Edena_of_Neith said:
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Queen Eclavdra nods solemnly, then speaks to King Rhynnon again through the Magic Mirror:
Your Majesty, the drow appreciate the wreckage and ruin of the Greyhawk Wars, and acknowledge your claims for redress: however, we cannot control those on the surface, or speak for them. Much less, be responsible for them.
If those on the surface would allow the Whispered One ((Vecna)) and his legions to whelm them, because they had weakened each other in war, they would find his rule very ... unpleasant. Iuz knows this ... and I am assuming he is making all efforts to ready for the Whispered One's coming.
If we are not attacked, and thus have the military strength at hand, we will send great force to the aid of Nyrond and all who stand against the Whispered One, when he appears. If others will leave us in peace, we intend to bring peace to the Celestial Imperium, which has collasped with the passing of the Gods. In this, we intend to work with the Sikari.
We sincerely hope Iuz in his wisdom sees our point of view, and turns his eye to the north: to the Solistarim, who are silent, and kill all emissaries sent to talk to them, and who have made common cause with Acererak ... and is he not a suel kindred to the Whispered One?
We hope Iuz and Aerdi will perceive the real threat. All our lives are forfeit if the Whispered One triumphs. Al'Akbar and the Baklunish Empire have agreed to mutual defense with us when the threat appears.
A garden? Hmmm ... a bed of weeds, filled with vermin. (she smiles wryly) Quite a job, for any gardener. I hoe the earth, clear the weeds, and shoot the vermin. Such is my calling.
There is an expression among your people: 'mad dogs.' We appreciate the surface elves think of us, the drow, as 'mad dogs.' I do not hope to ameliorate this hatred: I am not a diety that I could do the impossible.
Yet I do hope to prevent the Whispered One from inflicting a fate horrific beyond imagination to our surface brethren.
(she smiles wryly)
We may be 'mad dogs' to the elves, but we are not so mad we would deal with the devils, and accept their gifts. However, the Whispered One will, as will others. Oerth, including Oerth Below, is threatened with annihilation. (she shakes her head) May Lolth save us all.
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At the mention of the name Vecna, all color drains from Rhynnon’s face, though his expression does not change.
Vecna,! He thinks,
It cannot be. But the crown would tell me if she was lying, or even distorting the truth for advantage.
“My lady, are you saying that the maimed one is returning to Oreth? How can you know this? Surely the Grey Seer would have… Forgive Lady Eclavdra, but I must speak with my advisors immediately. I am certain we will speak again soon.” With this King Rhynnon ends the communication.
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A short time later, Rhynnon is standing in the west tower, home of the Grey Seer, Royal Diviner and advisor to the last three kings of Nyrond. The circular room is filled to bursting with books, maps, and scrolls. Strange devices and hunks of crystal quartz are scattered about in seeming disorder, and in the center of the chamber, hunched over a book filled with complex equations and diagrams sat the Grey Seer.
“what do you mean, it makes sense?”, Said Rhynnon impatiently.
The Seer looks up from his work and smiles, “Well, Seth, consider what I told you, There is something major happening in the planes. The Gods have stopped speaking to their clerics, stopped granting spells. With the recent return of Al'Akbar to the material plane, and now the possible return of Vecna… Lets just say that certain deities lack the strength to survive long without worshipers. The minor deities are making there way to the material plane in order to ensure their own existence.” The old man pauses, seeming to forget the presence of his king.
“Something terrible must be happening out there for the gods to seek refuge here. I wouldn’t be surprised if Ye’Cind or Zagyig put in an appearance soon.” He mused as he began hunting through the mound of papers on his desk.
“What does this mean for us then?”
The Seer, startled to hear rhynnon’s voice knocks over a tower of books, and as he bends down to clean up the mess he says, "I shall consult the runes and check the stars, but in my opinion, it doesn’t bode well for the mortal races of Oreth, not well at all...
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