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"Ah yes - thy allies. Never fear - our lord Apsu will protect them well; and if by some chance they suffer, we shall surely avenge them." Anuk-su says, patting you gently on the knee.

"Meanwhile - while we art here - what is thy plan on the nation as a whole? As leader of these citizens folk, thou certainly have much to consider on these matters, eh?" she asks you with wide eyes.

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”I should think – of the Fey Forest – the best recourse would be to simply state your intentions; then bend them to thy will – or break them all to pieces. This seems the logical way for folk like us – folk of power. Still – thou art often more compassionate than I in such matters. I suppose I shall acquiesce to thy ideals in this matter,” she says.

”As for this ‘Grymm’? What is the best course with him – I think I should simply order him – it is his place to obey in this matter, eh?” she asks.

Naturally the bonus has been calculated – Anuk-su is being much less obnoxious then she may otherwise be. Of course – you’ve seen it already – she’s been a peach – considering…

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”I should think – of the Fey Forest – the best recourse would be to simply state you intentions; then bend them to thy will – or break them all to pieces. This seems the logical way for folk like us – folk of power. Still – thou art often more compassionate then I in such matters. I suppose I shall acquiesce to thy ideals in this matter,” she says.

”As for this ‘Grymm’? What is the best course with him – I think I should simply order him – it is his place to obey in this matter, eh?” she asks.

Naturally the bonus has been calculated – Anuk-su is being much less obnoxious then she may otherwise be. Of course – you’ve seen it already – she’s been a peach – considering…

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Ariarh Kane wrote:

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Anuk-su does not fully know - but certainly Brett would - and likely Ariarh - and possibly Kae, if he did any reading last winter -

Lencher studied the theories of Lutharo - specifically the methodology of using alchemical remedies and potions to gain power and further knowledge and learning for a purpose.

However - Lencher's methods were far more... direct; Lutharo preferred a more subtle approach - and despite their duality in dark practices, Lutharo sincerely believed his actions were ultimately righteous- even if the entire world wouldn't appreciate it until after he was long dead.

He had attempted to - for example - create a rudimentary dialysis machine to attempt to remove "tainted blood" from sorcerers and vampires - ghouls and other things - rumor had it that he had attempted to use surgeons to discover the threads in the brains of Halflings who had been cursed in the desert with a cannibalistic insanity - and so discover the element of Chaos in the brain and remove it with tools, not magic. He had other experiments - all with dark side effects and darker results - but always with the ultimate drive to compile cures to the woes of humanity - his chief concern.

It is said his former obsession was with the god Aroden - and was clearly driven with tales of how a being born as a mere boy could one day be looked upon as a god - and was especially obsessed with legends of a visitor from the heavens who would fly down into the realms of man to do miraculous deeds and help mankind...

Truly a strange individual - even so - the story may be interesting to Clari - and Anuk-su is resolved to share with the elf this information.

After a good night sleep, however...

Ariarh - hearing Clari - rouses herself...

"Fear little for that - there is darkness in him - but it can be exorcised rightly, I should think - with patience and perseverance- the element of Chaos that bonds itself to mortal flesh may yet be removed and leave the flesh healed... I have heard tales regarding such things, spoken on regarding a warlord in the western lands of Ustalav - but he originally came from some small berg of little note, so small that I cannot recall the name of it..."

"In any case - this man - he had fine manners, and was gracious - and handsome - and a fine warrior besides - and - moreover - a priest of note - even so; it is said behind closed doors he did dark things - cruel things - and in the end, his obsession for finding a cure to the woes of mortality would be his undoing... What was his name... Ah yes!" she adds, suddenly remembering.

"Lutharo - Alexander Lutharo... I recall his standard well - the double runic L - emblazoned on it - for it is said that the rune "L" - so rendered - is the rune for dreams of great things - but to double it shows both Chaos, in the form of a dark dream... So too, it was with him... He took then his surname, and shortened on his standard after the insanity of his own father... and so his standard bore thus the double rune - "LL" - for he shortened his name... they called him "Lex" - as do the tales speak..."

"He practiced many things - always for a good purpose, no matter how dark his path - so he said - but - if there was ever a man to exorcise dark blood from flesh - surely this is such a man who could do so... Perhaps it would be interesting, if he were discovered?" she adds, pondering the mystery - on if Kae could actually have his "tainted blood" forcibly removed.

"Humph! Well - alright then - but before I retire properly - I shall demand firstly a slab of bacon, broiled, not fried - and tea, with honey, clearly - and, tell the good Halfling to hurry, for the night grows late and I have had a long evening! Also - before thou retire as well - make haste - for I would have a proper tale to send me to the dreamworld! Oh - and while thou are about thy business send Mister Dior hence to my bed, so that we two may warm the bedclothes for thee properly - and let it be known to him that if good Mister Dior snuggles adequately I shall do fair duty and let him taste a portion of my bacon, once Mister Rowan prepares it... Now - hurry along, as I said - the hour is late..." she adds, letting you know you have her leave by giving you a polite "wave of her hand"...

SInce clari is sort of responding to everything that the girls have said here, i add this quote.

Clari Miali'ahel wrote:

SOrry, i meant to say that this conversation waits till we are settled down for the night. She waits till there is not anything left to do for the night before approaching Ariarh.

Clari graces Anuk-Su with a blank look, trying not to further upset Keravel by disrespecting the little dragon "Malas'rae and me are not kin. His mother watched over me after his father brutally murdered my family. Clearly, Malas'rae carries the taint of his father's perverse magic. The enchanter summoned all kinds of Fiends and you've seen the half-elf become a fiendish abomination himself."

To Ariarh she replies, "Well, it's good that he don't share the Demoness's attraction..." She is clearly incredibly uncomfortable with the though of Kae and Qwykee together in...that capacity. "He does seem to have grown up. In our home our names mean something to each of us. Malas'rae was his chosen name, means Mad Beast of War. But he's growing out of that, it seems..."

While not one of her usual angry glares, Clari does give the girls a somewhat severe look, that indicates that the though of she and Ka'etil being brother and sister is truly repugnant to her an some sort of deep level.

"I'm an Elf, and Malaas'rae's only a half-breed. I age a lot slower than he does. I looked almost as old as I do now back when he was screaming and crying little brat cutting his teeth. I'm more than twice as old as him. We come from the same place, but we aren't blood."

"Yes... you are a mere elf - and if thou would compute worth by age then I eclipse thee by many centuries - and am far superior in value to thee therefore by merit," she adds, staring at Clari.

"Further - thy species is ancient - but you are clearly not aligned to the wisdom of your elders, nor thy betters! If that were so - then thou would bend thy thinking to the will of the universe bends itself to the nuances of the will of the gods themselves! Indeed - as the gods do knit the stars in the heavens or create the planes in existence- so too do they trouble themselves with such trivium as bloodline. In short order, elf - thy present a lowly assessment of the gods - and through them where they they place thee and thy kinfolk! What - do thy think that thy know better thy value then that of the gods themselves? 'Twas they which gave thee this one as thy brother - it was their will to do so - accept this as fact, and with some form of dignity... Yet rather; see how thy do declaim!"

"Thou see thy brother as a conduit for mockery, an object of thy scorn or ridicule! How so - he is thy blood - the gods made him so - so not only do thy mock thy own blood, and through it thyself... but thy mock the very gods; for they have given him to thee as your own blood - if thy had quality then I would say cherish it, rather then mock it..."

Anuk-su tilts her head back to look down her nose at the elf who is taller then her, even so...

"Or do thy seek to grandiose thy own name over the gods themselves, and so add blasphemy on to the list of thy dark marks - as too disloyalty to thy own family!" she adds the last with a hiss.

Hearing Anuk-su's blunt explanation, she quickly intervenes, knowing Anuk-su and Clari have an argumentative history.

"My dear ward, Clari is simply seeking information regarding her old friend. They have not seen each other for some time and you must admit, initially none of us took well to the succubus until we listened to what she had to say and had witnessed her good intent. Please do not be so hard on Clari. I do not mind answering questions if it will aid in understanding and harmony within the party."

"True; but she takes thee aside to ask private questions about her brother! What is this? We should show loyalty to the half-elf first - he is our chief companion - not her - and in any case, she should instead obey his needs - he is the elder child, and also - she is not very polite. I don't care for her, to tell you the truth - for I find her to be somewhat... condescending, and a touch arrogant," she adds, lowering her voice, for Ariarh alone.

"Between our own two selves," she says in a harsh whisper "I do not care overly much for arrogant folk - they are, in my opinion - ever so boring, and tedious besides!" she adds, nodding sagely at Ariarh even as Brett is positively stamping with impatience to get out of the cavern and down to the beach.

"Indeed - the young lad has spirit, promise - and heart - and the wisdom to discern that such private words rarely breed peace between confederates!" Anuk-su huffs with a haughty tone, elbowing her way in front of Clari.

"You ask questions on your own bloodline? What matter of disloyalty is this?! He is the elder - and, moreover - he is the malechild - his ancestry takes precedence over thy own in matters of family - even as thy are elven, this is the truth of it."

"Wouldst thou cleave unto his blood by shared kinship then thy could not divest thyself from his true nature - but rather - thou must accept it with dignity and humility, and trust in the nature of thy family - adhering to it - and trust to his will."

"Should thy dissemble from this course it is not only unseemly - but rather; it bespeaks bold statements on the worth of thy character - and the lack of worth... if thy would not be judged rashly, then I should think that thy would rather hold true the bonds familial - even as I do so - and take to me as kinfolk the bonds of sisterhood in the form of this one here," Anuk-su gestures to Ariarh.

"True - she is not ancient nor of imperial lineage - as I am - even so - I do not speak meanly on her bloodline because it does not stand equal to mine own. As we are sisters, I shall endure such transgressions as racial imperfections - and, therefore - I shall be the truer sister to her - tolerating any time she may fall short of draconic principles - for it is clear that as I am gifted with wisdom, so too am I gifted with great patience and love - all the easier to share with her, and from her to me, for we are - as stated; familial!"

"Therefore I say unto thee - as Master Ka'etil is not only thy blood, but thy elder kinsmen, it is thy right and duty to hearken to his will, and seek readily to obey it, or at least conduct thyself with decorum in his presence. After all - even elves know the value of family, and the respect due to the elder siblings!" she adds - her voice taught, but not overly insulting. She pushes, but only the point, and not to insult - only to remind Clari - Kae is a friend of Anuk-su, and she doesn't care to hear some "Johnny-come-Lately" bad-mouth him behind his back.... especially if it is supposed to be his little sister!

Dragons have very serious opinions about pecking order in families - and how family loyalty is dealt with... This is something that at least Clari's blade may know from Its time near dragon kindred.

Anuk-su retorts to Clari - speaking her opinion before the conversation can get too far advanced.

"Indeed, lady - we are free to engage in discourse with thee at length! Thou would know more of thy kinsmen, eh? Well - and what of it? Before we should declaim to thee - what is thy pedigree? The half-elf is our ally before thou art - and to him we owe loyalty - to thee? Nay - thou art the one that should prove thy worth to us - who art thou which should seek to take us in to thy confidence for conference?" Anuk-su retorts primly, giving the elf a cool glance, as Brett pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger and lets out an audible sigh at Anuk-su's delightful speech.

He takes this time to instruct the apes to travel down to the coast with Shaezon and Arasmes - and asks them to make the bunk houses ready and comfortable - suggesting that they prepare a fire and possibly some tea.

The Anumus will obey Ariarh in this matter - but neither the apes nor the Anumus are eager to make fire, or stew bark or roots to prepare "tee" for Brett. Further - he senses that Anaitis refuses to travel far without him - not to be petulant - but because she feels it necessary to guard him.

That said - Brett is doing his best to keep the party away from the cursed altar and distract the apes from the rooms which were used to prepare dark scientific works on the bodies of the same apes.

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Anuk-su leans back from the water - the wind blows her cloak back from the waters, and the silver wisps of her hair brush past her face... She squints into the wind, and nods sagely, then - as if suddenly aware of Ariarh's question, responds...

"Oh gods, Ariarh - it's good to be back... this company needed a person with a good head on their shoulders, here," she adds with a wise nod.

Aye, the dragon girl I know well is back in fine form. This day had been an overly long one and Ariarh felt as if she had aged a year. Her muscles and mind ached in unison and it took all her willpower to speak with steadiness and not lash out unwittingly at any in her party. She was grateful that they made it to Anuk-su's side in time and wondered if it even registered to the young girl that the party had just fought hard and rescued her, especially since she and her silver guard rushed foolishly ahead without concern for the repercussions. Being a leader is not so easy, Ariarh, she muses privately.

Moving to stand just behind Anuk-su, Ariarh reaches out and soothingly strokes the girl's beautiful silver hair. "It is very good you are alive, little sister. I give thanks to the gods that it is so."

"Have no fear - you will be rewarded when I come into my own... Meanwhile - what is our next move, then?"

Noticing Anuk-su's movement forward, Ariarh gently intercedes, "My beloved ward, how do you fare now? Do you have any information we need to be aware of?"

Anuk-su leans back from the water - the wind blows her cloak back from the waters, and the silver wisps of her hair brush past her face... She squints into the wind, and nods sagely, then - as if suddenly aware of Ariarh's question, responds...

"Oh gods, Ariarh - it's good to be back... this company needed a person with a good head on their shoulders. Luckily - you have discovered me!" she adds with a wise nod.

"I am well - and I speak for myself! Send the faux dragon "Mister" to speak to the Magi east of us - he is stealthy and can fly - when he gets close to the one called "Galen" - he can advise the lad with magic, especially of the guardian - then return to us with ease - for even if he cannot see us - he can certainly use his mind-speak to search us!"

"Now - do not be overly foolish! If you seek to venture for the goods and gear - I say - nay! Rather - wait until the morn! What - are thou not some cleric - are thy not rather aligned to the deities of good? Well and good - wait then until morning - and sleep well - refreshing they spells at daybreak!"

"Meanwhile - as Mister does his job to the east - we travel west to the ruined city - and can find what we need... The bodies of the dead will rot tonight, or not - but their gear shall not dissemble during the night!"

She looks at Kae, putting her hands on her hips.

"You worry on gear - right and true, I should think - however; consider this - the place where we would be slaughtered for their dark rite? It is not merely a foul place - but unholy as well - consider this - the place where I and this Outsider would be slaughtered? It is one of dark unholiness - doubtless that is why they did not wish to advance far from their dark altar - it was unholy - if we stray too close - it may warp us with dark magic... We would be better to come back in the morning... besides, in the western mainland there is doubtless goods and gear... And, further - we may refresh our health at least by sleeping through the night..."

"But the folk on the mainland will not be slaughtered - it is worth more then the lives of the guards who remain - if they kill my brethern, they shall perish by the hands of the dark cleric and his black knights... even though he is now dead; the guards do not know it yet, and we may use that against them - if we are clever..." Anuk-su says, elbowing past you all as she pats Kae briskly on his forearm, as she adjusts the robe on her slender frame.

"No one thought to ask me, child!" Clari says tersely, standing and glaring at Anuk-su. "There was a tower and land we crossed and a broken down barge. We saw the same things as those men." pointing at Dashan and Aliento. "What FACTS do you want? What data could we have that you can glean by telling us to hurry up?

<Clari, you realize that you address a dragon-welp. Mind yourself, child.> Karavel chides. The others see Clari cock her head toward her hilt and let out a hiss.

She takes a breath, and asks those in the chambers, "What information can we give you regarding the south?"

Anuk-su turns a stunned look at Clari; seeing the look she is given from the now standing outsider.

Her tone of worry and frustration is instantly replaced and transformed. She gives Clari a cold look.

”Watch thy tongue! Else we two must exit these chambers forthwith – and I shall take thee to duel – blood to blood – and show thee the meaning of courtesy! If thy dare speak to me in that fashion again – know that I shall demand satisfaction. If thy cannot perform – if thy shirk from such a duty – then it shall be know that thou have no honor – and are a coward. Or – thy may simple silence thy tone – and proceed with some form of courtesy.”

”Thou art as a guest in these lands – do not forget it – or, I promise – I shall put thee to the test – and we shall see if thy can deal with blood for thy argument.”

”Do thou understand my words – or should I speak more plain?” she asks, her tone now ice.

"Hex-craft is a dangerous art, and there's so many different kinds that can be manifested that every witch is different. There's powerful sleeping hexes, those giving flight, and there's no limit to their use. A wizard or priest is neutered and impotent when they are out of magic, but a witch always has her hexes." Clari plainly states.

turning to Isani and Ariarh "Are you powerful enough to fix curses? I dont much know about taking them away, but more about placing them. It's your sort that undoes our work." as it's the religious types that get "remove curse" which would be good to have when facing a witch.

To those who have met her, Clari is surprisingly personable. She lacks the condescending gaze and contemptuous sneer that has been her default expression. It seems as though her time with Selendria has had a positive impact on her behavior...

"You are right, we did pass by there. I believe Lazurien mentioned the tower of which you speak." she says, acknowledging Isani.

"What?! You passed by this place and yet have remained silent after all of this? Speak plain then woman - we have no time for riddling words or vague references! I demand facts - hard and fast - and therefore information that can present a means for which we can act. There is far too much dallying as of now - would it I - I would already had my folk packed and on the road. I simply do not understand how no action is being taken!"

Anuk-su is quite unhappy that it seems that there is clear information on the southern lands - espied by those who had journeyed there - yet, there is no hard data being presented. She speaks in the same terse voice - not unlike a child who is being thwarted from getting her way - but it is also colored by a clear fear that every moment may count - and even as her companions were butchered by bandits for errors in the past - so, too may they be killed with some ease if no quick action was taken.

She fixes the priestess with a stern eye.

"Thou! Thou art a priestess of a goddess of good faith - where is thy tongue in these matters. Thou art here as a guest of the Empress of these lands - very well; as her guest thy should speak, and not remain silent. I do not like thy silence - it does not speak well of thee."

She turns to Ariarh -

"Lady - these two have journeyed to the south and do not share information with thee. I would say that they should speak clearly - further; I should say that if thy two are even yet in the same room - then there should be at the least words between thee - the others may take long to answer - for they are concerned with their own matters - but when these southern folk engage with thee - our leader - then I see no reason why they should be silent at all!"

Again - Anuk-su seems very upset about the delays - and is eager to move forward. She is worried that the group is discussing details slowly - and taking little action. Wise planning is one thing - but even the best plans come to naught if action is not taken...

can we have henry come to the meeting too?"

"Excellent! I think Mak Morn's absence would be less marked, although Henry is a... more subtle... sort of fellow. Ry, who do you think we should send? perhaps both of them?"

"Um - ahem - I believe that thou should say My Empress - not "Ry", sir!" Anuk-su interjects with a somewhat cool tone.

She ponders a bit...

"Hmm... perhaps even Empress is a bit pedestrian - yet "My Master" seems somehow too... paternal - Blast! There must be a happy medium - fear not, sister - I shall discover it forthwith!"

Wow - at first I thought you hitting your head was metaphorical after reading the response - but now I am not too sure. I hope it gets better either way, though.

Embarrassed by the general flow of discussion regarding marriage and what was overheard of Anuk-su's comment about Delain, she turns the discussion back onto council business, "My apologies. The title of Empress will do fine. Let us proceed with town matters and details pertaining to our journey south," keeping the embarrassed tremor from her voice and hoping her face was not flushed.

In relation to Kae's suggestions regarding the kobolds and the Spider's Nest, "Indeed, both matters will be addressed and as Robert suggested we can make a list and look to the tasks that have the greatest precedence and work through them. For now, we must concentrate on preparing for our next quest. I need to know how many will be joining us and we require detail from our Ustalavian friends as to what we are searching for exactly. I realise we are travelling to map and make claim to lands there, but I believe there are other crucial ventures in the form of these artifacts of power our enemies seem to be seeking."

Respectfully addressing Dashan and Aliento, "Gentleman, thank you for attending to our summon so diligently. I would ask that you relay all that you know of the lands south and what items you have been tasked by your Order to find and retrieve. The more we know, the better prepared we can be."

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”Ah – excellent! I must say sister – the title becomes thee well! And consider the trappings? Thy would soon have the likes of an Imperial Guard – Royal knights of honor – and the Republic of this land would look to thee – their Empress – for all things from which honor flows! How grand – how splendid – how - how… Imperial!” she adds with an excited cheer – her hands waving about her in a girlish joy.

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Looking down at her young ward, enjoying their closeness, she speaks frankly but softly, "I believe Lady Ariarh would suit me fine. I need no other fancy title, dear one. As to marriage with Delain Esserian, I ... I do not know where to start in this. I was not raised in noble society and arranging marriages is different with my people. How does one go about orchestrating such a thing? And would the nobleman even be amiable to such a union? He would have to speak with his father the Duke and gain his permission, I would think...", she draws breath trying to calm her nerves. I really need to figure out what I feel and what he feels. Anuk-su would say it does not matter as this union is political and for the sole benefit of the capital. Yet, I could not give myself unto a loveless marriage ... I cannot marry for convenience sake alone.

"There was a time before nobles. In this time the first of the soon-to-be-nobles declared themselves nobles and any who said otherwise were dealt with in one way or another. So you can get adopted, entitled, etc from one of the current nobles. Alternately, you can simply declare yousrself whatever you wish and if you have the cohorts and army to keep your title, then it is yours." Shaezon says matter-of-factly.

"Well spoken, sir," she says, after snacking a bit, and hearing Shaezon address Ariarh.

"Ariarh - I say unto thee; the time for hard choices lay before thee. Seize that which thy would, and from that grip of strength thou may wield power as thy see fit. This may seem wrong in thine eyes - yet hearken; if thy wield power with strength, it need not be evil, rather, from a good heart a wellspring of justice, mercy, piety, and compassion may flow. But none may blossom without a strong foundation - thou must put aside these self-doubts and seize what thy would - trusting in thy own virtue. Once thy do this; who cares what thou would be called? Yet, for myself - I would enjoy the title of "Empress" - it has a fine ring to it," she says with a sage nod.

Still - the point is fair. If you take power, are are in power - it matters little what title you claim, so long as you rule.

Drawing her ward near, she strokes the young girl's hair back off her face. "You are quiet, Anuk-su. Would you like to share your thoughts? I believe we should advise Sylvath and the silver kobold guard of my theory that these cultists are skulking in the shadows of our apartment and that you may be their intended target."

"Huh! Tell that to my lad Sylvath and he'll raze the town to the ground to finish the would-be assassins, methinks!" she adds with some feisty declaration.

"But nay - he is more restrained then that. Even so - thy advice is well headed. Doubtless when they are alerted a full company of folk shall be assembled under his command - and he shall advance hence will all his bretheren to seek their kinsmen."

"It shall, regretably - put the town a less defensible position - but this cannot be helped. The kobolds have sworn alliegence to my line - and through that oath I bind them to my purpose. How can I, in good conscience- refuse them that mission? Nay - once they petition me to seek out their kin - I shall not refuse, for how can I?"

She sighs a bit.

"Still - they may grow more fortunate then we - for Sylvath is a creature of action - when properly roused - and when he takes the others - as well as the squires he is training - do thy recall them? They were from the family that came from the northman who allied with the late Alaric Winter - he tried to be a paladin or knight of some sort - and his folk were to be his followers? Even still - to what end - they are without a master - and Sir Sylvath adopted them as comrades in arms - now they ride with him - and he to lead them. Surely the vastness of that company will move forward with all haste - though I regret they do not have the safety of a temple or proper healer with them - unless, of course they conscript that dwarven priest from Ustalav who is skulking about still - but, we shall see," she adds with a comfortable sigh.

"Oh yes - thy mentioned ever and again the potential for alliance with that lad you wish to ride thee? The duke's son - verily, then; take to him thy husband - as thou art now the full leader of this growing nation - thy dowry shall be worthy of him."

She muses a moment - and continues in an almost conspiratorial tone - in a voice that seems like "girl talk"...

"You were crafty to accept the position of leader of this berg for a mere six months - but do not think I cannot perceive thy true purpose! Nay - in six months time thou shall have the full backing of the people here - then, any who would try to rest the crown from thee shall be cut down if thy should prefer it - but in any case - thy shall remain queen as long as thy wish! But - as thou govern a republic - perhaps thy should call thyself "First Citizen" - as thou recall - in mine own tongue that is spoken Imperator - but, for thee I should say "Empress" has much more worth then a mere queen... But as thy now rule - the choice of title is easy for thy to create on thy own!" she adds with a knowing wink.

Anuk-su realizes others can hear her - but doesn't seem to mind. As she is snuggled up next to you - she doubts that any there would be foolish enough to gainsay their newly appointed leader - and if they do? Bah! All may remember the power of her paralyzing breath... Besides, in her mind such ideas are sound and are not worth troubling over.

"Bah - there is much to say then - very good. I would know more of the others from the north - what did they find on their travels - for myself - I am sufficiently enlightened on the details - and I have no need to go over what I have already witnessed. If they observed great or intriguing mysteries - very good - I would that they share these details - so that we may bask in the knowledge the gleaned. Come then - who among you that traveled north will tell us the full tale? Or must I resort to calling in that miserable half-dwarf - that "Mul" - that has traveled with you and is no doubt engaged in merrymaking with the doxies at the bahtouse."

"Even so - he makes my skin crawl with his uncouth ways - I would know more from our staunch diplomat - or the priestess - or, at the least - our battle general - any one fo them may have observed something - even the elven wizard - they are wise it is said - come - what did you see - what did you learn - do not be afraid to share all details on these events!" Anuk-su says briskly looking at the rest of the group.

"What clues do you speak - and what folk do you mean?" Tyrell says curiously.

"Your pardon lady - but, that is to say - do you mean other silver dragons, such as yourself - or do you mean humans who trafficked with them so long ago - and the descendants of those humans? Or perhaps do you mean some forgotten relic of the past - or perhaps, some combination of them all?"

As usual - Robert Tyrell looks very well dressed, fine clothes, and his weapons are on him even at this early hour. Dasha is near him, but is currently playing a game when she stacks a tall tower of neat bricks - removes a brick - and places it on the top of the tower - over and again, until the tower would fall.

A fun game - but in the hands of an oracle - perhaps this is a metaphor?

Or, perhaps it is just a fun game...

"In truth - I do not know, sir," Anuk-su says, a slightly vexed look on her face.

"I know only that while in the darksome wholes beneath this land I espied these!" she pulls from her pouch a handful of platinum coins - and drops them on the table.

They are bright and shining, and a strange mark is on them.

"This is the same coin of my nation - many hundreds of years ago. After so long - and through so much business - I would think that the coin would be flattened and the markings eroded. Yet - as thy can plainly see - they are fresh, as is the coin. I suspect then that this coin was recently pilfered from a treasure hoard - one as yet unmolested. If such a hoard exists - there may be others - and in both such hoards - there may be evidence of other folk like myself - histories perhaps - or, perhaps... only the gods know," she adds somewhat softly to herself.

"An excellent notion - moreover there are many things to the southlands beyond mere dangerous visitors to scout out. I would venture farther - for it seems to me that my own folk may have left clues to their presence their, and I would know more of there passing the sooner," Anuk-su adds.

You mentioned that we exited the swamp at midday (12pm). Ariarh's apartments are in the village and so I'm presuming it will take 5 to 10 mins to get to the apartments (?) and they spend an hour there -- bathe, change clothes, brush hair and eat a light meal/rest before leaving to speak with Adjt and then the Ustalavians. So, they would leave the apartments at roughly 1.30pm. I can adjust this if the timing is off.

"You have one of the platinum coins we found, my dear ward. Why do you hold it so tightly in your hand? What is its significance to you?", hoping to get the young girl to open up to her.

Anuk-su looks up at you, and lets out a small sigh.

”This coin – it bears the stamp of my people – long before any of you were born – it was the coin of this land. I have seen them before, I have held such things before – trinkets, or cheap baubles they may have seemed to me… yet they were tangible proof of my people’s existence. Now, they are all gone – all of them dead; even those who were given the chance to guard me, even now two of the six are dead. I am the last of my line; the only one of my people left, and though there may yet be other silver dragons in this world, there are no more folk like the kobolds that stood by my people, my allies, my companions…”

She lets out a deep sigh, but this is not her usual melodrama, she is genuinely pained.

”When I hold this coin in my hand, I ask myself – Could it be that I lay hands on such mettle as I had once touched long ago? Could I even now hold in my hand a coin that was touched and handled by kinsmen – my father, my mother – my friends? – but what of it? It is only mettle, only memory…”

She shakes her head suddenly, as if forcing herself to rouse from these self-pitying feelings.

”But no,” she stops her speech suddenly, hopping up and beginning to pace in the room.

”This cannot be so! That this coin, and any other tangible proof of my people would fall to such a mean fate as this – I do not accept it! I shall not accept it! There must be other proofs – and other evidence! Could it be that this coin came from some forgotten cache that was sequestered in some ruined hovel that those scum pilfered? Perhaps! Or – could it be more? Is it then possible that there may be other such places of refuge that housed people of mine own lineage?”

She turns to you suddenly with a fierce gleam in her eye.

”It could be so – it might be so – nay; it must be so! I cannot be the only one who was left to survive – there may yet be others – there may yet be those who still live to walk the earth, and who are under such enchantments as even I was! Lady Kane – we must now seek for such evidence – we must search as best as possible any such places that folk such as myself may yet live! This is why I would speak to Adjt, for if such a thing existed, he alone of my folk is versed in the lore enough to deem where such refuges may be kept – he may give us clues or evidence to find folk such as my own people – or even as his own! We cannot let that chance slip by our fingers – it must be pursued!”

"Yet… yet, I cannot dive forward so eagerly, even as haste is gnawing at me, so too prudence counsels patience! We cannot speak of these things openly, for it may give flame to wild rumor, and those aligned against my folk may also seek such places – for to find such things would give them powerful leverage over me and mine; and they would surely ransom that which we hold dear,” she continues, speaking almost more to herself, as she continues to pace back and forth.

You sense clearly now what she is hoping – that if she was buried in a magical sleep, with goods and gear for her hundreds of years later – is it possible that others like her are buried? If so, those very places would have such things like what she found in the cave – but that does make her hope true. For now, it is only hope… but she clings to it tightly – even as tightly as she clings to the coin itself.

Timing things is perfect – now that I know what happened, and more importantly – when it happened – I am quite content. Excellent – after you have a chance to answer her – if you chose to – she will go directly to Adjt for more details.

"Aye! Good enough - yes - we have been in this mud-hole for some time, it is best we retire to the township and warn them of this place. Doubtless there are other exits then the one we discovered - even now those creatures may be plotting revenge... We may yet discover an entire army amassed and ready to assault the township for our intrusion. That said - let us waste no more time dallying over talking small!"

Looking from Anuk-su to Brett, she opens her mouth to speak, but decides against it and closes it.

After a short pause, she decides to say something, "Anuk-su, when all the Council are returned to Saravale we shall discuss our findings in the swamp and then decide what shall happen. I hope I am clear in this", her sapphire eyes intense and no-nonsense.

Then to Brett, "It has been a hard day and one filled with many obstacles and everyone deserves to rest and unwind. I agree, we shall make our way out of the swamp. We mark this place well and we may return with engineers and alike. I will put together a report for the Council once I return to my apartments."

And with that, she goes to Dior and makes sure he is recovering from his ordeal with the giant tarantula and then rallies the group to leave the swamp. "Let us return to town. We have accomplished much for now", the smell of roasted flesh still burning in her nostrils. I am unharmed, if any of you are interested. She felt bad for the fire elementals that must have perished in the explosion but grateful for their aid and sacrifice.

Anuk-su turns her own gaze on you, patting you once on the arm.

"Indeed - thou art correct to have such a discussion. Meanwhile - thy have performed thy duties well, and have done much to aid us in the caves. I shall not forget thy efforts, nor thy support - in time, when I come fully into my inheritance, I shall reserve a special place for all the help you have provided me with," she adds in a somewhat maternal tone.

Earth gliding at double speed, she quickly makes her way upward and finally breaks through the surface and slips out of the ground, looking about her.

She was concerned about her companions and fervently hoped they had all gotten up the stairs before the explosion. Dropping her wildshape form and becoming "Ariarh" again, she anxiously scans the area for sight of her companions and anything else (consequence of explosion, fell creature etc).

Perception: 1d20+11

"Dior? Anuk-su? Brett? Dire? Are you all alright?", hoping to hear an answer back from any of those who came with her into this swampland, including Henry, Mak Morn, Ryul and Arsinian.

As Ariarh turns - she is suddenly startled to see the imperious gaze of Anuk-su staring at her with a somewhat flat expression.

"Was there any doubt? Now - enough of this mud and slime! Hearken, then - we return to my fortress - for I have much to discuss with Adjt - further - it is both right and wise that thee send some of thy mendicants to this place and fully block it... nay - wait! Not so! Do not block it - rather, mark it well - for I say unto thee; we shall return to this place anon - and strike thusly into the dark! By all gods living dead and yet be - and by my lord Apsu - I shall solve the answer to this mystery!" she says somewhat cryptically - muttering to herself with bold nod of her young head.

Arsinian hears mention of using the poisonous barbs, and chimes in "That sounds very clever, I'll lend a hand plucking them. I feel like this sort of non-lethal poison could be really useful for subduing folk without needing to muck around with fighting and trying not to kill 'em. Just make 'em sick and tie 'em up!"

"M'lady" Arsinian says quietly with slightly bowed head, to Anuk-su, "pardon my saying, but I've heard about how you and your guards were preserved, powerful sort of magic, and while it could be possible for there to have been more of those sorts of tombs built, it seem a mite unlikely. So these were probably stolen from somweheres, and since this swamp was a lake in your day, this stuff's not likely from here... But we aught to keep looking in case these Trogs brought more than just this loot, for sure."

Then he adds, "I just don't want yea to be gettin' yer hopes to high up and wind up disappointed..."

Anuk-su turns a withering look toward Arsinian.

”Thou – where is thy heart? If there is life – there is hope – and where no life is present – we may yet still believe, though no facts lend credence to that belief – for it does us no good to doubt!”

Yet – other then her speech – she seems to accept your proununcement that there is no chance for her people (other then she and her four kobolds) to have survived – and is willing to go with her “Subjects” – and leave this place.

Yet – you sense – she will not easily forget it. And, in time – you feel she may wish to return – and in greater numbers…

Which reminds me – whatever did happen to the “Sand People?” – oh yeah – they’re still fighting on the combat thread!

Okay, no worries. :)

Recognising the symbol as one she has seen on Sylvath's newly commissioned breastplate, she calls Ryul and Anuk-su over,

"Anuk-su, Ryul, we've discovered something interesting, here. If you would be kind enough to join us."

When they arrive, "See the stamp on this coin? Is it not the same as the symbol that appears on Sir Sylvath's breastplate? Is this heraldry related to your race or from your time?"

Anuk-su pushes past the others and barely gives the coins a glance – rather, her gaze is on the horn.

Her eyes stare at it for a moment, and she continues to speak to Ryul in her archaic and unintelligent form of ancient draconic, then – she looks up at you.

”I have seen such a horn before,” she says to Ariarh, reaching out her young hand, and snatching it up from the Druid.

”Verily – this horn is one as alike as those of my people’s captains used on the field of battle. Yea – it is so – mark well the runes? Do thee mark it? They are runes of Power and Great Virtue – for whosoever places this horn to lips and blow the cry of "Rally" – any ally who doth hear the sound of it shall hearken to their aid with all haste – and if any enemy prevent them from advancing to he that winds the horn – then great wrath shall fill the ally as he runs forward to aid his companion – and he shall therefore smite his enemy with a greater power because of it,” she adds.

Short Description: All allies who are able to make their Perception roll to hear the horn when it is blown are granted the effects of the Haste spell for 1d4+1 Rounds after they hear it blown. This power can be used once a day – and does not stack with the spell Haste.

The Horn grants a +2 bonus to all Perform Checks if it is being used to perform with in any capacity. You do not need to use the "Rally" cry and thus use the "haste" power to gain this +2 advantage to all Perform Checks - that is automatic, as long as you use the horn for Perform Checks.

The horn itself is made of pure mithril – magical power aside – that makes it very valuable. In total – the horn is worth about 3,500 gold pieces.

Anuk-su ponders this mystery for a moment – then, reluctantly – examines the coins.

She gasps!

”See here – this is the standard of our people – and, moreover – the coin itself is from our very lands… Could it be that other bastions of power may yet exist or be sequestered through my own kingdom in some darksome dungeon or pit as foul as this? Or – more grim – and, foresooth – more likely – could it also be that these scum may have merely pilfered the tombs of a fallen captain – and the loot they carried is evidence of that?” she asks – though you sense she is asking all – including herself.

You can all see that Anuk-su is suddenly filled with a strange hope and desire – it may be there is evidence – somewhere – in the land of her lost people – evidence of… what? Other survivors – like her? Perhaps – as these troglodyte creatures have found such evidence in the caves – if you explore the caves – you yourself may find more evidence of such things…

Yet – as you noted – the caves are extremely vast! Even now – none of you have any idea how to get out – nor where the entrance was – or where you are in relation to where you came in – nor how to find those stairs – and so exit…

Yet – exit you probably should (at some point) – or you shall end up for all time – buried alive… buried alive… with no way out…

Well – there are lots of ways out, I guess – but, it will take some doing to find them. Perhaps other things down here may give you a clue – or perhaps – they may give you something less savory!

Anuk-su merely is holding action – providing a flanking bonus for the elementals. She knows there is nothing she can do here to help other then that.

Anuk-su is in Dragon Form – she is acting recklessly to help her friend Dior. She is no fool – well debatably) and assumes a spider is immune to most poisons – so she is actually going to try to attack it – with her claws! She has made double move so she is theoretically able to provide flanking with the elementals (when they pop in – knowing Ariarh’s plan). Her size modifier gives her huge bonus’s to hit – but you all know – even if she hits – she will be lucky to do only 1 point of damage, at best!

You all deduce – though she may love Dior and is a loyal friend to Ariarh – this chick’s nuts!

She must first make a Reflex Save of 22 to avoid the barbs – then she can attack, if she avoids the barbs.

Anuk-su’s Reflex Save in Dragon Form –
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Her Pounce attack – vs. this creature (note – assuming anything hits – all it does is 1 damage).

Bite –
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Claw –
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Claw –
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Something in Brett's words makes her pause and look to Anuk-su again, "Anuk-su, what do you know of this Black Stone?"

Anuk-su stiffens, pausing a moment - but says nothing. Then - she continues, and whispers behind her - her voice sounding somewhat tense.

"Thou speak in riddles, lady. For myself I know only battle and glory - death and honor. The lore of stonework - black, gray - brown - otherwise - is rather under thy own jurisprudence; as thou art a student of the natural world. For myself, such things are surely beyond me," she says with a somewhat apologetic tone.

She is worried about her griffon friend and begins following Brett.

In a low speaking voice, so as to not induce another round of loud echoes, "Mayhap Dior has found another way out?" There is more than a little tinge of hope laced in her question.

"Fear not sister - and do not let that son of earth and stone give thee doubt. Thy feathered friend has a stout heart and bold courage - the Black Stone shall not gainsay his mind - nor his heart - rather, he likely tacked course westward to the center of the valley; and avoideth this dark chasm which rests more centrally in the maw. Aye - I feel he would be more likely to be to the western direction," she says, gesturing forward, and slightly to the left.

"There - if I am not mistaken - he may be seeking a more apt way for those of thee who cannot take to wing and so cross this dark place. We must not loose hope in that course."

Her voice grows cold, as if she is speaking to herself.

"Aye - the darkness - it shall not avail the Black Stone - nor its mendicants. Indeed - for are we not servants of the Light and all in the hands of The Waybringer? And, as it is so - we are therefore protected by the way of Light" she adds with a reverent tone in her voice, her eyes suddenly flicking to your side a moment, before she turns and advancing forward briskly.

"Oh have it thy own way - Mistress of glen and grove, wood and leaf," Anuk-su says with a somewhat haughty wave of her hand in Ariarh's direction.

Dire - without even making a "sense motive" check you are able to see that the way Anuk-su behaves around Ariarh is not unlike a somewhat spoiled child behaves around a much beloved older sister. Though Anuk-su clearly cares for Ariarh - it seems has no desire for anyone to assume that she (Anuk-su) is other then the boss of the expedition.

"Meanwhile - it would be better if we took the advice of the small master Councilman yon," Anuk-su says waving at Brett "And adjourn this meeting to outside the home. Of a certainty this room was not crafted to house so many folk - and the air is fresh and clean besides! Come then - let us away," she adds, turning and elbowing past Brett again as she strides for the door, stopping to pause and look at you all with a look that plainly says - "Um - come on - what are you waiting for?"

”Hello then, good sir,” says the young girl with the silver hair – her violet eyes ranging quickly over Dire’s face and gear.

”Thou art a stranger in these lands – and proper introduction is both mete and true. My underlings have introduced themselves – yet it would be best to speak rather of who does protect them – and that is, of a certainty – myself,” the girl adds, her voice youthful, but her words extremely intelligent and articulate – even thou her accent is extremely archaic.

”My given name is Anuk-su Seti – of the clan Seti – and thou art a guest in my homeland. I bid thee welcome – and entreat thee to find what comforts that thou art able to discover – even as thy divest from thyself the difficulties of a long journey,” she adds, brushing by Brett and nearly knocking him over as she strides forward with an imperious advance to the front of the group.

”There are may rooms that thy may take for thy own – for a time – especially in mine own citadel on yon cliff bank – the name of which is rendered - in the vulgar' “Cloudwatch Keep” – though it is a hearty place filled with sound foundation and a good station to rest thy head and sup on crust of bread or draught of ale,” she adds, with a broad sweep of her hand behind her – that would direct your gaze to the southern cliffs, if it weren’t for the fact that you are currently inside a house!

”Well – as we are all so introduced – and as thou art consider a guest in the house of the good Grear family – I should say I am well pleased to meet thee, for they have a high reputation in these lands.”

"Prithee - am I suddenly interrupting something? Gadzooks! I do have that unfortunate tendency... "

FYI

Um - yeah - you guys may or may not realize that the issue has already been decided by the council.

To refresh - each member of the council is rotated each month - by fiat of the council.

This took a rather long time to decide among the players - but the decision was made a long time ago. I know it, and am eager to see that played out properly.

One other thing...

Remember too - the two least important things to think about when you play the game, and run the kingdom - in order of least important - to REALLY least important are -

1. Character Class (fairly unimportant).
2. Stats/skill ranks (REALLY unimportant).

As for why? Well - to clarify - as Forest Gump said "Stupid is as stupid as does".

You're not going to be able to settle the majority of things by just "rolling dice" - most the problems will take your own personal level of thinking, writing, creativity and how you want to solve things. In other words - if you have all 30's in your stats - and are on 30th level - you still might be a terrible king/queen depending on how you play it out.

And if you have all 12's and are on level 7 - never mind what class - you may be the best leader in the game (especially if you are Halfling -ahem ;)

It's all about if you are able to out and make things happen really awesome, no matter what your stats are. They just help you execute the method of what you are actually doing.

So - just something to remember when you play out the game. No matter how hot your character is on paper - if you don't do things with those details - if you don't play them out - it really won't matter in the long run.

Just saying...

"Poltroon! What matter of land is this to bow to a mere king or queen when the presence of She who may yet become an Empress is inevitable? Thou may lay aside my awesome powers, my imperial lineage, my splendid heritage - indeed - never mind all of that, for - I am, as they do say in the modern vernacular - Super cute!."

Ariarh listens to Brett's instruction and nods her head in the affirmative. She is still eager to hear from Kae in regard to his exact connection to Grishnak and the animal bloodsport, but she would wait until they had all returned by evening and regathered. There's is much I do not know and I do not like it, she thinks.

Looking down toward Anuk-su, she speaks candidly, "I do not think it would be wise for you to accompany me to the cultist camp. That there are some now who directly worship Apsu and revere you for your rank and race, it may prove an obstacle when speaking with the leaders of this new religion. Do you understand, little princess sister?" Her eyes have a kindness when she looks upon the little dragon-girl, her ward. She knew that if Anuk-su insisted on coming along, there wasn't much she could do to sway or deter her. Yet, the child was under her protection and she had to do right by her.

Turning her gaze back to the Holbyt, "Brett, I don't think it wise that I should go alone to this cultist camp. I am unknown to them as they are to me. I would prefer an escort or guard, either is fine. I was thinking of Henry Ironhorse as a good escort. He is versed in religion, being his wife is a minor priestess, and he is handy with a weapon and strange things I am sure. Do you have any other suggestion regarding an escort or guard? Of course, I will take Dior with me. I do need to speak with Mistress Patty but I would see these leaders sooner rather than later. There are a number of people I could speak with, hear their thoughts and feelings regarding the occurrences and disruptions of late. I will go and quickly freshen up first and then be on my way down to the village."

Whilst Lady Sylvianya Turon is still present in the chamber,

"Lady Turon, could you tell me where I would find this camp? Or is there someone who could show me the way?"

”Bah – I shall not waste my time with these foul cultists – rather, I shall instead head directly to the Banks’s Home – for they are goodly folk and their hearth is the warmer for a fine meal, which they shall, no doubt - provide. Next, thy shall likely find amusement where thy may – with this foul cult, as some have named it; or thy steed to ride, in the form of the man-flesh called Esserian, if thy please,” she adds, making what passes as a “joke”, and giving you a knowing - but completely obvious to anyone who understands her joke – wink at her "clever witticism".

”However, as it seems that thou art likely to secure guard from Ironhorse, and his folk – I shall then insist on further guard for thee – in the form of one of my minions – Glaidus should do – for he is more impressive then any of my people in physical bulk, though he does fall short in the natural grace and carriage of Sir Sylvath, never mind our good Sir Dashan.... Nevertheless – under the worthy presence of Glaidus, and the presence of the head of the Ironhorse clan - should thy be accompanied by both of these two at thy side – thy shall look well, I deem, and, moreover, be safe under the guard of trusted men. Yet – if thy would insist on having uniform guards as befitting thy rank – that can easily be brought to thee also, at the Banks’ house, as well – I should think. Thy need only send messages to the camp of that half-elf barbarian - his own troops may look more "formal" for thy diplomatic negotiations - though I am not sure as to the nature of their competency, as compared to the man Ironhorse - and mine own folk as well. However - I shall allow thee all freedom in the choice of who thy thy should choose to guard thy life” Anuk-su says with an overly magnanimous - and melodramatic - broad wave of her hand.

”After this is all over – it may be wise for us to then return to our own home – I would see it well and true – for it is long sense I slept in my own chambers amongst my own possessions,” she adds, sweeping to her feet and leading you and Dior from the chambers.

As you leave, Lady Turon gives you the directions to the tent where you can find the chief of these cultist – his name, as the people call it – is Hadad, of the House al-Kazeem. You recognize the location of his tent to be roughly in a place where the southerners congregate and live – it is also close by to Grishnak’s folk – and not far from the Bounty Hunter’s guild. You ponder this as you plan for your guard duty, and who you feel would be best to take.

Ariarh calls out to her other companions, seeking reinforcements for the cave exploration.

Ariarh notices Arasmes stand and the dark expression on his face draws her attention but she pushes it to the side for a later time when she can ask him what pains him so. She was tired, yet Anuk-su was right -- they could not assume they, and this land, were safe simply because they had slain and disposed of the forest drake and her followers. And, she was worried about Brett. It had been some time since she saw the Holbyt last.

Stirring from her private musings, Ry looks over her shoulder and addresses the party behind her, "Let us finish this."

Seeing your enthusiasm to "finish this" - Anuk-su might have otherwise agreed with your sentiment, instead, she merely turns and says to you:

"Come on! I said there is no time to explain such matters, we must hurry now! It is far too important to delay and take the time to explain further," she adds, running back to grab you by your arm and pulling you along, even as Dior squawks in surprise at her action as she fairly tugs you along.

You are still not sure why she has managed to find the time to explain that "there's no time to explain" - but can't simply use the time to simply explain to you! You make a mental note - no... Scratch that, you slip out a scrap of parchment and jot it down physically so there is no chance to forget -

- Note to self: BRING DRACONIC WAR MANUAL - AND READ IT! Also, talk to Patty and Selendria about tips raising and dealing with little girls - they may have some suggestions as well! -

You stuff the parchment back in your satchel even as you jog after her, vaguely aware that Dior seems to be making sounds that sound disquiet-tingly like little snarffy chuckles; but when you look his way, he quickly turns his head and has a very contrite look on his little face.

Turning to look behind her, she calls out with a somewhat impatient tone -

"Bah - thy add the sum far too slowly!"

"Come now - count with alacrity and do not dawdle like an old woman on washing day else we shall not see what needs be seen sooner, but rather, later!" she adds with frustration.

Ariarh - you can sense whatever it is she wants you to see - she is acting like a much more articulate six year old who really wants you to drop everything and run over and see what she has to show you, instead of simply just saying what it is.

"And bring the others, if thy would - what there is to see - it is far too interesting and important to explain at this time - rather, we must go!" she adds.

You wonder if, in the time that she informed you that there was "no time to explain" such things - why she couldn't use the same time to say there was no time - she could have just explained it instead? Hmmm... this seems odd - no doubt there will be more such insight in how to deal with such creatures while reading the Draconic War Manual...

After several moments of continuing with your current actions, Anuk-su comes running over to Ariarh and grabs her sleeve.

”Put up this foolishness. What? Oh – apologies, for a moment I counted thee wise in the ways of warfare; though this is surely not the case. However - is it not said - Do not count thy enemy dead until thy have seen the body; but even then thy may be in error… Aye, indeed! For surely an enemy may live on to fight thee with his reputation, even though he died a martyr, yet I spoke in haste,” she adds with a wave of her hand, somewhat out of breath.

”In certainty I meant that before we should count the battle finished we should fully explore the rest of this temple – there may be more threats to discover… Of a certainty Brett has discovered more beyond the altar yonder. Come - come see,” she adds, pulling on Ariarh’s arm.

Ariarh is free to follow; even while the others are free to do what they wish.

Ariarh opens her satchel to take a flask of the chemical compound and from her backpack she draws two flasks of holy water and a magical potion against enchantment etc. and hands the four items to Brett.

Arasmes, did you take any of these potions when Ariarh was offering them to the group back at Saravale? I don't remember seeing a post. Sorry.

Ariarh - you see Anuk-su shudder visibly at Sir Dashan's words to her, and you can see her trembling slightly as he he barks out his orders at you all - as if he is a captain and you are all soldiers under his command.

You give her a worried look - for you know he was especially stern with her - and his words were not friendly.

You see that she has closed her eyes somewhat and has hugged her arms tightly around her chest, and you lay your hand on her shoulder, asking her in a hushed whisper if she is alright.

Anuk-su turns and looks at Arasmes, her eyes narrowing - the lavender colors inside shine like slivers of ice. Even though she is in human form, you can hear her hiss like a dragon might...

It is quite startling...

"Thou... and all thy many secrets... How many more would thy keep from us, and what is thy true purpose here," she says flatly to Arasmes, yet you can all sense the question is meant rhetorically.

Then she looks at Ariarh and speaks in Draconic - not caring if Qwykee or Arasmes can hear this or not.

After her words, she gives Ariarh a long look - as if to reinforce her words - but she does nothing except watch the young druid with a flat expression, gauging how she takes this statement, and waiting for a reaction.

Finally, she says aloud to Ariarh, in the Common Tongue so that any may hear...

"If he betrays us - any of us - then he shall die, I swear it," she adds.

Arasmes speaks up and says I think whatever we do, we should stay together if possible. It seems we may be overthinking this as well. Our only hope is to take the fight to them quickly and before they have time to marshal defenses against us. They hold all the advantages right now. We are blind due to the fog...except Arasmes turns towards the dragon ...Lady Anuk'su are not your kind able to see through fog...even magical...with ease? That would be a huge advantage to our cause.

"Yes - this is true - fog, mists, clouds - no matter; magical or otherwise - such things are no match for my vision..." Anuk-su says in a somewhat disinterested voice from Ry's lap.

Looking at Arasmes, "I once asked you to call me Ariarh or Ry and I stand by that request, Arasmes." Ariarh nods and smiles kindly.

"The fey at the Fairy Nest know Brett and I, or at least have seen us once before. We have had tea with them, so they may grant us an audience, with the right kind of offering, of course."

Looking down at the silent Anuk-su still lying in her lap, she gently asks, "Anuk-su, dear one, what you do think about our idea with the Fey? Did your dragon folk ever come across the Dark Fey or the old gods?"

Diplomacy with Anuk-su: 1d20+9

Anuk-su says nothing for a time, contenting herself with having her hair stroked, and looking up to the sky, watching the sun recede and the springtime stars begin to shine.

”I have heard tales of things – but they are not gods, and to call them “gods” – old or otherwise – is a blaspheme to the true collection of divine beings,” she adds with little emotion.

”Such things are the essence of – what one may suggest – pure power. Yet in the absolute sense – for they, in their existence – are filled with such power that if a mortal seeks to pursue them – then the mind of the mortal shall be broken. Indeed – as a name may call forth a being from another place – so to it is said that to speak the name of these Ancient One’s is a conjuring of power itself. Any who would utter such words, even the word of a name – no doubt speaking such a name would invoke the sliver of such power… And the consequences would be ill indeed, I should think,” she adds.

”In this matter Adjt is more learned then I – he has said once that mortals flutter about such powers like a moth doth cling to flame – it draws avarice – ever to draw nearer to such power – yet, if one moves too close, even as the lust for it may grip the creature – then, like the moth – the flame shall consume it and it shall perish.”

”If thou would speak on such things openly then thy have, perhaps, already lost thy wits - more then this I shall not say, for it is not my place. But for myself I should offer this wisdom, such as it is – if the gods themselves cannot unmake such power as them that are called the “Ancient Ones” – and they who should try to are yet gods – how then should mortals dare dabble with such things with chance of success?”

She lifts herself somewhat, propped on an elbow and turns a cool expression on Arasmes.

”To pursue them is to lead thee to madness – it is therefore worse to begin a journey that has a foul ending – mark it well and remember. Else thy, and others – shall find that such pursuits will be – of a certainty – thy undoing,” she adds, then lays her head back down.

She considers the stars for a while – and raises her right hand to trace small patterns in the heavens.

Anyone with a Knowledge: Nature can “Take 10” – and discover she is actually tracing constellations absently.

She then considers the matter of the Fey creatures before answering; specifically the concepts of battle between them and the Ancient Ones.

”Adjt knows much of that lore – but I do not – only this; before this land was peopled with mortals their were beasts and birds – and for millennia they enjoyed these lands in peace, free of the trials of Men – when Men came the Fey folk receded – into a hidden twilight – unseen, but in small and shrinking groves, orchards, or other such places…”

”Yet it is said that not all were eager to leave with joy – and that many places where the woodlands were once lush and bountiful – filled with mirth and magic- there was strife amongst the kinfolk who lived there. There were great battles then – between the Fey – some preferring to leave the world to Men – while the others hating the coming of Men and were greedy to keep the earth for themselves – and through their hate they became twisted, darkened and evil – their hate and greed, and lust for power – as well as their need to have things on their terms – and in their terms only they would prevail. Their war – this war between the goodly folk of wood and glade – the Fey and their own kin – came from those who saw the greater good was in strife and knew that they must give way to the dominion of Men and their arrival – while those that wished for the world to function as they saw it – these Dark Fey who wished the world to move thus as they perceived best… Such folk were inflamed by their dark designs and did war on each other…”

She watches the clouds in the sky for a while, saying little.

”But such tales are best told by those who know them best – and I do not,” she adds with a little shrug.

”As for finding the Fey at the Faerie nest?” she adds to Ariarh.

”In such an endeavor I would think thy efforts would fail,” she says bluntly.

”The Fey thy mentioned seem to be those who cloak themselves in shadow – content to hide from Men – and are not concerned with the ways of Men – nor pursuing a war with their kindred. They would, it seems to me – rather hide then fight. Further – it seems to me – that thou art on a strict schedule – to delay – if but a day or so – could be dangerous – for we do not know the need to be at the temple on such an auspicious day – but I should gather that it would be best not to dally…” she adds.

Then she makes herself more comfortable, and simply stares at the stars.

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