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<blockquote data-quote="Calavingian" data-source="post: 5019702" data-attributes="member: 86503"><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><u><strong>War of the Burning Sky- Session 4</strong></u></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong> Sunday 13</strong></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>th</strong></span><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong> September 2009</strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>Part One</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong></strong></span></p><p> </p><p></p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Brian- DM</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Caroline- Dara- Elf- Druid </em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Coakley- Aramil- Eladrin - Warlord</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>***Niall (absent)- Sonea- Human - Wizard</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Ridh- Shadow Dancer- Eladrin - Avenger</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Rob- Torthen- Dwarf – Paladin</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Rob- Mikal- Human- Rogue</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>Ali- Adahan (Boomer) - Human- Swordmage</em>[/FONT]</p><p> [FONT=Arial, sans-serif]<em>NPC- Torrent- Human- Cleric</em>[/FONT]</p><p> </p><p></p><p> <em><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-size: 12px">Back <span style="color: White">In the ruined tower that serves as </span></span></span></em><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: White">Diogeanese</span></span><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">’s quarters the air is tense. The mage has spent all night trying to protect Gate Pass and now his patience is wearing a little thin.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Sonea can see her father needs a rest so gets to the point. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We think Shealis has the box. We need to get the box from her. Dad we need your help here</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil joins in. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We’ll be needing resources, anything you can provide us with</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Diogeanese nods and holds up a hand. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Fine, Fine. I happen to know for a fact she’s been prying into things that don’t concern her." He ticks of points on his fingers."She’s a Zaman. She’s got a solon for a familiar. What sort of warmage takes the risk of bonding a familiar? She has Gabal under her thumb. I can’t help directly you understand. What I can do however is help you get to her. I can create a globe of force around Shealis’s cottage, to prevent anyone entering or leaving; a ritual which I can conduct from the top of my tower. I will only drop it once I get a signal from you. All depends on whether you will confront Shealis</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Diogeanese watches them intently to judge their strength of resolve in their cause.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Sonea, Aramil and Torthen agree with the plan and discuss the finer details. Torthen advises he will give the signal. He will hang back while the others go ahead so seeing how the land lies. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The mage and his daughter set to work discussing the casting of the ritual. He explains to the others that he’s had a long night and may not be able to keep this up long. He will need Sonea’s help.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Totally unaware he has been given the slip, Boomer continues walking and talking to his missing companion. </span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Not far off, outside some of the lecturer’s cottages, Shadow sneaks quietly out from his hiding place in a bush. Within a minute or so, along one of the many paths, he enquires from a red robed man if he can point him towards Shealis. </span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Unfortunately for him he didn’t remember the warning to stay away from the red-robed wizards as they are on high alert just now. Though, he does look vaguely bemused when he is frog-marched back to Diogeanese’s tower under escort.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer hadn’t been far away and seeing Shadow under escort he follows at a distance, shaking his head.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">As Aramil and Torthen leave the tower to find Boomer and Shadow they too meet with the red-robed wizards escorting Shadow Dancer, and are held at wand tip and interrogated too. Security is imperative in times like these.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The senior red-robe wizard Orpheo raps on the door with intent; addressing Diogeanese about the matter at hand. The older mage explains as much as is needed and advises Orpheo that all is well. Sonea’s group are ushered back into the room once again, shutting out the snow and prying eyes.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Sighing deeply he turns to them “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I can see we may need an invisibility spell to get you there</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The dwarf hits on an idea “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You know they are all wearing red cloaks. If we wear some we can maybe walk around a bit less conspicuously, Diogeanese?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Look in my wardrobe</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” He points at an old solid oak-doored cupboard and waits a moment.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Do I have any?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” silence follows. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">No. I’m not a student</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Her patience obviously wearing thin, Sonea glares at her father’s sarcasm, prompting him a little.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">But I can get you some</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” He finishes.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal had been scouting and fighting around the City Walls all night and is now cold, wet and knackered, not to mention hungry. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dressed all in black, his face covered by a black silk scarf, he pads quietly back into the city with several other members of the Gate Pass military, loaded down with soot blackened weapons, including his precious chakram.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Arriving at the temple he seeks out Buron who quickly introduces him to Dara, who is tending the wounded.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara, this here is Mikal. Mikal, meet Dara</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Buron introduces the pair and moves them aside out of other’s earshot.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Buron continues and explains for Mikal’s benefit. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We’ve got some bad news. It would seem there is an Arcanis cell already in the city, here to kill off influential people. We only have Dara’s cell available to do anything about it</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara advises that she will need to track down her companions and Buron assigns Mikal to aid her. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal gives his report of what he seen outside to Buron while Dara disappears to get kitted up.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Diogeanese and Sonea spend around twenty minutes sorting materials and preparing for the ritual. He points out which cottage belongs to Shealis before leaving for a few minutes to return with the cloaks.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Diogeanese reads instructions as to where things go while Sonea runs around acting as his hands- father and daughter, mage and assistant.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Leaning against a wall, Shadow Dancer stands nearby observing and writing down notes for his own future interest.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">There is a knock at the tower door. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Get that door will you!</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” Barks Diogeanese from above.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil walks over and finds Dara covered in snow and soaking wet. Next to her is a man dressed in black, scarf obscuring his face, looking much the same. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Now downstairs in the room with them Diogeanese is tired and can’t abide the cold. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Come in and shut that door!</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Both sorry figures enter as the mage eyes them up. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We don’t have enough red robes for this</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Torthen the dwarf makes a suggestion. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We can put robes on those who look like they should wear them. They can escort the others.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Quite quickly a discussion ensues over who looks like they should be wearing them.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Ignoring the argument, Aramil addresses Dara. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We are going to be heading down to see Shealis. You are going to be following us</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal steps in. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I am Mikal. From now on I shall be joining you. This is the word from our leader, Buron</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You’ll be joining us? Any particular reason?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” Aramil raises a questioning eyebrow.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal quickly looks at the present company and judges them to be together. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Yes. You lot are to help us out here. The Arcanis have a small cell in the city and are targeting some high ranking officials. Naturally they asked me to come get you to help.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil nods. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">First we shall do our thing. Put on your cloak and we shall go get our wee blue box.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Description?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” enquires the black figure.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Sonea raises her voice. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You’ll know it when you see it. It glows</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">That is as much as we know</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Aramil makes it clear that’s the end of the conversation for now.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Diogeanese get’s to the point. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You need to be close to the walls or inside the cottage when I begin the orb. It will last for around twenty minutes, or as long as I can hold it. It is completely invisible. I will release the globe as soon as you come out and show the signal</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Cloaks are handed to Aramil, Torthen, Mikal and Dara as Boomer already wears a one. It’s only Shadow Dancer who doesn’t as he was the one who was caught before - the less attention from the red-robed wizards the better.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The escort leaves and takes a fairly straight forward route to the cottage. Boomer begins asking questions about the intended tactics. At this Shadow Dancer suggests that they walk in and ask for the box and negotiate by bluffing that they have the password. Aramil agrees but Torthen suggests that they bring the box out, use the password, therefore ensuing everyone is happy. It is pointed out by Boomer that there is no actual password. So any negotiations should avoid a situation where they are required to open the box there and then. Aramil affirms: “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Our plan is to get the box</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Assuming that Shealis doesn’t just attack us</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Dara states the obvious problem. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer nods. “As I said, w</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">e need tactics, as that fight in the crypt was abysmal</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil laughs at this. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I take it that you all missed my inspiring presence.” </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The dwarf chokes a laughing grunt. Aramil fires him a sharp look. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shut it shorty!</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer sides with Aramil. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I suggest that we listen too and obey the warlord</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Thankyou.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” Aramil is grateful for some sense from someone.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara suggests that as she has the ability to shapeshift into a handy small size such as a mouse, she could do a quick bit of scouting? </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">This leads to more discussion with Boomer suggesting that Dara steals the box if she can. Aramil suggests simply killing the wizard and searching her cottage for the box, and Shadow points out that everyone is assuming that the box is there, which infact it might not be.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Changing the subject slightly Shadow Dancer smiles. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Does Shealis have a cat?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara smiles back and decides that a large spider will suffice for the needs of this expedition. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I’ll need someone to get me in close in my more diminutive form</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Mikal offers to sneak close enough to get her to the thatched roof, thus letting the others stay out of the way. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Someone sniggers, making the comical suggestion of Mikal just using his chakram to get Dara there- a flying spider. The druidess rolls her eyes as such nonsense.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil grunts about humans being a bunch of "shaved f****g monkeys. He gets everyone to quit it and split as they are starting to look conspicuous.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal and Dara move on with the druidess dipping into a bush to shed her clothes and shapeshift into a large black spider with velvet red-tipped hairs and glistening black eyes.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Scuttling up and under the thatch of the cottage, Dara finds her way onto a beam and along onto a suitable vantage point to dangle from. She finds the whole cottage seems to be only one room- one door in and out, and one closet with a fiery red glow from beneath its door. The walls are lined in bookcases with shelves covered in the usual magical academic clutter. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The room’s occupant is a tall woman in her late twenties/early thirties. Blonde hair braided back from her temples to keep the thick of her mane at her back. She’s scantily dressed, in Dara’s opinion, as her svelte figure is dressed in long flowing layers of near transparent purple silk, emphasised by a purple wrap around her ample bosom. She sits at a table facing the door into the cottage, a wand close by her fingertips, which drum at the table as though she is waiting for someone.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara is happy she has seen enough and quickly returns to her clothes then Mikal with the rest of the group. She explains that there is only one room- one door in and out, and what appears to be one cupboard door, with the fiery red glow. </span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer suggests he may be the one that is expected. So he should just go and talk to her. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Mikal asks if there could be extra rooms inside the wall or extra-dimensionally? If mages are capable of this would it not be advantageous to a mage not just to have an extra room and a bolt hole but even a whole extra cottage?</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The tendency to break into discussion is ensuing again. Shadow simply rolls his eyes and begins walking to the door. </span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">He knocks firmly. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Come in</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Replies a female voice.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The door opens to reveal the purple swathed woman looking serene but intent on the men in her doorway. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Come in gentlemen and stay along the walls. No funny moves</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” She indicates with an immaculate finger the wall in front of her for the benefit of Aramil, Shadow Dancer, Boomer and Torthen as they file in.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Dara and Mikal remain outside as they had stepped aside when Shadow had moved off with clear intentions of knocking on the door.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis inspects Shadow Dancer from her seat. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I believe you have been expecting me</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shadow is unruffled under the gaze.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">She nods an affirmative and enquires about the nature of the negotiations Shadow Dancer indicated he wished to enter into while being interrogated by the Solon at the depository.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Outside Mikal has sneaked along one of the walls to try and peer into a window. Dara is pressed against the other wall next to another window. Looking up she sees the tower and two figures giving off the distinct feeling of confusion and expectation. She gives the signal to Sonea and Diogeanese to begin the orb. </span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow knows with his insight that Shealis can’t be intimidated, infact it would be counterproductive, so he relaxes and leans against the wall. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">So you do know what we are here to talk about</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil remains quiet. Just watching how things play out. </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Torthen interjects. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">With regards to the item we are talking about. I realise that you have it and you know what we are talking about. You haven’t been able to open it or see inside it?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">That is correct. This is the reason we are here to negotiate is it not?”</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"> Shealis gives a short smile and looks back at Shadow Dancer who advises “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I have ssured our privacy</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I have assured this also</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Nods Shealis.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer speaks up. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You know it’s been agreed by many that Gate Pass is independent today because Zama stepped in to prevent it’s conquest by the Imperium before, to provide a buffer for it's own borders. Gate Pass was left as a neutral territory at that point as the Imperium wasn’t in a position to go to war with Zama. Would it not be in the common interest of Gate Pass and Zama to keep the Imperium out of the city again? So we should consider working together in the matter of the box.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis listens. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I concede that keeping the Imperium out of Gate Pass was in Zama’s interests at the time but Zama has been expecting the Imperium to break the treaty all along. We have had forty years to prepare for the day the Imperium would go to war. Gate Pass is no longer so vital to Zaman interests, though of course its continued independence is still desirable</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Exactly what is it you plan to do with the box?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” asks Aramil.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis explains a little. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The box will come with me to Zama, to be studied by Zaman wizards at the temple of Yhellos. There the information within be studied. Zama wants Gate Pass to be independent. We are happy to share the information we find. I have other points I would like to discuss otherwise I wouldn’t be here</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer looks at Shealis. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">I am obviously a stranger in this world. Does Zama need to remain uninvolved in this current war?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” Shadow Dancer tries to imply that there would be trouble if the resistance were to permit knowledge that Zama has the box to reach the Arcanum.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Actually I think you’ll find that the Arcanum and ourselves have been involved in a <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /><img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> for tat espionage exchange for the better part of forty years. It would come as no surprise to them. In any case, we fully expect to be in a state of open war with the Imperium very shortly. When they are finished with Gate Pass they will surely focus their attentions on the Protectorate</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shealis watches the bodies of those in front of her, their stance, breath and eyes.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Torthen continues. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Even so, given the situation with the box that you have acknowledged, I wonder would it be all that advantageous to you for the Arcanum to know that you are in possession of it. What are you willing to give for them not to know? That you have been withholding it and the information and secrets within it?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis laughs quietly at the attempts of diplomacy. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Well </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>I</strong></span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"> don’t have the box in my possession. So ultimately </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"><strong>I</strong></span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"> wouldn’t care if they knew. But yes, ultimately the Arcane Imperium could move against me as an individual if they knew my colleagues and I personally had the box.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Torthen nods. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">So the fact is that you are personally at risk and could be assassinated</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">...” </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Comes with the job</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shealis finishes his statement. She is beginning to grow cold with this line of questioning.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer speaks again. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We are aware of the political situation between the two Empires...</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">” Shealis noticeably stiffens at the insinuation that Zama is an “Empire”, but Boomer does not realise why. “...</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">and that we are a buffer. We know we won’t get through this war without loss. We can make sacrifices however</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis looks pointedly at him. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Really? What sacrifices would you be willing to make?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer continues. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We would be willing for one member of the Zaman Empire</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">...” Shealis flinches again and grits her teeth. “... </span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">to accompany us to the Lyceum, an ally of Gate Pass, where we shall have the box examined by the most highly regarded magical school in the Known World</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer is not entirely sure but thinks he has upset her. What he does not realise is that Zama is called a “protectorate” for a reason – they are non-expansionist and see themselves as the last vestige of the ancient Punic culture which they are sworn to preserve. Zama has never started a foreign war in all its existence. Boomer does not realise this, but Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Torthen most certainly do.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"></span></p><p><span style="color: White"></span> </p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer tries to smooth things over, stating that the party is in a position of strength and would like to bargain.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis seems dubious about the strength of Gate Pass’s negotiating position but allows them to continue.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You can’t open it</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” States Torthen.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">How do you know we can’t? The Sacred Band and the Eighty have many powerful wizards among them</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shealis asks.</span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer successfully deduces that she herself has no idea how to open it. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You ‘can’t’ open it.</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer tries again, pointing out that Gate Pass is willing to make fairly hefty concessions to share information and that it is still in Zama’s interests to keep the city as a buffer. The box might contain information that helps the city hold out longer.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Looking slightly puzzled Shadow speaks. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You say that were it to become known Zama has the box it would not lead to a deepening of hostilities? Would the box not contain information about where the vanished Dictator has gone? In which case would it not be preferable to take the box where there are wizards most likely able to open it?”</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px"> He suggests that there are wizards in Lyceum who know the password to open the box.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">You are correct and it may have information about this “disappearance”- or maybe even more valuable information</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shealis agrees.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer continues. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">So if someone of Zama were to accompany us to the Lyceum- keeping it out of Zama for now- we get it open and share the information, this would be acceptable?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis agrees in principle but has conditions. No one in the room disagrees with this.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Ok, so the conditions are to guarantee the safety of the person going. We would like a hostage in return to undergo a ritual linking the hostage to their representative. What befalls one will befall the other.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Looks fly around the group at this. Torthen takes a half step forward, so volunteering himself. He offers some heroic words in support of his decision.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Very well then under these conditions it is agreed. I shall not be accompanying you as I am needed in the city but one of my trusted colleagues will go with you and the box to the Lyceum</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Shealis smiles at her negotiation so far. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">We have no wish to antagonise Gate Pass and we are willing to share this information. I will however accompany you to the box's location, where the exchange of blood samples between the envoy and the hostage will occur so that they are linked. Then the box shall be handed over to your keep</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">ing.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Boomer agrees for everyone. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">These terms are agreeable</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shealis offers that if they want to discuss their decision then they are to go ahead. She opens the closet door revealing a flaming bird man. Before entering she points out that all her possessions have wards.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">The dwarf turns to the others looking grim. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">First off if I’m being exchanged so none of you touch the envoy!</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Of course! It would not be in Gate Pass’s interests</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Assures Boomer.</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Shadow Dancer smirks, he can hardly contain it. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Cold feet so soon?”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Torthen grunts. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">No, merely an inclining of what you lot are like</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Aramil looks innocent. “</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">Trust us?</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">”</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: White"><em><span style="font-size: 12px"></span></em></span></p><p> <span style="color: White"><em>“</em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">As far as I can comfortably... never mind</span></em><em><span style="font-size: 12px">.” Torthen shakes his head and grumbles to himself. </span></em></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Calavingian, post: 5019702, member: 86503"] [SIZE=3][U][B]War of the Burning Sky- Session 4[/B][/U][/SIZE][SIZE=3][B] Sunday 13[/B][/SIZE][SIZE=3][B]th[/B][/SIZE][SIZE=3][B] September 2009[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][B]Part One [/B][/SIZE] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Brian- DM[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Caroline- Dara- Elf- Druid [/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Coakley- Aramil- Eladrin - Warlord[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]***Niall (absent)- Sonea- Human - Wizard[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Ridh- Shadow Dancer- Eladrin - Avenger[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Rob- Torthen- Dwarf – Paladin[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Rob- Mikal- Human- Rogue[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]Ali- Adahan (Boomer) - Human- Swordmage[/I][/FONT] [FONT=Arial, sans-serif][I]NPC- Torrent- Human- Cleric[/I][/FONT] [I][COLOR=#000000][SIZE=3]Back [COLOR=White]In the ruined tower that serves as [/COLOR][/SIZE][/COLOR][/I][SIZE=3][COLOR=White]Diogeanese[/COLOR][/SIZE][COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]’s quarters the air is tense. The mage has spent all night trying to protect Gate Pass and now his patience is wearing a little thin.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Sonea can see her father needs a rest so gets to the point. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We think Shealis has the box. We need to get the box from her. Dad we need your help here[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil joins in. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We’ll be needing resources, anything you can provide us with[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Diogeanese nods and holds up a hand. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Fine, Fine. I happen to know for a fact she’s been prying into things that don’t concern her." He ticks of points on his fingers."She’s a Zaman. She’s got a solon for a familiar. What sort of warmage takes the risk of bonding a familiar? She has Gabal under her thumb. I can’t help directly you understand. What I can do however is help you get to her. I can create a globe of force around Shealis’s cottage, to prevent anyone entering or leaving; a ritual which I can conduct from the top of my tower. I will only drop it once I get a signal from you. All depends on whether you will confront Shealis[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Diogeanese watches them intently to judge their strength of resolve in their cause.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Sonea, Aramil and Torthen agree with the plan and discuss the finer details. Torthen advises he will give the signal. He will hang back while the others go ahead so seeing how the land lies. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The mage and his daughter set to work discussing the casting of the ritual. He explains to the others that he’s had a long night and may not be able to keep this up long. He will need Sonea’s help.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Totally unaware he has been given the slip, Boomer continues walking and talking to his missing companion. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Not far off, outside some of the lecturer’s cottages, Shadow sneaks quietly out from his hiding place in a bush. Within a minute or so, along one of the many paths, he enquires from a red robed man if he can point him towards Shealis. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Unfortunately for him he didn’t remember the warning to stay away from the red-robed wizards as they are on high alert just now. Though, he does look vaguely bemused when he is frog-marched back to Diogeanese’s tower under escort.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer hadn’t been far away and seeing Shadow under escort he follows at a distance, shaking his head.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]As Aramil and Torthen leave the tower to find Boomer and Shadow they too meet with the red-robed wizards escorting Shadow Dancer, and are held at wand tip and interrogated too. Security is imperative in times like these.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The senior red-robe wizard Orpheo raps on the door with intent; addressing Diogeanese about the matter at hand. The older mage explains as much as is needed and advises Orpheo that all is well. Sonea’s group are ushered back into the room once again, shutting out the snow and prying eyes.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Sighing deeply he turns to them “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I can see we may need an invisibility spell to get you there[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The dwarf hits on an idea “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You know they are all wearing red cloaks. If we wear some we can maybe walk around a bit less conspicuously, Diogeanese?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Look in my wardrobe[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” He points at an old solid oak-doored cupboard and waits a moment.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Do I have any?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” silence follows. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]No. I’m not a student[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Her patience obviously wearing thin, Sonea glares at her father’s sarcasm, prompting him a little.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]But I can get you some[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” He finishes.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal had been scouting and fighting around the City Walls all night and is now cold, wet and knackered, not to mention hungry. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dressed all in black, his face covered by a black silk scarf, he pads quietly back into the city with several other members of the Gate Pass military, loaded down with soot blackened weapons, including his precious chakram.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Arriving at the temple he seeks out Buron who quickly introduces him to Dara, who is tending the wounded.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Dara, this here is Mikal. Mikal, meet Dara[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Buron introduces the pair and moves them aside out of other’s earshot.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Buron continues and explains for Mikal’s benefit. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We’ve got some bad news. It would seem there is an Arcanis cell already in the city, here to kill off influential people. We only have Dara’s cell available to do anything about it[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dara advises that she will need to track down her companions and Buron assigns Mikal to aid her. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal gives his report of what he seen outside to Buron while Dara disappears to get kitted up.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Diogeanese and Sonea spend around twenty minutes sorting materials and preparing for the ritual. He points out which cottage belongs to Shealis before leaving for a few minutes to return with the cloaks.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Diogeanese reads instructions as to where things go while Sonea runs around acting as his hands- father and daughter, mage and assistant.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Leaning against a wall, Shadow Dancer stands nearby observing and writing down notes for his own future interest.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]There is a knock at the tower door. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Get that door will you![/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” Barks Diogeanese from above.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil walks over and finds Dara covered in snow and soaking wet. Next to her is a man dressed in black, scarf obscuring his face, looking much the same. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Now downstairs in the room with them Diogeanese is tired and can’t abide the cold. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Come in and shut that door![/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Both sorry figures enter as the mage eyes them up. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We don’t have enough red robes for this[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Torthen the dwarf makes a suggestion. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We can put robes on those who look like they should wear them. They can escort the others.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Quite quickly a discussion ensues over who looks like they should be wearing them.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Ignoring the argument, Aramil addresses Dara. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We are going to be heading down to see Shealis. You are going to be following us[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal steps in. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I am Mikal. From now on I shall be joining you. This is the word from our leader, Buron[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]You’ll be joining us? Any particular reason?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” Aramil raises a questioning eyebrow.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal quickly looks at the present company and judges them to be together. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Yes. You lot are to help us out here. The Arcanis have a small cell in the city and are targeting some high ranking officials. Naturally they asked me to come get you to help.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil nods. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]First we shall do our thing. Put on your cloak and we shall go get our wee blue box.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Description?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” enquires the black figure.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Sonea raises her voice. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You’ll know it when you see it. It glows[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]That is as much as we know[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Aramil makes it clear that’s the end of the conversation for now.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Diogeanese get’s to the point. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You need to be close to the walls or inside the cottage when I begin the orb. It will last for around twenty minutes, or as long as I can hold it. It is completely invisible. I will release the globe as soon as you come out and show the signal[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Cloaks are handed to Aramil, Torthen, Mikal and Dara as Boomer already wears a one. It’s only Shadow Dancer who doesn’t as he was the one who was caught before - the less attention from the red-robed wizards the better.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The escort leaves and takes a fairly straight forward route to the cottage. Boomer begins asking questions about the intended tactics. At this Shadow Dancer suggests that they walk in and ask for the box and negotiate by bluffing that they have the password. Aramil agrees but Torthen suggests that they bring the box out, use the password, therefore ensuing everyone is happy. It is pointed out by Boomer that there is no actual password. So any negotiations should avoid a situation where they are required to open the box there and then. Aramil affirms: “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Our plan is to get the box[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Assuming that Shealis doesn’t just attack us[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Dara states the obvious problem. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer nods. “As I said, w[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]e need tactics, as that fight in the crypt was abysmal[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil laughs at this. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I take it that you all missed my inspiring presence.” [/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]The dwarf chokes a laughing grunt. Aramil fires him a sharp look. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Shut it shorty![/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer sides with Aramil. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I suggest that we listen too and obey the warlord[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Thankyou.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” Aramil is grateful for some sense from someone.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dara suggests that as she has the ability to shapeshift into a handy small size such as a mouse, she could do a quick bit of scouting? [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]This leads to more discussion with Boomer suggesting that Dara steals the box if she can. Aramil suggests simply killing the wizard and searching her cottage for the box, and Shadow points out that everyone is assuming that the box is there, which infact it might not be.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Changing the subject slightly Shadow Dancer smiles. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Does Shealis have a cat?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dara smiles back and decides that a large spider will suffice for the needs of this expedition. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I’ll need someone to get me in close in my more diminutive form[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Mikal offers to sneak close enough to get her to the thatched roof, thus letting the others stay out of the way. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Someone sniggers, making the comical suggestion of Mikal just using his chakram to get Dara there- a flying spider. The druidess rolls her eyes as such nonsense.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil grunts about humans being a bunch of "shaved f****g monkeys. He gets everyone to quit it and split as they are starting to look conspicuous.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal and Dara move on with the druidess dipping into a bush to shed her clothes and shapeshift into a large black spider with velvet red-tipped hairs and glistening black eyes.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Scuttling up and under the thatch of the cottage, Dara finds her way onto a beam and along onto a suitable vantage point to dangle from. She finds the whole cottage seems to be only one room- one door in and out, and one closet with a fiery red glow from beneath its door. The walls are lined in bookcases with shelves covered in the usual magical academic clutter. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The room’s occupant is a tall woman in her late twenties/early thirties. Blonde hair braided back from her temples to keep the thick of her mane at her back. She’s scantily dressed, in Dara’s opinion, as her svelte figure is dressed in long flowing layers of near transparent purple silk, emphasised by a purple wrap around her ample bosom. She sits at a table facing the door into the cottage, a wand close by her fingertips, which drum at the table as though she is waiting for someone.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dara is happy she has seen enough and quickly returns to her clothes then Mikal with the rest of the group. She explains that there is only one room- one door in and out, and what appears to be one cupboard door, with the fiery red glow. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer suggests he may be the one that is expected. So he should just go and talk to her. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Mikal asks if there could be extra rooms inside the wall or extra-dimensionally? If mages are capable of this would it not be advantageous to a mage not just to have an extra room and a bolt hole but even a whole extra cottage?[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The tendency to break into discussion is ensuing again. Shadow simply rolls his eyes and begins walking to the door. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]He knocks firmly. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Come in[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Replies a female voice.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The door opens to reveal the purple swathed woman looking serene but intent on the men in her doorway. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Come in gentlemen and stay along the walls. No funny moves[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” She indicates with an immaculate finger the wall in front of her for the benefit of Aramil, Shadow Dancer, Boomer and Torthen as they file in.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Dara and Mikal remain outside as they had stepped aside when Shadow had moved off with clear intentions of knocking on the door.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis inspects Shadow Dancer from her seat. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]I believe you have been expecting me[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shadow is unruffled under the gaze.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]She nods an affirmative and enquires about the nature of the negotiations Shadow Dancer indicated he wished to enter into while being interrogated by the Solon at the depository.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Outside Mikal has sneaked along one of the walls to try and peer into a window. Dara is pressed against the other wall next to another window. Looking up she sees the tower and two figures giving off the distinct feeling of confusion and expectation. She gives the signal to Sonea and Diogeanese to begin the orb. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow knows with his insight that Shealis can’t be intimidated, infact it would be counterproductive, so he relaxes and leans against the wall. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]So you do know what we are here to talk about[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil remains quiet. Just watching how things play out. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Torthen interjects. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]With regards to the item we are talking about. I realise that you have it and you know what we are talking about. You haven’t been able to open it or see inside it?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]That is correct. This is the reason we are here to negotiate is it not?”[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3] Shealis gives a short smile and looks back at Shadow Dancer who advises “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I have ssured our privacy[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]I have assured this also[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Nods Shealis.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer speaks up. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You know it’s been agreed by many that Gate Pass is independent today because Zama stepped in to prevent it’s conquest by the Imperium before, to provide a buffer for it's own borders. Gate Pass was left as a neutral territory at that point as the Imperium wasn’t in a position to go to war with Zama. Would it not be in the common interest of Gate Pass and Zama to keep the Imperium out of the city again? So we should consider working together in the matter of the box.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis listens. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I concede that keeping the Imperium out of Gate Pass was in Zama’s interests at the time but Zama has been expecting the Imperium to break the treaty all along. We have had forty years to prepare for the day the Imperium would go to war. Gate Pass is no longer so vital to Zaman interests, though of course its continued independence is still desirable[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Exactly what is it you plan to do with the box?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” asks Aramil.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis explains a little. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]The box will come with me to Zama, to be studied by Zaman wizards at the temple of Yhellos. There the information within be studied. Zama wants Gate Pass to be independent. We are happy to share the information we find. I have other points I would like to discuss otherwise I wouldn’t be here[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer looks at Shealis. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]I am obviously a stranger in this world. Does Zama need to remain uninvolved in this current war?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” Shadow Dancer tries to imply that there would be trouble if the resistance were to permit knowledge that Zama has the box to reach the Arcanum.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Actually I think you’ll find that the Arcanum and ourselves have been involved in a :):):) for tat espionage exchange for the better part of forty years. It would come as no surprise to them. In any case, we fully expect to be in a state of open war with the Imperium very shortly. When they are finished with Gate Pass they will surely focus their attentions on the Protectorate[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shealis watches the bodies of those in front of her, their stance, breath and eyes.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Torthen continues. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Even so, given the situation with the box that you have acknowledged, I wonder would it be all that advantageous to you for the Arcanum to know that you are in possession of it. What are you willing to give for them not to know? That you have been withholding it and the information and secrets within it?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis laughs quietly at the attempts of diplomacy. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Well [/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3][B]I[/B][/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3] don’t have the box in my possession. So ultimately [/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3][B]I[/B][/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3] wouldn’t care if they knew. But yes, ultimately the Arcane Imperium could move against me as an individual if they knew my colleagues and I personally had the box.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Torthen nods. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]So the fact is that you are personally at risk and could be assassinated[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]...” [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Comes with the job[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shealis finishes his statement. She is beginning to grow cold with this line of questioning.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer speaks again. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We are aware of the political situation between the two Empires...[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]” Shealis noticeably stiffens at the insinuation that Zama is an “Empire”, but Boomer does not realise why. “...[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]and that we are a buffer. We know we won’t get through this war without loss. We can make sacrifices however[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis looks pointedly at him. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Really? What sacrifices would you be willing to make?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer continues. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We would be willing for one member of the Zaman Empire[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]...” Shealis flinches again and grits her teeth. “... [/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]to accompany us to the Lyceum, an ally of Gate Pass, where we shall have the box examined by the most highly regarded magical school in the Known World[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer is not entirely sure but thinks he has upset her. What he does not realise is that Zama is called a “protectorate” for a reason – they are non-expansionist and see themselves as the last vestige of the ancient Punic culture which they are sworn to preserve. Zama has never started a foreign war in all its existence. Boomer does not realise this, but Aramil, Shadow Dancer and Torthen most certainly do.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White] [/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer tries to smooth things over, stating that the party is in a position of strength and would like to bargain.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis seems dubious about the strength of Gate Pass’s negotiating position but allows them to continue.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]You can’t open it[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” States Torthen.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]How do you know we can’t? The Sacred Band and the Eighty have many powerful wizards among them[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shealis asks.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer successfully deduces that she herself has no idea how to open it. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You ‘can’t’ open it.[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer tries again, pointing out that Gate Pass is willing to make fairly hefty concessions to share information and that it is still in Zama’s interests to keep the city as a buffer. The box might contain information that helps the city hold out longer.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Looking slightly puzzled Shadow speaks. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]You say that were it to become known Zama has the box it would not lead to a deepening of hostilities? Would the box not contain information about where the vanished Dictator has gone? In which case would it not be preferable to take the box where there are wizards most likely able to open it?”[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3] He suggests that there are wizards in Lyceum who know the password to open the box.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]You are correct and it may have information about this “disappearance”- or maybe even more valuable information[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shealis agrees.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer continues. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]So if someone of Zama were to accompany us to the Lyceum- keeping it out of Zama for now- we get it open and share the information, this would be acceptable?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis agrees in principle but has conditions. No one in the room disagrees with this.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Ok, so the conditions are to guarantee the safety of the person going. We would like a hostage in return to undergo a ritual linking the hostage to their representative. What befalls one will befall the other.”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Looks fly around the group at this. Torthen takes a half step forward, so volunteering himself. He offers some heroic words in support of his decision.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Very well then under these conditions it is agreed. I shall not be accompanying you as I am needed in the city but one of my trusted colleagues will go with you and the box to the Lyceum[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Shealis smiles at her negotiation so far. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]We have no wish to antagonise Gate Pass and we are willing to share this information. I will however accompany you to the box's location, where the exchange of blood samples between the envoy and the hostage will occur so that they are linked. Then the box shall be handed over to your keep[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]ing.”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Boomer agrees for everyone. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]These terms are agreeable[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shealis offers that if they want to discuss their decision then they are to go ahead. She opens the closet door revealing a flaming bird man. Before entering she points out that all her possessions have wards.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]The dwarf turns to the others looking grim. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]First off if I’m being exchanged so none of you touch the envoy![/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]Of course! It would not be in Gate Pass’s interests[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Assures Boomer.[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Shadow Dancer smirks, he can hardly contain it. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Cold feet so soon?”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Torthen grunts. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]No, merely an inclining of what you lot are like[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3]Aramil looks innocent. “[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]Trust us?[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3]”[/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [COLOR=White][I]“[/I][I][SIZE=3]As far as I can comfortably... never mind[/SIZE][/I][I][SIZE=3].” Torthen shakes his head and grumbles to himself. [/SIZE][/I][/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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