"I can't imagine any one of us would turn down your sword and services, Irabeth." She looks at Konstantin as though debating something, but says nothing and looks back to the informal council.Irabeth lets out a breath that she may not have realized she was holding.
Roshan uncharacteristically steps forward. His hand goes out towards Iribeth, followed by two fists in front with thumbs pointed together, they arc back and to the sides coming together again in front of his chest. He points down at the floor.
Only to be caught surprised but the dissent from the mute man.
"Yeah, I think that one was part of this too," Chancre rubs at his temples. "I read all those papers, but my memory's not what it once was. I wouldn't call that wasted time."
"I am game for attempting the impossible. What can you tell us about Khorramzadeh, Minagho, the Grey Garrison, the wardstone, anything that will help."
Aravashnial considers the question, while Quendys starts to answer. "From what little information that we've been able to garner, it doesn't seem like the upper echelon of the demons are in the hold and wait pattern in Old Kenabres. Their was no sign of the balor within hours of the attack."
Aravashnial breaks in, "I suspect he did not want to risk Terendelev's resurrection," the elf shakes his head, "since her body was also taken."
Quendys pauses, then continues, only the tapping of his fingers on the hard wood of the table indicating his opinion of the interruptions. "Although there have been indications of succubi, no reports have trickled in of a lilthu demon. From her reputation, I'd suspect that were she here she would be unable to resist the urge of reinacting her previous bloodshed."
A very long pause, then the old man looks at Irabeth, "Right now that should be one of our concerns, it would be far too easy for someone to come here in disguise to slaughter those who can not defend themselves."
Irabeth chimes in, "I've been to the Garrison often enough that I can draw a map, although I'm sure there has been some redecoration since the wardstone exploded."
"As for the wardstones," Quendys adds, "They are divine artifacts, which is not my or Aravashnial's strong suit. I know that they were placed and powered by a number of Iomeadae's faithful including her herald during the first crusade, but not much more."
Aravashnial adds, "In the texts I've read the wardstone here at Kenabres was the first, which would be a good reason for them to use it in their attempt to twist or defense to their advantage."
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chavamana wrote:The elf nods, "I will recreate it for you." The blind elf's smile tinges on hunter, "I've gotten better since I did it, actually. The new one will be better.""Good," says Konstantin. "I plan to kill him. Eventually."
Quendys scoffs. Anevia eyes glance over at the old human, sharpening again, before returning to the group.
Aravashnial's face breaks into a smile, "I've said we need more aggressive tactics for ages." This time it is Quendys that shoots an annoyed look, with Aravashnial blissfully unaware on the receiving end.