|DM Master of Eternal Night|
Prologue - Virlych – Chamber of the Eternal Council
As Kisara takes her seat Lener boldly strides to a seat, luckily guessing the correct one.
Make Will saving throws DC of 15. If you fail, you fail to hear the rest of this post too busy wrestling with controlling these voices.
Zura the Succubus raises her hand, "Rise Thulmerë, you are standing here precisely because of how well you have served and lead".
The Pit Fiend speaks voice rumbling in its chest, "Never before has a Mortal sat upon a Throne of the Eternal Council. This is highly unusual..."
Thuvia slams her fist on her throne, "I don't care who sits on that Throne a slinking Nosferatu, a foul son of Jerunsen, or Shelyn herself. I want answers and I want them now!"
The Daughter of Urgathoa ignores Thuvia's outburst, "Unusual but then this is an unusual meeting. Not since Zura was a Mortal has such an event taken place, Thuvia, while once again uncouth is right, let us proceed to the business at hand, Drakina?"
Drakina speaks, "My Lords and Ladies of the Eternal Night, I do indeed have news of the upmost importance. This incident on the Devil's Elbow was not mere random act. Instead it was a deliberate act. I have learned that it was my people, the drow who caused the destruction on the island".
Autosucceed on the sense motive
Murnau silently observes the outbursts of the Council members, hiding a sly smile. He wasn't sure what happened to the theee as they sat in the thrones.
He telepathically has Caligo relay a message to Emperor Ruithvein.
(Assuming answer is affirmative)
He clears his throat, just loud enough for those listening to hear, and begins to speak in his charming, silly voice, "Lady Drakina, if I may inquire, how does this warrant a full assembly of the Council? Yes, an island was demolished, and it disrupted a great number of plots, but what is done is done. The Drow have rarely paid any heed to the sunlit realms, and even the fall of Azlant itself barely affected us- as can be seen by those present. I know you were hoping for some great outcry from those assembled, but I find myself asking, why do we care? Whether the obliteration of Devil's Elbow was mere chance or caused by the dark elves, how does this concern us? It has happened, and will soon pass into myth and legend, as does everything. We will continue, as we have always."
His piece said, he returns to his place at the Emperor's hand, hoping for some conclusive answers.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20
"The Drow?" Allizsah said as she raised an eyebrow. "Murnau brings up an interesting point. Those of my mother's kin have never turned their attention to the surface like this before. But as for why it would concern us, I have a feeling we'll be told shortly. Oh my Goddess, what is it the Drow have done? What are they planning, and why is it we care?" She asked.
Auto success on the Sense Motive
Veldrin chuckles "You are very short sighted, aren't you Murnau? Allow me to try and explain this for you. The Drow. Did this. Intentionally. If you can not see the the implications of that, than I feel sorry for you."
Murnau meets Veldrin's gaze.
"What's the worst they could do? Destroy all of Golarion? Bring around a second Starfall? We survived the first, we will survive another. Indeed, a new Age of Darkness would be nothing if beneficial to us- I have heard you do not fear sunlight, but the rest of us lose one of our few weaknesses in the absence of the Day Star, and the Drow have no interest in destroying the entirety of Golarion- such an act would ensure their own demise, which few save Rovagug cultists desire. Please do enlighten me, Veldrin, as I have rarely turned my gaze towards Sekamina. What could the Drow possibly be plotting, or even do, that might threaten those present today?"
"I never said they posed a thread to us, did I? Nor did my Mistress. You just said it yourself, a second Age of Darkness would be beneficial to us. You are correct, the sun does nothing to me, but it does destroy or weaken many of the minions I am fond of, and of course, it would destroy my Lady, and others I consider companions. However, a blotting out of the sun, perhaps even permanently, would be a most wondrous occurrence, would it not? What would you do, master Ruthven, to walk the surface world as you please, never needing to ever shun the 'daytime' hours again?"
Auto success sense motive.
Thulmerë rises at the beckon of Zura's avatar.
"Your words bring me honor, my Lady. I'm thankful that I've served you well thus far and for you life you given me, my Queen and my Siress." He said with a sense of pride, one might swear that Thulmerë is getting soft.
Thulmerë looks to Murnau with a bewildered expression.
" Didn't affect us? are you mad?! The Starfall caused the most powerful human civilization and it's rogue state Thassilon to crumble, the most powerful mages to go into hiding, including Zutha."
Thulmerë looks around the room,"Perhaps Thessing is right, maybe our Aboleth fore bearers have driven me mad. The Writing is clearly on the wall. The Drow are trying to recreate the starfall to blot out the sun, allowing them to use the confusion and the darkness to slay their topside kin. I say let them do it, We've always manipulated events from the shadows, only this might we won't need to hide from the light."
Will save: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Saban winces at Thuvia's outburst, but remains silent. For now, the wisest thing he can do is keep his mouth shut.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 yay
Lener rises from his seat and sits on the ground, cross-legged. "Those chairs are extremely uncomfortable, I'll have you know."
"But that talk of wondrous occurrence seems rather short-sighted to me. I don't claim to be an expert, a master strategist or anything, but I grew up a farmer, and I remember that plants need sun to survive. Without sun, there are no plants, and without plants there are no animals, and that includes humans and other food sources. Or will we have the surface folks live on mushrooms like the drow?"
As Murnau answers, he lookes to each of those who have spoken, starting with Veldrin, "Ah, but you see my point. Let the Drow have their fun. What I fail to see is why it is such a great concern to the Eternal Council. We will survive. I, for one, do not fear falling rocks. As long as our coffins are not completely obliterated- an easy enough fate to avoid if we are careful and prepared. And yes, the greatest human civilization crumbled. None in this room can still claim to be human. And, as you say, it is far easier to stay in the shadows when there is no light. And the Drow, surely, have no interest in destroying themselves. They can serve as food if need be, or we can serve other chattel their mushrooms- I, for one, care not what our broken thralls have to sustain themselves upon. If worst comes to worst, we can always use magic to sustain ourselves or our thralls. Once again, the point remains, why do we concern ourselves so greatly with the actions of the Drow?"
I may not be pure blooded, but I know this: when a Drow does something there's usually a reason... What happened, and what has it caused? I heard tale of a fallen star... Why would they do this?
Veldrin forces a sigh "It's a weapon, you thickheaded fool! I had no idea you were this dense! If we can either take control of the drow who divined the means to enact such a ritual, or duplicate it ourselves, we have perhaps the ultimate weapon with which to threaten or outright obliterate our foes!"
Murnau raises a finger, and smiles a grim smile, "Be careful who you call a fool. I am aware this is a weapon, and see incredible value in it. Once again, I fail to see the... urgency required of this matter. Perhaps I was unclear before, but I merely cannot understand why this, of all matters, requires this immediate response. We have a mortal sitting in one of the Eternal Thrones, and another who prefers the floor! This Council has not seen such irregularity in millennia, and the drow are nearly as patient as we are. My questions are as much to facilitate discussion as they are to inquire. If this were a simple matter, it would already be resolved. Only a truly complex plot would ensure this level of action from all the families."
Keep in mind, I'm basically trying to play a politician with no experience in the matter. Murnau has had thousands of years to refine his art. I... have not. So, sorry some of this is coming across rough.
Will-1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Bluff-1d20 + 22 ⇒ (9) + 22 = 31
Kisara feels the power ride her hard and fights her pen body to a stand still, gritting her teeth to the point that her delicate little fangs puncture her tongue. She contents herself with smoothing out her dress and listening to the others speak, having missed the initial interaction, and not wanting to let people know, by opening her mouth and saying something stupid.
As Murnau spoke she glanced over her shoulder at Zelic, gesturing for him to attend her a moment, before whispering to the man.
"This seat is heady stuff dear. I missed her initial speech. Catch me up?" Her voice is pitched for his ears and his alone.
|Zelic of Jair|
Zelic steps forward answering Kisara's call, and hears her request. Quietly, he whispers his response to only her ears.
"Some godly posturing, talk of who's worthy to sit on thrones, and most importantly: Mistress Drakina seems convinced the Drow themselves pulled the stones from the sky-- on purpose. Oh, and Murnau the Spider appears as wily as we've heard. He's playing the fool right now, I think, and it's getting the others riled up. He's got lesser of them on edge, that's for sure, and they've almost embarrassed their families a time or two. And they might still yet. Watch out for that one, dear sister."
Zelic stays as long as Kisara has questions, and then returns to his place behind the throne with a bow to his sister and the others.
Does Veldrin see anything magical coming from the chairs? He has constant Detect Magic
1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28 Perception to overhear the convo between Kisara and Zelic. It's a DC 15 to hear a whispered convo.
Veldrin chuckles at Zelic's presumptions. "Yes, the Spider is wily indeed, though I am unsure if his foolishness is an act. Clearly, there is much more going on that what we have been told. I am merely pointing out that I think it unwise to allow such power to reside in the hands of my brethren for longer than is necessary. Yes, my people are indeed patient, but it would appear that has run out. After all, why test the ritual, if you do not plan to start using it soon, yes?"
|DM Master of Eternal Night|
Prologue - Virlych – Chamber of the Eternal Council
The Succubus who is Zura speaks, "Indeed Drakina and Rogavia are correct. We have called this Conclave to discuss the strategy for obtaining this power for ourselves.
With it we can..."
The Pit Fiend who is Ruithvein retorts, "Bury it so deep none else will find it".
The Daughter of Urgathoa who is Urgathoa retorts, "Use it to blot out the sun!"
Sivanshin has a smug look, "In less than five minutes this has already degenerated into a scheme to destroy the world. The world is fine as it is, this is unnecessary!"
Aldamori responds, "I can think of a few places I would wish to see re-organized..."
Drakina speaks or attempts to but she is cut off.
Thuvia blurts out, "Blot out the sun! My Goddess, what a wonderful idea!"
Count Duncan responds, "Malkistra is led by the brutes among us and even they can see the sheer stupidity in seeking to blot out the sun!"
The Mazeflesh man opens his mouth and speaks much to the shock of all in attendance. His voice an odd collection of perhaps four or five voices each with different pitch and tone making him sound like he looks, a mess, "Now you all see, the reason for this emergency meeting. The Council must decide what to do next and who to have do it".
"Please! Please! Allizsah called out as she stepped foreword. "Let us agree upon one thing, this power needs to be removed from the hands of the Drow." She said with a small nod. She looked to Grym as she began speaking once more "This one has stated what all in one form or another agree with. Either it is to be controlled by this Council or removed from this world completely." She stepped foreword as she turned to address all within the Council. "But it will not matter what we wish to do with it unless we have it. Why not see if we can return it here then choose what to do with it when the point could not become moot?"
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"Why not blot out the sun? I may have slept some time during the Age of Darkness, humans are still around no? They adapted, there is magic to supply their food and sunlight. In fact, during the Darkness, didn't Dwarves and orcs rushed out of the ground. What's to say the other denizens deep in the earth won't do the same, there is plenty for us to feast upon in this world. We're THE apex predators." Retorts Thulmerë to his fellow vampires, demons and deities in the council chamber as he paces back and forth.
"Even the Aboleths weren't able to blot the sun forever, given our immortally we can use this chaos to consolidate our reach, acquire more power and pull the string as we have for millennia. We can reshape the world as we see fit, or hide this power and maintain the status quo." He proposes to the council.
Murza scoffs. If the sun is blotted out what would happen to our food? If the sun stopped warming the earth and giving them life? They would perish, then what? What of us, who rely on their blood for our own life? If they die, we die, you cannot deny it... They need the sun, like we need their blood. Sure, there are races that survive without the sun, but their blood is fowl. Poisonous.
"There is plenty of food in this world and beyond. This event has happened before. I'm "living" proof of such. Some will die if the sun were to be blotted, but the strong will survive as they have before. They would make for better breeding stock and thus food." Thulmerë Tells Murza
Don't doubt my knowledge young one. I've been around almost as long as time its self.
Thulmerë remains silent, waiting for his fellow vampires to chime in or hear from the councilors.
Murnau coldly watches the proceedings with a penetrating stare.
"I agree with Thulmerë. We do not need to worry about our food supply. Let them eat the mushrooms of the Drow, or merely bind an angel to serve as a source of blood. We will survive, as we have always. However, I see no need to assume we will use it at once. We have stood in the shadows for so long, patience is, as always, our greatest ally. We wait for the perfect time to strike, such an opportunity shall present itself, as always."
Veldrin again laughs "Silly children, long have my kind mastered a type of artificial soil that mimics the properties of dirt enriched by the sun. This allows plant life that relies on that celestial object to flourish in a benighted land."
He lets that sink in. "You are all aware of the nation of Geb, to the south, across the sea, yes? They are land of undead, ruled and served by those with that 'affliction'. Their fields are tended by zombies and skeletons, while mortals are mere chattel, kept only to feed those whose hunger cannot be slated by normal foodstuff. If that nation can survive, and flourish, by such means, than so can any other."
Murza looks at the older vampire and frowns. in my life.... I have never seen the sun. Not once. I know now that it would kill me... But I know how important it is. Ask any druid and they will tell you... her thoughts are filled with venom, although on the surface her face is stone.
What I'm saying is this: what will they eat? When all food is gone, they will starve. The earth will grow cold, and they will freeze. Sure, we can have another age of darkness, let it be dark for a few decades, then bring the sun back, then blot it out again later. But if we where to black it out forever, you could destroy us all. Besides, we all know there are beings out there that would seek to take the power for themselves. And they can do it.... I say we destroy it... That no-one has this power. Power corrupts, and too much will only destroy us. Or be damned when the demon lords come knocking on your doors...
"Dwarves are slow and stupid, Humans are blind and do not notice our passing. Elves are too cocky and longlived to ever fear us and the Half races are all a mix of what I have already listed. The denizens of the dark, the Svirf, the Drow, the Duregar, these races are not careless, they are not blind or stupid. They are cunning, black hearted and cruel. They are closer to us ourselves than anything that dwells on the surface. We are currently top of the food chain, why would we seek to invite others to the surface when we can stay as we are and keep profiting, as we have been, for millennia?" Kisara countered, arching an eyebrow at Thulmere, before turning to Zelic.
"The Drow is right. If his brethren are testing this weapon then they intend to use it. If the Council intend to send people to retrieve it, we must be part of that number brother. If only to make sure that the wishes of the Council are acted on accordingly!" She did not bother to whisper, or to hide the note of excitement from her voice.
Kisara stood, turning to the Council. "Send me, send my brother. We speak for Jair. You trust us to keep your secrets now trust us to be your hand in this. We will head up the team or teams that go to collect this weapon and bring it back to you. We are loyal to our master and this would be his will"
Thulmerë looks to Veldrin and back to his granddaughter Murza.
"Power corrupts?" Thulmerë cracks up and begins to laugh.
"Veld if I didn't know any better, your little Murza has the mettle to become the first vampiric paladin."
Thulmerë walks to Murza, looking down at the child, then bend a knee to address her at eye level.
"I don't mean to belittle you, you have a point young one, but consider this. Along ago when my people charged into the Darklands to battle the Serpentfolk, they lived underground despite being cold-blooded. This world if full of powerful magic that goes beyond the scope of nature, magic placed there by begins more powerful and ancient than Zura, I or anyone in this room. The Vaults of Orv, have you heard of them? Ancient artificial vaults that contain biomes of all sort: oceans, rainforests, deserts. All filled with artificial sunlight, if we capture this vaults deep underground, well we can grow all our livestock there."
"Perhaps you're right about the order of things Kisara, so thought the Serpentfolk and they're all but practically gone. As with all life, it perishes and something takes its place. In any case we would add them to our numbers, feed and manipulate their governments, be it Svirfneblin, duerguar, morlock or sleeping god. As we have and will continue to do." Thulmerë presented his case.
"My goal is to awaken more of my kind, or better yet. Turn the Runelords into vampires. With such magical might we could accomplish anything. Now I appear to be rambling." Thulmerë dusts himself off, embarrassed.
Thulmerë turns to the council, standing confidently.
"I've served this House and council for millennia, send me. I've traveled into the vast expanses of the Darklands before, I've witness the star fall and I can feel its power through my bones."
Veldrin shrugs a bit apologetically "Apparently, I have been too focused on my necromantic studies, and have failed in some of my granddaughter's teachings."
He turns to Muzra "Dear child, you realize one of those very demon lords, well Lady, you speak of sits right here, on this council? Lady Zura, who along with Nocticula have long been patrons to our kind, mortal and immortal alike. They knocked, eons ago, and not only did we let them in, but we embraced them, bade them welcome, and became dear friends."
He then speaks to his oldest of friends "Thul, you have likely forgotten in that dusty attic you call a head, but I originally hail from one of the Vaults, the Black Desert specifically. I have sailed the Sightless Sea, experimented in the Land of Black Blood, and explored the Midnight Mountains. While many could suit our purposes, should we go down this path of forever blotting out the sky, it is to Deep Tolguth we must look and seek to conquer."
And then Thul mentions something that sparks true interest in the ancient necromancer "That's rather intriguing, the wakening of the Runelords, and having them join our number. We shall talk about this more in private my old friend."
"Dusty attic you say? What happened to respecting your elders? Between Ydersius' venmon, tumbling into Caltherium's lake of black blood and surviving the apocalypse. You think I could get a break? You're like my third wife Veld. Yes the black desert, home of House Shraen. Thulmerë shrugs and sends a venomous smile towards Veldrin.
I swear, I love the elf but one of these centuries.
"Deep Tolguth? Here I was thinking of returning to the old capital Sverenagati in Sekamina, and turning the sleeping Serpent mages. We shall talk more about it them and the Runelords in my chambers tonight."
Rosalind bends knee behind Voracia, and speaks softly, her head near the ancient one's ear.
"Mistress. Time is the enemy of all things, and we are no exception. While we plot grand strategy, time passes. While they bicker, time passes. While some wait for the perfect moment, time passes. When we are dust, and our world is dust, and the sun we fear so much is dust, time will continue on. If the drow have done this thing, and I do not doubt they have, then we must move more quickly not less. Our enemies, numerous and fleeting, will not have our patience. They are more keenly wed to time, and will heed her beating drum. They will move, are moving, and one of them at least already has this weapon.
Let the council sit and decide what is to be done with the weapon, whatever form it takes, but before we can use the weapon we must first possess it. Surely there is agreement there. You could send a group of us to retrieve it, and discuss the use to which it might be put when it returns."
She keeps her place of deference to her mistress, but her eyes are alert as they travel across the council and guests.
The idea that the vampire council might argue over which enemy to smite with space rocks first for the entire duration of this campaign amuses me greatly.
"Aye, Deep Tolguth, home of megafauna, dinosaurs, and a true artificial sun. If any of the vaults is best suited for the purposes of growing food, be it crops or animals to feed the mortals, it's Deep Tolguth." Veldrin says. In his mind, the matter of obtaining this weapon has already been settled, and now it was just about what to do with it once they had it in their possession.
"If I may request. I would gladly accompany Thulmerë if allowed." Allizsah said with a smile as she crossed her arms before looking over to Veldrin and Murza. He expression had changed to one of unimpressed. "That isn't something I thought I'd ever hear from your kin Veldrin... you must be so disappointed."
"Yes, as this dear one states. Just as I did. Allow a group to retrieve this power and then settle upon what should be done with it. After all if we cannot even retrieve this power then we may not be able to use it at all and destroying it would be the only option." Allizsah pointed out as she nodded to Rosalind.
|DM Master of Eternal Night|
Prologue - Virlych – Chamber of the Eternal Council
"From the mouths of babes", Zura states. "I believe that the arguments of these younglings and Thulmerë are accurate we must retrieve the weapon first, what to do with it can take much time to decide".
Thuvia nods her head in agreement, "Indeed, I am in agreement. A team should be sent now and it should include my daughter!"
The Mazeflesh man nods non-commitally though he appears of all things weary.
Aubrey grunts, "This Council seeks stability, using this weapon would be a risky proposition. However, I agree that leaving it in the hands of any is a mistake. We have the wisdom to decide what, if anything, to do with it".
The Pit Fiend laughs, "Weapons have a tendency to give their owners delusions of grandeur and what you own ends up owing and controlling you. Despite my reservations, I agree the magic should be secured".
Ilnerik watches the debate between Thulmerë and Veldrin closely and remarks, "Indeed why don't we just wake the Whispering Tyrant while we are at it and assault the gates of the Seventh Heavens. What you suggest is just as reasonable.
I agree a force should be sent but to slay she who would wield it against us and destroy whatever magic even makes this impossibility possible".
Thesing shrugs, "I care not a whit either way. Magic holds no fascination for me unless it can be used to build. Send a strike force if you must but I nor any of my Family will attend to that task".
Count Duncan's fingers tap his chair, "I should like to see where this goes, I vote yes".
Zura looks to Drakina, "Of course you know my vote is to pursue this path..."
The Daughters of Urgathoa that channels Urgathoa speaks, "Jair represented by lesser members of the Family are seated in the Council chair and theirs is a vote to retrieve this weapon. What say you representtaives of the Jerunsen and Malkistra Families?"
"I still believe that hiding the sun and being forced to use magic to grow cattle is an asinine plan -thank you, by the way, Count Duncan, I appreciate the honesty- and will make life more unpleasant in the long term. At least for those of us who prefer to prey on healthy, nutritious peasants, without leaving a trace; I can understand that those who are turned on by their fear fetish, turned on by keeping defenseless victims, gloating on their terror of what's going to happen might like that."
"That said, let's grab this weapon, sure. Perhaps we'll finally manage to blast us all into oblivion and put an end to the charades."
Grym listens to the wave of conversation ebb and flow and then says we knew the council had come together for a purpose, that they had further need of clarity on the drow weapon, and as was said in the other room prior to this, would need to send someone to obtain the weapon for ourselves. I will go to do this thing. I could care less about any other prattle or conjecture. Only the will of the council matters and what they wish for this.
Saban listens intently to the conversation surrounding him, but continues his silence. He finally speaks when addressed by the Daughters of Urgathoa. "I will admit I am young and unsure of what should be done with this weapon, but I agree that it must be secured. I don't trust those Darkland dwellers farther than I can spit. My vote is yes." Having said his piece, Saban's eyes widen as he realizes the words he's just spoken. "I didn't- Master Veldrin, my apologies, I-I only meant the mortal races." He looks sheepishly between Veldrin and Murza.
Thulmerë bursts out laughing.
"Well well Veld, what does that say about you and I?"
Thulmerë looks over to Saban,"You have spirit, I will give you that. Forget about Veldrin and Murza, you best be apologizing to Lady Drakina. Otherwise you might end up undead sooner than your master will grant you."
Thulmerë addresses Ilnerik.
"Councilor Ilnerik, here I thought I was standing in a room with two Deities of Death and an Archduke of Hell. We're talking about potentially controlling the very force that caused the very Runelords to hide away. If they're sleeping and were turned. They would certainly be valuable to whomever awoke them and the very council which you're sitting on. If they refused well, they would sleep forevermore. Aren't your "pathfinders" always looking for lost treasure? Seems it could be a very lucrative venture."
Murnau watches the group with a cold, calculating gaze as he assesses those talking.
The half-orc is interesting he notes, self-destructive, impulsive, and foolish, of course, but interesting. The mortal is unsure of himself, and needs to bolster his confidence if he wants to avoid being torn to shreds. While his tongue could be curbed, he at least recognizes his missteps. Yes... he shows promise. The drow do seem to have their own agendas, and the little one at least has recognized her lack of political mastery. Thulmerë, however, could prove a powerful ally.... or a mighty foe. I must keep an eye on that one.
Sorry if Murnau comes across a little.... rude, but he rarely considers anyone an equal. He's conniving, manipulative, smug and at least very narcissistic. I'm still adjusting to the character as well, which is why some of what he says seems... off.
Saban Wright wrote:I show promise! You mean it? :bYou'll make a great undead minion one day!
More or less this. Remember, Murnau's world has three kinds of people: slaves/food, allies, and enemies. He recognizes you have very little experience, but as you're willing to hastily apologize to not accidentally offend those more powerful than you, and appreciates you recognize and acknowledge your inexperience. That allows you to avoid the slave/food category, but not quite make it into either of the others.
Oh a new potential Rival or Frienemy, not things are getting interesting. I'm having the same issue figuring out Thul. I want him to be arrogant,opulent and imperial on account of his racial purity among other reason. Yet cunning enough not to let him arrogance lead him astray, he's lived long enough to know that.
Now now, we should share our food and not play with it. :)
Just kidding, should be interesting were all of this will lead to.
The old statement of curiosity and the cat, where does Allizsah fall within those three Murnau?
"Either way we have the answer of the Jerunsen family." Allizsah said as she crossed her arms. "Though some have already offered to make the journey, how many will be sent if all are in agreement I wonder? The tiefling thought out loud as her fingers tapped her elbow.
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|DM Master of Eternal Night|
Prologue - Virlych – Chamber of the Eternal Council
Zura and Urgathoa laugh at the suggestion of Murza as the Ruithvein Pit Fiend speaks. "It is settled, the Council while perhaps not unanimous in intent is unanimous in the short term goal, retrieval of the weapon is the priority.
Lady Drakina, as you will be leading this Expedition to the Darklands city of your former peoples, whom do you wish to bring with you?"
Drakina shakes her head, "I will not lead, this task falls to my agent Veldrin d'Shraen. No doubt he wishes to bring his own Childe Murza.
I would have along with him those who are skilled in Diplomacy. Murnau Ruthven and Rosalind Thuvia shall answer that call. Such a pity Lady Urgathoa that there are none among your family available to attend to us on this journey. Instead, I would send along an advisor, one more ancient than but a few in this room, Thulmerë Harzhor I believe that you were asked to attend this meeting for just that reason. Finally, one does not journey to a city full of Priestesses without bringing one of their own, at least not one who is wise, Allizsah Dravonie shall be the last among those that will receive the honor and glory of completing those task.
The rest of those assembled are worthy Family members but as the task does not call for raining death upon the drow, you would be better suited to dwell upon the surface until such time that your Masters may need you.
Those selected, find rooms here at the Tower of Sidisi, and get rest this coming day. Tomorrow you shall be given the specifics of your assignment".
"Very well", states Zura. "Those remaining may travel to Sidstalav, lodging there will be sufficient to meet your needs for the day. You may of course choose whatever house you like to stay in. Your travel arrangements are your own prerogative".
The Council disbands.
For those of you still on chairs, the voices cease.
Vampire Lords vanish into nothingness as mist, brimsone and fire, gas, via magic or in many cases more mundane means but all vacate the Council Chamber with nary a comment more.
Veldrin, Murza, Murnau, Rosalind, Thulmere, and Allizsah will remain here in the thread - The Quest for Eternal Night. Exit the Chamber and continue to RP among yourselves.
Grym, Helt, Lener, Kisara, Saban, and Zelic report to - THIS Dicussion thread.
Thulmerë bows to council men.
"I will not fail you Lady Zura and Lady Drakina."
Thulmerë gathers around with his fellow agents. "It has been years since I've been in the Darklands, just like old times Veld? I've always wanted a Drow concubine, I will be sure to bring back some souvenirs." Thulmerë smiles and chuckles to himself.
Veldrin flashes his old friend a fang-filled grin "Was my Lady not good enough for you Thul?"
He looks to Muzra "I must admit child, I am rather disappointed. You did not comport yourself in that meeting as I had hoped. Do better, or I will end you." He utters the dark promise with no malice or anger.