(RP) Dangerous Legacy

[Vendetta]

Then the older man that you had met earlier that morning at breakfast in the Flying Griffin stands up to speak. "It seems to me that a dragon has little to do with the intrigues of men, elves, and dwarves. To what possible purpose would an account of its mating and offspring serve a dragon for any reason but the truth? Why would a dragon, fierce as they are, dilute themselves with tales of a greater threat? What does it gain? No sir, I believe that these half dragon children of the Dark One do exist and that they are just now coming of age. Why else would this dragon wait all these years to get its revenge? For it did claim it sought the lives of Kendrian and Tandra'var in exchange for Rox'Voroth's." The man sits down again as the crowd buzzes with private conversations.

"Aye?" A dwarf shouts from across the room. "An wot proof ye? Ye jest surmizin' dat. Maybe ye thinks ye kin scare others inta ye agreement by killin' our ambassador, but nae we dwarves!" At this shout, the hall erupts into termoil as elves and humans shout as angrily and accusingly as the dwarves shout at them. The king at the podium pounds a gavel and shouts, magically loud, for order. After five more minutes of the chaos, the room finally quiets.

 

[Ferrix]

Odo (Spoiler):[sblock] You make your way through the "obstical course" easy enough and find a place at the bar. Not far away, you see the guard corner a dark and sinister looking man, hooded and robed in all black. The pair move to a table near them and the black robed man produces a spherical crystal of some kind. They sit together, their backs to the rest of the bar as they attempt to sheild the orb from prying eyes.[/sblock]

[sblock=Vendetta]Odo will take his drink and find a table close to the two suspicious men, shuffling along. He'll then stare into his drink for a while, or at least attempt to appear like he's lost in his drink but really attempt to watch the two out of the corner of his eye and see if he can overhear anything they are saying.[/sblock]

 

[Knight Otu]

Reluctantly, Sel'Tarien stands. "I think ", he begins, "that in the end, it is not important whether the dragonspawn exist. If they do, they will show themselves sooner or later, as the dragon did. If they don't exist, the danger posed to all of Enber is still enormous simply by the existance of the dragon and the conspirators.
Enber is in grave danger, there is no doubt about it. United we can stand a chance, but there are forces at work trying to undo even the thought of any possible union. Forces that know where and when to strike. And HOW to strike. Whoever opposes us is strong and resourceful, but NOT strong enough to stand against an alliance. Else, they would not try to sabotage it.
I can understand that some here may think that a treaty will do no good. Who think that neutrality could save them. Who think that they may be the next target after the dwarven ambassador. This is understandable. But remember - the foes we are up against are allies of, or inspired by, Rox'Voroth. This is how they want us to react. They want us to believe that we are secure when they strike. They want us to believe that those who should be our allies are untrustworthy. They want us to remember old sentiments against each other. They want us divided."

 

[Vendetta]

The crowd falls hushed as Sel'Tarien speaks, his voice also amplified by the magic of one of the wizards in the room so that all can hear. As the elf speaks, the group notices the guard captain appear on stage and whisper something to the King who stands behind his podium, who also is listening attentivly... up until he is interrupted by the guard. With his closing words, a murmur goes tthrough the crowd like a wild fire pushed onward by a strong wind.

"Well then, with that, I believe it is a good time to take a break." King Promus says over the murmurings. "Through those double doors in the back is a buffet brunch and dozens of servants who can attend to whatever you may need. We'll convein for half an hour." And with that, the king strides from the stage as the dignataries slowly make their way toward the dinning area.

A bristly dwarf stomps forward and plants himself before Sel'Tarien and the companions. "Ye makes a gud point, lad." He grunts mightily. "Wot ye think we be facin' in'a this? Wot villain then, if nae tha dragon welps?"



Odo (Spoiler): [sblock]Though you are unable to see the orb or what it is the two men are doing, blocked as you are from view by their backs, you are able to catch a few sentences of their conversation.

"But, milord, a gnome has returned alive! All will be undone if he..." His voice is cut short by a murmuring voice that you cannot hear. "Of course, milord." the man's voice says again, followed quickly by, "Milord, please be careful. Soon the whole city guard will be on the lookout for you..." ((Pause)) "I am pleased milord is so gifted with foresight." ((another pause)) "So it shall be done, Milord!" The guard says then stands up and strides out of the pub, looking around as he does so, as if trying to make the faces he sees.[/sblock]

 

[Knight Otu]

(Can Sel make out some of the murmurs?)
Sel'Tarien nods to the dwarf "I wished I knew who is the ultimate villain behind the attacks. It may well be the dragon itself. But immediately, there are other villains. Given the events, there must be at least one traitor, who hired the assassins and works against an alliance from within." Sel tries not to give an impression that he knows the name of a traitor. The fewer hear about it before the king does, he figures, the better.

 

[Ferrix]

Odo (Spoiler): [sblock]Though you are unable to see the orb or what it is the two men are doing, blocked as you are from view by their backs, you are able to catch a few sentences of their conversation.

"But, milord, a gnome has returned alive! All will be undone if he..." His voice is cut short by a murmuring voice that you cannot hear. "Of course, milord." the man's voice says again, followed quickly by, "Milord, please be careful. Soon the whole city guard will be on the lookout for you..." ((Pause)) "I am pleased milord is so gifted with foresight." ((another pause)) "So it shall be done, Milord!" The guard says then stands up and strides out of the pub, looking around as he does so, as if trying to make the faces he sees.[/sblock]

Odo will bow his head, rubbing his sore eyes (keeping it obscured). He'll dash the rest of the ale more on himself than down his throat and stumble for the door, staggering close to the robed figure to see if he could get a better look.

 

[Vendetta]

((Sel can't make out too much of the murmurs as it seems that most everyone is confiding some thought to a companion... and with so many all speaking in these hushed tones together, it really becomes a blur of noise. But the general feel is that people seem to think that Sel made a stong point... then the dwarf arrives and any chance of overhearing anything goes up in smoke.))

"A traitor, eh?" The dwarf blurts out causing several around to quiet their own conversations and attempt to overhear yours. The dwarf taps his chin with his thumb as he appears to be thinking. "Cripes, tha be makin' sense, aye." he finishes then stares at Sel'Tarien intently as if he may be trying to decide if the Elf is a traitor or not.

Odo (Spoiler): [sblock] Odo gets a good look at the hooded and robed figure... having a halfling's stature works well for that sort of thing when others taller than them are ducking and hunching over trying not to be seen. He has a long, thin face, well worn with lines of age... how long do humans live? Perhaps this man is 50 or so then? He is relatively pale in complection and has a well manicured, thin black and gray beard that follows his jawline. His eyes are dark and set deep in his face and he has dark, thick eyebrows. His cheeks are high and jut out sharply, contrasting his hollowed cheeks and hooked nose. The man doesn't seem to pay any heed to the halfling.[/sblock]

 

[Knight Otu]

"That assassin was well-prepared, and knew the grounds. I wish we could have caught him."

 

[Ferrix]

Odo (Spoiler): [sblock] Odo gets a good look at the hooded and robed figure... having a halfling's stature works well for that sort of thing when others taller than them are ducking and hunching over trying not to be seen. He has a long, thin face, well worn with lines of age... how long do humans live? Perhaps this man is 50 or so then? He is relatively pale in complection and has a well manicured, thin black and gray beard that follows his jawline. His eyes are dark and set deep in his face and he has dark, thick eyebrows. His cheeks are high and jut out sharply, contrasting his hollowed cheeks and hooked nose. The man doesn't seem to pay any heed to the halfling.[/sblock]

[sblock=Vendetta]Odo will head out of the bar, seeing if he can catch a glimpse of which way the guard went and then follow him.[/sblock]

 

[Vendetta]

Odo: [sblock] You follow the guard for a short while and he seems to be heading back to the East Gate and the guardpost.[/sblock]

"Tha foul villain shall face justice yet!" The dwarf yells at the mention of the escaping assassin.