Night's Embrace: Part 1--A Touch of Darkness

[Legildur]

Blunt shrugs his shoulders, and seeing no initiative from the others (ooc: probably only because they aren't online right now), Blunt steps forward to quietly address the elves, very conscious of the information he carries may not be for all ears.

"Greetings to you," Blunt says quietly as he sketches a short bow. "We have come from Cauldron (?) seeking aid and understanding and you seem a likely source," he adds in his typically blunt style. "Our elven companion, Nhalia, we rescued from ritual sacrifice by a vile summoner. Nhalia was the second priestess of a moon god to be in that position. We were too late to save the other."

"We have learned of some plot that is to be hatched at the time of a coronation, but we know nothing of the plot nor even what coronation. But we believe this to be linked with the rise of that which was thought crushed."

"Does what I say make sense to you?" he asks.

 

[jkason]

Titus Farrab, human ranger

Titus merely smiles some more at Sul... er, Aliyas' objection. And when they find the temple, he keeps him mouth shut. He never was good at niceties; best to let those better qualified handle the talking.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Cauldron? No, Thresk. Cauldron is SCAP)

*The elves turn to share a glance for about five seconds, and then they start to laugh.*

"Oh, you almost had me there!" the female elf says between giggles, "That's a good joke, N'Tel-Quess."

 

[Legildur]

Blunt scoffs, sketches a short bow, and turns around, walking toward Nhalia, Titus and Shan and shaking his head from side to side in disgust. "Wasting time," is all he says.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: There's an SBLOCK for Kel at Post 782 in case you missed it Boddynock )

 

[jkason]

Titus Farrab, human ranger

(OOC: Cauldron? No, Thresk. Cauldron is SCAP)

*The elves turn to share a glance for about five seconds, and then they start to laugh.*

"Oh, you almost had me there!" the female elf says between giggles, "That's a good joke, N'Tel-Quess."

Titus flatly ignores the laughter to ask, "Then you haven't heard of any upcoming coronations?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The male elf turns to the female elf and engages her in an exchange in Elvish, wherein he asserts something and she shakes her head and laughs, then he asserts it again, and she shrugs.*

"My colleague and I have come to a disagreement," the priest explains, "From the tone of your voices and the look on your faces, I think you might actually be serious."

"And I say they can't be serious--with a story like that and coming to us out of anyone in the city. We're the last people who could do anything about that."

"Nonetheless..." he says something more in Elvish, and she appears to acquiesce, "Now then, the coronation you speak of is likely that of the princess. She will be considered the age of majority to succeed the throne without a Regent soon because she's...what age is it again--it's so hard with humans. I want to say 40, but I know humans age even more rapidly than that, so maybe 10."

"I thought it was 60?"

"No, it can't be that--that's past majority even for a half-breed. Anyway, it doesn't matter what the number is, the point is that if you've heard about a coronation, that would be the one."

 

[Legildur]

Blunt pauses in his withdrawal. "A coronation of a princess? Would you know of any reason why someone would want that stopped? Or whether it coincides with another event? Perhaps one not well known and maybe dark in nature."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, the N'Tel-Quess who rule this place would know better, but I seem to remember that it is also the anniversary of the defeat of some crazy cult, just a few years ago. The People sent a few champions to aid with that, actually--due to their bravery, it was a success."

 

[Jolmo]

"I suppose that fits the Night's Embrace, Titus?" Shan asks.

To the elves, he explains, "It seems like they're preparing to rise again. How much time is left before the coronation?"