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Alaris, reacting instantly to his brother falling, takes a quick step in the direction of Marcus and begins a deadly onslaught of perfect swordplay and arcane magic. He makes three rapid attacks with his brilliant energy scimitar, each one seeming to find their mark easily and exploding with arcane energy as they connect. As he attacks, he weaves two spells in rapid succession and fires them at his immediate enemy.

"And so the festivities end." Alaris stands, places both hands on the table and begins to lean forward while looking at Nigel and Shaan. "Dear old dad, King Seferin, sought to bring our great nation into a 'Golden Age.' Of course his plan revolved around destroying a nation made up of those we once enslaved, but it didn't matter. It was for the glory of Valandaer! So into Tyrixx he marched with a company of thirty men on a 'diplomatic mission' that was about as diplomatic as The Cascade. His intent was to eliminate leaders of Tyrixx and begin what he thought would be a decisive war." He pauses for punctuation, taking a long drink before he begins again. "At this so called meeting of diplomacy, the goal of which was to negotiate trade and expansion, Sefeth made his move. But of course, Tyrixx, being no nation of fools, had anticipated Sefeth's actions and retaliated. War was on, and it began with the death of the King.

And now, here we are, decades later, still dealing with his mess, and poorly I might add. The fact is, we are losing and have been for quite some time. According to that demonic flip-flopper, Shra'Rit, Tyrixx is on the verge of being able to end the war decidedly in their favor with some sort of secret plan or weapon. None of us are sure what it is. We stand here today, despondent. We have attempted to acquire aid from the temporal and the divine only to be met with rejection. Our own mastery of the arcane is not enough to save us. So, today, we attempt to turn to the shadows. Our esteemed High Advisor, Lanthromere Aran, has developed a last-ditch plan to turn the tide in our favor. Valandaer simply does not have the resources to devote its own peop-"

Alaris turns to make eye contact with the Duke of Amrothe', and a wry smile cracks his lips. "Oh my mother is doing just fine Elros," he says, making no attempt to mask his amusement. Alaris' eyes narrow as he speaks, and his smile evolves into a full toothed grin. "She sends you her highest regards."