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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 4012948" data-attributes="member: 42885">Percivilis and JerivanAfter receiving the invitation, Percivilis and Jerivan set out for Critwall, to discuss briefly with his superiors the merits of the letter.  After much discussion and divination, the elders of the Holy Shields authorized Percivilis to persue the recovery of the unholy sword, for it could spell the end of their lands if it falls into Iuz's hands.  They, however, held strong reservations that such a letter would bear any fruit, thinking one of their brightest young men might be lead into some sort of trap.Percivilis was unfazed by their skepticism, as he had received a vision from his Lord of a dark blade slumbering in an empty chamber.  He knew the letter was legitimate, he felt it in his soul.  Convincing Jerivan took little effort, although the young paladin had been looking forward to some quiet prayer, after their last journey into the lands of Iuz.They both still bore the scars and bruises from their rescue of Prince Laridor from the prison below Iuz's keep in Molag.  They both looked forward to entering the Free City once more, as the friendly people were the salve for both of their souls that they desperately needed.  However, they knew little of this "Roland Shadowlark", but Heironious would not send them on a wild goose chase, so they entrusted their Lord to watch over them once more.They approached the keep in good spirits, and called out to the pikemen, lauding them for their training and technique.  After being led inside, Percivilis scanned the hall, then each person already in the room."Forgive our tardiness, milords," Percivilis says,"The road from Critwall has been beset by foul orcs from Iuz's advance scouts, which delayed our arrival."He nods for Jerivan to take the seat next to him.</blockquote>

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