appear out of nowhere. Those 4 hands
reach forward and seem to grab and a spot and all pull outward. There is a slight tearing sound and
then a doorway can be seen to open.
Through this door walks a small figure little more than 5 feet tall and wrapped in gray and silver robes.
After the figure steps through 4 sharn float through the doorway after the figure and then casually
reach behind them and close the gap behind them all. The small figure then pulls back his hood to
reveal a handsome though slightly otherworldly face. After a few moments of scanning the crowd the
figure walks over to an open area and with a few small gestures a table covered with books and
paperwork appears along with a chair.
"My apologies for appearing without request and without forewarning of my appearance. My clients
(nods toward the Sharn) felt that the Phaerimm and Aboleth would not be willing to show themselves if
they knew we were coming."
"My name is Moriartty Belros. I am as you can all tell a Tiefling. I am also a lawyer and a resident of
the City of Doors Sigil. I come here to represent my clients who are the united factions of the city, the
sharn, as well as the Dabus of Sigil and indirectly through them the Lady of Pain herself."
"I tell you all this so that you can decide which of those facts bother you the least or the most. You can
also use them to determine how much of this information you want to accept as truth and how much
you consider mere legal trickery."
"First off I would like to state that the Chosen are correct. You all stand at the edge of complete
destruction. The presence of Iuz acts as a further goad and seeing him here makes me personally
doubt that some members of this group will be able to restrain themselves."
"Now to the matter at hand. I am here for several reasons. The first of which is to issue a statement
from some of my clients, as it would regard any future conflicts on or near Toril or her Crystal Sphere. "
"My clients who are the denizens of Sigil the City of Doors would like to at this announce that until a
strong peace all doors into Sigil as well as all gates passing through Sigil are as of now closed."
Anyone with psionic or magical powers can almost hear as well as sense the slamming of millions upon
millions of doors quietly in the distance.
"This is being done quite simply via the introduction of a modron march into the city itself. This
sudden violation of the city has of course forced the Lady of Pain to close all doors until the march
leaves or we force them out. This will not happen until we feel it is safe for them to be open again."
For a few moments Moriartty glances through the room at the looks on bewilderment and anger that is
obviously growing.
"Furthermore the Sharn have made arrangements to work through the powers of Sigil to close all
remaining doors and gates that leave Toril but do not pass through Sigil. This WILL be done if any
side attempts a mass exodus or any side launches its world-destroying weapon. All closed doors will
function as only 1-way doors. We in Sigil see no reason why we should not let anyone insane enough
to want to come to Toril to join in the complete destruction to do so. We will not allow anyone though
to come back out. This of course would not stop anyone from escape via spelljamming but that
avenue too shall be closed soon. The Netherese can tell you that long ago they created a spell that
could close any Crystal Sphere permanently. Well right now several dozen Guvner archmages stand
ready to cast that spell and close Toril off via spelljamming as well if the final war should begin here."
"Finally the Sharn would like to make a statement through me apologizing for their allowing the magic
seals on The Phaerimm to lapse in such a way that they could escape. This was unfortunate but at this
time there is little that can be done to correct this."
"On a personal note I would like to say the following. Technology can be a great and wonderful thing
much as magic is. That does not though excuse the actions that took place on Toril. Yes the Chosen
made the mistake of continuing their meddling ways along with the Harpers and attempted to covertly
stop the gnomes. This was not the best choice of action but it was the normal choice of action. The
Chosen and the Harpers have been interfering covertly in the great matters of Toril for centuries."
Moriartty now turns and stares at the gnomish rep and a small reddish glow starts to appear in his
eyes. The anger in him becomes obvious for a moment as his Tiefling heritage becomes obvious.
After a moment he regains control of himself and everyone is left with the passing hint of brimstone
wafting through the room.
"You gnomes though sowed the first seed here. When the Chosen and Harpers meddled you did the
unspeakable. You blasted the town of Shadowdale into ruin. Was Shadowdale the home or the
Harpers? No it was not. Was Shadowdale the secret gathering place of all of the Chosen? No only two
Chosen were there on a regular basis. So what was Shadowdale? Shadowdale was a bustling
community of several thousand innocent men, women, and children that you MURDERED in an instant
to make a statement. I suggest that you gnomes should walk over and trade hugs with the demon
representative and Iuz. All of you shall become very close to them when your time comes to and end.
You murdered thousands of people unrelated to your grievance including my own son. For that fact I
take great pleasure in letting you all know that if you make one wrong move that you will all burn to
the very end and the rest of us will no longer have to watch this wretched debacle continue."
Moriartty finishes speaking then walks over and sits down at the high-backed onyx chair he
summoned. The Sharn float over and position themselves at the four corners around him and watch
the other representatives. Occasionally a hand and arm of a sharn will silently pass through a small
gate and come out somewhere else in the room. Silently letting everyone know that they are
everywhere.
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Reprisal
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posted December 03, 2001 11:37 PM
"War is too important for the Generals, my dear Githyanki Ambassador. It is too important for
politicians. War is something that needs to be dealt with on all levels. Of course, the physical defense
of our Commonwealth is to be headed up by Military Commmanders: the Field Marshall, the Sea
Marshall and the Air Marshall, but defense is far more than armies and weapons. The Technocratic
Commonwealth fights just wars.
"Trusting too much power in one individual is tempting Fate. A man can break, he can falter, he can
lose his sense of ethics and morality. Where the individual fails, the collective minds of our elected
leaders will succeed. Too many eggs...
"We, as a civilization, have transcended the need of single, concentrated rule. We are able to
communicate across thousands of miles in an instant, we have the science and technology to utilize
the data we've collected, and we can analyze that data and make the best choices. No one man, or
woman, short of the Gods, can handle that much information, that much power without it corrupting
him.
"Feudal monarchies were never very egalitarian, nor were they conducive to a progressive society.
Those with power always had the incentive to keep things as they are, and as anyone, even Iuz, knows
that stagnation leads to extinction. Monarchies may have been needed in the times of sword and bow,
but now, the world has become much more complex. Our weapons are just as much the information we
collect as the rifles in our hands, the ships in the sea, and the planes and missiles in the air.
"No. We have no need for a monarchy. As much as we respect the existence of such things outside of
the Commonwealth, we respectively decline the utilization of such an ... antiquated institution of rule.
Power lies in the people, not in an individual, be they martially or divinely annointed."
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"Intelligence in chains loses in lucidity what it gains in intensity." - Albert Camus
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Forrester
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posted December 03, 2001 11:39 PM
Ah, old scro allies. Welcome, welcome.
Let us put our petty squabbles behind us. A fleet of elven ships have gathered in Realmspace. They
seem to have a problem with what happened lo those forty years ago, and have gathered up allies
from a dozen Spheres in order to attack us!
Their dead Queen insists that she can stay their hand, so we are in . . . negotiations. So to speak.
I realize that with your help, we could wipe them from existence -- but it might mean the destruction of
the land that we took so long to finally conquer. I would avoid bloodshed, if possible.
What say you?
Forrester
Peacemaker
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 03, 2001 11:45 PM
(Please pardon me. I have written somewhere around 5 major speeches, and around 20 lesser
speeches, in the last 4 hours. All on the spur of the moment. I am tired.
Give me a break, and I shall return later. Please continue to post your comments. Trust me when I
say I will read them all, and respond appropriately ...)
[ December 03, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ]
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Forrester
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posted December 03, 2001 11:50 PM
Another thing -- Queen. Do you really think that you could make the fleets attack only *part* of Toril
with their great weapons? If they hold back that much, we will blow them out of the sky.
There are only three possibilities. They will destroy Toril, and leave with their lives; destroy Toril, but
perish; or fail to destroy Toril, and perish. At the level of our technology, I am afraid they cannot pick
and choose what will be destroyed and what will not be. The forces involved are simply too great.
Forrester
Peacemaker
[Signing out for another evening!]
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TheBalor
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posted December 04, 2001 12:02 AM
Edena, when you get a chance, could you possibly tell us how much longer until the Elven Vengance
fleet arrives? (I'm assuming the conference has been going on for about 4 days, now.)
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zouron
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posted December 04, 2001 01:21 AM
hmmm... coomonwealth...
well I will defiantely listen to both proposals for commonwealth and might even join one, or the other
or both.
*zouron turns to the kender*
Though Forrester would defiantely want to get rid of you and so far, your kind have always been
welcom in my lands, and if you need a place to be... well the lack of a better word, kendaric, then I am
sure we can work such a place out.
* My personal point of elves do not change, nor with your words. Elves are welcome in my nation, they are
welcome to join the society, they are welcome to live in the woodland cities as well, but I cannot grand them
a land of their own, for I see no reason for them to be any different in needs then most. The kenders are
another matter though, their handling traditions makes them an obvious target for those that do not have
these believes. And as for your fleet, feel free to bring them in, we survived before, we will again, and I think
we can all agree here, that noone will bow to treats, those days are already over.
*looks to Iuz*
you are no better then the rest of us, you might be a demi power, but no more then that, if you were
so great then you would not need ´Mr. Forrester's help.
*turns to the Feys*
magic here will not fail and fade away for the very reason that several nations is dedicated to magic
only, even in my lands and I am sure in others we work to make magic and technology work perfectly
together, for the betterment of us and the natural world. As far as Fey go, feeel free to visit, as I said
we are students of knowledge, and all are welcome to share it, so if you want to evalute feel free.
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Alone is something we all are
only far away voices breaks the silence
whom wish to escape
this labyrinth of loneliness
we fumble our way, but finds nothing
because here are no walls
only the fear's angst
keeps us apart
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 04, 2001 02:12 AM
The kender takes the trinket, looks at it in delight, gives Iuz a big thank you, and pockets it.
- - -
To answer your question, Balor: nobody knows how long it will be before the elven Fleet of Vengeance
attacks.
- - -
The Scro ambassador growls a welcome to Forrester, then growls very unwelcomingly to the shade of
Queen Amlaruil, and snarls:
We have massive fleets of our OWN sitting in the Crystal Spheres connected to Realmspace, ready to
come here both via the Phlogiston and via Gates.
If your elven friends show their ugly faces, we are quite capable of annihilating them.
Annihilating them long before they even REACH Toril, much less have a chance to attack it.
- - -
(EVERYONE NOTE: THIS IS IMPORTANT)
The shade of Queen Amlaruil looks at both the Humanoid ambassador (Forrester), and the Scro/Gith
ambassador, and says with an air of finality:
All that I really ask is that the elves be a part of the new society, and the new nation or nations, of
Toril and Realmspace.
Living in peace with the other races, working together with the other races, savoring life with the other
races.
I consider this to be a reasonable request, and I will not change it.
Most of the elves in the Imperial Fleet do not desire to live on Toril: a minority of them wish to do so,
along with the native elves who are exiles.
I offer to restrain the elves because of past wrongs committed, and in constraining my own people I
seek to redress the past.
However, there are limits to penance, and this is my limit.
I look into your hearts, and I see in your refusal, to accept the reasonable requests I have placed
before you, the hatred and anger unquenched and unappeased that so clearly shines to all with eyes
that can truly see.
If you must choose hate and anger, and turn your backs upon me and upon what I have proposed,
then ...
I will turn my back upon you
I will not succor you.
I will ask you one more time for your answer.
I will accept your next answer, as your final answer.
And the Fate that is then decreed, for good or for evil, is upon your heads.
The Chosen look at each other, and their faces are grave, as they communicate telepathically.
Then the lady Chosen of Waterdeep, their spokeswoman, speaks:
We greatly resent this speech, which we perceive to be coercion and blackmail.
The elves, as Forrester has accused, committed atrocities when they were losing the war, effectively
escalating said war beyond our darkest nightmares.
Now, the Queen states that it must be her way, or else she allows the fleet to descend and cause
Armaggedon.
Forrester's accusations that it must be the elven way, or else, ring true in our ears.
We, the Chosen, feel that this ultimatum to the Humanoid emissary is counterproductive, vindictive,
and completely out of line, and we are siding with Forrester.
The shade of Queen Amlaruil regards the Chosen, and there is fire in her eyes, and steel in her voice,
as she says:
I and the people I loved were massacred, to the least and last, without provocation or just reason.
Although we committed crimes, the punishment inflicted upon us is out of all proportion.
I am not asking for vengeance or restitution of any sort: I am merely asking that my people be a part
of the new world, and not a second rate people in disgrace and without rights.
I have offered to PROTECT Toril, by stopping the elven fleets, even though none of my people remain
there.
I have offered to PROTECT the Humanoids, who slaughtered us, from being destroyed themselves.
I awakened from my sleep, and voluntarily came to this Court, and I voluntarily made this offer, to
make amends for the past.
I do not consider it reasonable that I should attempt to save the Humanoids, if the Humanoids harbor
naught but hatred eternal in their hearts for us, and consider us eternal foes.
The Chosen spokeswoman speaks, equally as steely:
This is not about what is right or wrong.
It is about what is expedient.
And it is not expedient for you to allow our destruction, if you may prevent it.
The shade of Queen Amlaruil regards the Chosen:
So I am to be forced to save the race of humanoids, even though they gleefully and utterly
exterminated my race, and even though they are still glad they did so, and even though they still wish
to oppress and injure my people, could they return to Toril?
The spokeswoman of the Chosen says, grimly:
Yes
The drow ambassador just starts laughing, laughing her head off, tears of mirth rolling down her face.
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: Edena_of_Neith ]
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Edena_of_Neith
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posted December 04, 2001 05:42 AM
In the strained, dangerous atmosphere that exists after the drow stops laughing (see the post above),
the kender chimes in.
His comment is unwanted, unwelcome, and may be disastrous, but he gets it out before anyone can
stop him:
So, you are saying that if the Queen - well, the shade of the Queen, the undead Queen - doesn't act,
the world will die, and if she does, it will be saved?
Hey, that reminds me of a story I heard of at home, on Krynn.
You see, there was this knight, and he had the ability to save the whole world from the Cataclysm, you
see ... just like the lady here, he could say yes or no ... and he said no.
And you know what?
He became a Death Knight!
(the kender turns to look at the shade of the Queen)
You know, you'd make a pretty death knight ... after all, you're a beautiful girl, and obviously then
you'd make a beautiful death knight ... uh ... you are already undead and all, so naturally ...
The kender emissary breaks off as he, and everyone else, sees the shade of Queen Amlaruil grow
dark and terrible to behold, radiating furious cold and violent anger.
The kender, realizing his mistake too late, says the one thing most feared out of the mouth of any
kender:
Oops.
Before anyone can respond, suddenly the halfling ambassador leaps to his feet, and his angry voice
cuts through the deathly, deadly silence:
I have had enough.
Here is the real truth.
The elves started the war.
The humanoids escalated the war.
They dragged all the rest of us in.
They are responsible for practically all of the destruction caused by the war.
The elves and the humanoids are the warmongers, the hatemongers, the wastrels who wrecked our
world and our dreams.
I've tried to be patient, and I've tried to be tolerant, and I've tried to be reasonable, but the time for
gentle words is over, and I'm going to tell it as it should have been told in the first place!
I say we ALL gang up on the elves and the humanoids, and we KILL them, ALL of them.
Every last stinking one of them.
Sure, we'll take losses. Sure, we'll lose people, in the battle.
But we'll rebuild, and it'll be a world without these lunatics and their crazy hate and paranoia and their
stupid wars.
We won't have any more problems after THEY are gone. We'll still have disagreements; we'll work em
out, and we'll find answers, and build a better Toril.
As for the deep illithid, we have the phaerimm take care of them ... the neoillithid seem to know
something we don't about the phaerimm, and they're apparently ultimately powerful, so why not send
them against the stinking illithid, and wipe the foul race from the bowels of our planet.
Erase the infestation, eradicate them like bugs.
If I sound mean and hard, that's because I AM mean and hard, and mean and hard is the only thing
that is gonna work here.
I SAY WE ALL COMBINE OUR STRENGTH, AND OBLITERATE THE STINKING ELVES AND THE STINKING
HUMANOIDS!
WHO'S WITH ME?!
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johnbrown
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posted December 04, 2001 07:50 AM
Iuz cackles quietly
He looks at the kender delegate and telepathically communicates to it. He attempts to shield the
communication so that none but the most powerful minds can hear his words (The Chosen, The
NeoIllithid perhaps, I leave that determination up to you Edena).
"You see little one, I told you so. It is only a matter of time. Be it today or two centuries from today,
they will destroy each other, and take you and your kind with them."
Iuz then focus his attentions of the halfling delegate and raps his staff with approval against the
ground.
"From the mouths of babes? That?s it my boy, don?t go quietly into oblivion. Be worthy of your
birthright; be worthy of survival."
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: johnbrown ]
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After all, it is all about having fun .....
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maddman75
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posted December 04, 2001 08:08 AM
The devil lords leave with the dark eight. I admit to doing no wrong, as Forrester was warned when
talking to the forces of Iuz that any demons he allied with would violate our contract. He wisely
obeyed. It was my understanding that Iuz was a godling that allied with demons, not a true demon
himself. Still, its a fine distiction, much like the line between filth and muck.
I will return to Baator to sort this matter out. Too bad, as another contract gaining the nuclear weapons
would have made a fine addition to the Blood War.
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With a name like Maddman, he's got to be honorable!
"When a fool hears of the Tao, he will laugh out loud" - Lao Tzu
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Rhialto the
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posted December 04, 2001 08:15 AM
Baalzephon glances at the Chosen calmly and begins to speak.
'We have no official business with this court, nor do we need any, as our own judgments are sufficient
to ourselves, and those under us. We came here simply because Lord Maddman is here, and he must
hear our edict against him. We neither ask, nor expect any ruling of yours on this decision.'
'We also wish to point out that:
A. He no longer represents us, nor do his views in anyway indicate our own.
B. Any deals, contracts or agreements he makes have no backing by the Dark Eight, nor will they
reveal such backing at a later time.
C. Any alliances he enters into are completely independent of us, and will recieve no assistance from
us, or any forces under us.
D. At this moment, our official interest in the world of Toril is exactly nil.'
With that, Baalzephon rolls up his scroll. There is a blaze of black fire, after which the Devil Lord and his
bodyguards have vanished.
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Bagguns
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Member # 523
posted December 04, 2001 08:17 AM
A booming reptilian voice echos throughout the chamber. "We are not...little halfling!"
All of the servant's, who until this time had been meekly serving refreshment, begin to change. Forms
begin to melt and flow, like candle wax resolving into gruesome shapes, none quite like the other. a
Grey skinned monstrosity with green reptilian eyes, large claws, standing over 9 feet high (for now)
steps out from among his "brethren".
NOTES: The Slaadi, having seen the development of the humanoid races (sometimes from the inside
posing as them), have come to a realization of the True Balance of things (they are TN). They are no
longer creatures of pure chaos, they are free. With this freedom came unprecedented control over the
plane of Limbo. While some areas still show show signs of earlier Limbo-esque type geometries,
others are bastions of order, all according to the whim of those that live there. This time was called
"The Testing" by the Slaadi, some feel Toril needs a similar testing.
"Listen to the words of Slaazor, Death Slaad of Limbo."
"We are the Slaadi, and while we have watched with great interest your proceedings of the past,
enough is enough, there must be balance."
"Chaos has reigned for 40 years past and we have grown all the more powerful for it, long have we
watched your world and taken our lessons well, tempered our innate...virtues, much as the humanoids
have."
"We have learned of balance and find it meet, we struggle for it every day. A semblance of order in
the random chaos in Limbo. As a free people we want equals, not thralls. Brothers, not slaves. Yet you
seek to destroy all that is and all that will ever be."
"40 years past we came looking for fiery angels of determination, but instead found groveling worms
afraid of the one true constant change, such change was forced to be sure, but it cannot be stopped."
"Your 'doomsday' weapons work not in the presence of pure chaos. Your armies and peoples will
struggle with the unfettered energy of chaos, and through chaos will find order, as we have."
"We are the harbingers of the future, best see to your people...let chaos reign on this world as it once
did in Limbo, let your hearts find their true balance."
The gates of chaos open, I leave the effects up to Edena, but specific things the Slaadi are shooting
for are:
- Large chaos fields around weapons of mass destruction, totally disrupting their systems, and making
them act in ways they were not meant to. (water fountains instead of nuclear explosions, that kind of
thing).
- Revitalization of the Weave, turning all magic into Wild Magic...that'll show those mages to stop
mucking things up for the rest of the world.
- a seeping of Chaos into everything, making the world mutable and changing, it will become fixed
only by supreme acts of will
- For the past twenty years the Slaadi have been training 1000 humans, demihumans, and humanoids
to be those who will teach the common folk to learn the ways of fixing the new chaos into set
forms...this will not be taught to anyone with a "Hero Class" or title of any kind, let them figure it out
for themselves.
I figure this will either save the world or doom it, I'm hoping for saving, Fortune favors the bold and all
that.
Edit: Lots of edits for spelling and grammmar and prob more to come
[ December 04, 2001: Message edited by: Bagguns ]
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Evolve or Die.
Entropy Sucks.
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Bagguns
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posted December 04, 2001 08:24 AM
At this Slaazor and the rest of the Death Slaadi in the room sit back, their deed done. If any move to
slay them they offer no resisitance, they have given the common people of Toril the ability to find
their own destiny without the pontification of their leaders.
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Evolve or Die.
Entropy Sucks.
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Joren
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posted December 04, 2001 08:39 AM
At the instant that the energy of Chaos blasts into the room, a huge face appears on the ceiling of the
room, looking down upon the assembly. To each participant, the face appears to be that of one of
their race.
The face has a neutral look, neither smiling nor frowning. It watches as the Chosen and the other
participants deal with the invading energies of Chaos.
You sense... curiosity.
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Mystra telepathically speaks one word to the Chosen.
"Ao."
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DocMoriartty
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posted December 04, 2001 09:25 AM
As the arguments rage back and forth a few of the more quiet people in the council start murmuring.
4 small hands can be seen to appear out of small holes that appear out of nowhere. Those 4 hands
reach forward and seem to grab and a spot and all pull outward. There is a slight tearing sound and
then a doorway can be seen to open.
Through this door walks a small figure little more than 5 feet tall and wrapped in gray and silver robes.
After the figure steps through 4 sharn float through the doorway after the figure and then casually
reach behind them and close the gap behind them all. The small figure then pulls back his hood to
reveal a handsome though slightly otherworldly face. After a few moments of scanning the crowd the
figure walks over to an open area and with a few small gestures a table covered with books and
paperwork appears along with a chair.
"My apologies for appearing without request and without forewarning of my appearance. My clients
(nods toward the Sharn) felt that the Phaerimm and Aboleth would not be willing to show themselves if
they knew we were coming."
"My name is Moriartty Belros. I am as you can all tell a Tiefling. I am also a lawyer and a resident of
the City of Doors Sigil. I come here to represent my clients who are the united factions of the city, the
sharn, as well as the Dabus of Sigil and indirectly through them the Lady of Pain herself."
"I tell you all this so that you can decide which of those facts bother you the least or the most. You can
also use them to determine how much of this information you want to accept as truth and how much
you consider mere legal trickery."
"First off I would like to state that the Chosen are correct. You all stand at the edge of complete
destruction. The presence of Iuz acts as a further goad and seeing him here makes me personally
doubt that some members of this group will be able to restrain themselves."
"Now to the matter at hand. I am here for several reasons. The first of which is to issue a statement
from some of my clients, as it would regard any future conflicts on or near Toril or her Crystal Sphere. "
"My clients who are the denizens of Sigil the City of Doors would like to at this announce that until a
strong peace all doors into Sigil as well as all gates passing through Sigil are as of now closed."
Anyone with psionic or magical powers can almost hear as well as sense the slamming of millions upon
millions of doors quietly in the distance.
"This is being done quite simply via the introduction of a modron march into the city itself. This
sudden violation of the city has of course forced the Lady of Pain to close all doors until the march
leaves or we force them out. This will not happen until we feel it is safe for them to be open again."
For a few moments Moriartty glances through the room at the looks on bewilderment and anger that is
obviously growing.
"Furthermore the Sharn have made arrangements to work through the powers of Sigil to close all
remaining doors and gates that leave Toril but do not pass through Sigil. This WILL be done if any
side attempts a mass exodus or any side launches its world-destroying weapon. All closed doors will
function as only 1-way doors. We in Sigil see no reason why we should not let anyone insane enough
to want to come to Toril to join in the complete destruction to do so. We will not allow anyone though
to come back out. This of course would not stop anyone from escape via spelljamming but that
avenue too shall be closed soon. The Netherese can tell you that long ago they created a spell that
could close any Crystal Sphere permanently. Well right now several dozen Guvner archmages stand
ready to cast that spell and close Toril off via spelljamming as well if the final war should begin here."
"Finally the Sharn would like to make a statement through me apologizing for their allowing the magic
seals on The Phaerimm to lapse in such a way that they could escape. This was unfortunate but at this
time there is little that can be done to correct this."
"On a personal note I would like to say the following. Technology can be a great and wonderful thing
much as magic is. That does not though excuse the actions that took place on Toril. Yes the Chosen
made the mistake of continuing their meddling ways along with the Harpers and attempted to covertly
stop the gnomes. This was not the best choice of action but it was the normal choice of action. The
Chosen and the Harpers have been interfering covertly in the great matters of Toril for centuries."
Moriartty now turns and stares at the gnomish rep and a small reddish glow starts to appear in his
eyes. The anger in him becomes obvious for a moment as his Tiefling heritage becomes obvious.
After a moment he regains control of himself and everyone is left with the passing hint of brimstone
wafting through the room.
"You gnomes though sowed the first seed here. When the Chosen and Harpers meddled you did the
unspeakable. You blasted the town of Shadowdale into ruin. Was Shadowdale the home or the
Harpers? No it was not. Was Shadowdale the secret gathering place of all of the Chosen? No only two
Chosen were there on a regular basis. So what was Shadowdale? Shadowdale was a bustling
community of several thousand innocent men, women, and children that you MURDERED in an instant
to make a statement. I suggest that you gnomes should walk over and trade hugs with the demon
representative and Iuz. All of you shall become very close to them when your time comes to and end.
You murdered thousands of people unrelated to your grievance including my own son. For that fact I
take great pleasure in letting you all know that if you make one wrong move that you will all burn to
the very end and the rest of us will no longer have to watch this wretched debacle continue."
Moriartty finishes speaking then walks over and sits down at the high-backed onyx chair he
summoned. The Sharn float over and position themselves at the four corners around him and watch
the other representatives. Occasionally a hand and arm of a sharn will silently pass through a small
gate and come out somewhere else in the room. Silently letting everyone know that they are
everywhere.
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