A Expansion Of Intrests

[DruinsBane 240]

You hold aloft a letter, it reads.

 

Dear fellow brothers and sisters, we as like minded individuals have reached a peculiar period in time. We swell with profit from the human dwarf conflict, I can confirm that our area of land is lacking the necessary scale, and that we should not tolerate those who've made false claim to the land around us. Removal of said individuals should be swift, and that a moving of a large neighboring town is imitate, seizing the opportunity we should expand our walls and procure it.

 

I evoke my right of meeting, we shall meet when the moon is gibbous.

 

- Shatter Mask

OOC: We'll be conducting this meeting over the forum, treat this post as if you were at the meeting.

 

Recipients of the letters are Coven members in its entirety.

 

This post has identified itself as a set atmosphere, and would desire you to comply with its tones. Any out of character problems should be brought to the author of the post via PMS. Details

[DruinsBane 240]

Under the cold shadow of the obsidian Mountains, lies a land of bleak hills, blasted moorlands and mist-shrouded forests. It is shunned by all sensible travelers and is without doubt the most ill-famed region in the Fringe. No sane man would venture forth after dark and no questing knight or weary pilgrim ever accepts shelter within the brooding, rotting land. By night, the brutish peasants of the squalid villages lock and bar their doors, and hang bundles of charms and symbols over their shutters to ward against the evils of the night. And it is in this very land that the meeting takes place.

 

A figure stands in the agreed meeting place, his frame lanky and thin, his attire composed of primarily reds and yellows fabrics, a mismatched jumble of stripes and polka dots. He wears a red and white striped ruffle around his neck and a red cloak with a green and red inner lining.

 

"Good evening my brothers, I trust all is well. You've come with post haste at my request, I thank you for treating my letter with urgency. I am for my letter, let us hear any complaints or criticism or we shall agree and act."

[Yoff 328]

Gravelord Ordos finds itself a seat, isolated from everyone avoiding to de-rail the meeting with any talk of its return. It only listens for now.

[Zarsies 6795]

The skeleton exposes both of her once brawny and toned arms, the past-Uruk mortal sweeping her now rawboned arms towards her torso, latching onto the middle folds of her obscuring cloak. She pulls back the wrinkled layers, revealing her rib cage's almost-hollow sight. Within lie the protruding, prickled thorns that line an unholy pair of horns, grown from an unhallowed child that few know its sight; numerous lack memory of the hornbearer's visage for appropriate reasoning. From beneath the mantle, the only other visible aspect of the bone carriage's treasure is that of an eerily slowing stare: bleached magenta and true pearl. The act of confirmation comes to a close as the robe once more is closed, the disguise again taking its appearance of a lich, and not of a freight transit for the demon within.

 

The naked skull of the Bonescribe glints with its ivory reflection from the azure shine of the moon from under the gloom of her hood, the hollowed pits of the robed collection of assembled bones looking over to the Clown. With a skeletal paw the supposed lich hooks onto the veil of ash-stained jet that adorns her head. It plummets with her tug, revealing the drawn view of her angular skull. Lacking flesh entirely save for a webbed mesh of sinews and tissue around her mouth, the signature black mist of Necromancy weaving its way through the region, animating the shredded lips and quivering vocal cord, her voice of ancient  and olden-tones expression. "...I've frequented this 'Kaphro', among the other structures and settlements... they deserve what will blight them."

[Elad™ 560]

-Reservin'-

[Drak3 442]

*A figure dressed in darkened robes. Lined with crimson streaks laced around the hood and sleeves of the attire moves towards her goal. Only partial sight of a woman's face is seen. Showing only up to the brim of her nose as she stops after entering the location agreed on meeting at. Looking up at a tall figure of what seems to be a clown in greeting. After listening to him, she pulls the overhanging hood back to stare up at the oddly dressed man. She looks over to what seems to be a large, cloaked Lich that stands near by. Bowing her head towards it with a single gesture. Turning to do the same towards Gravelord Ordos. Looking back to the clown after, she finally begins to speak with a low, though clear voice.*

 

"G.. Greetings.. I.. I have c.. Come here on a.. Accordance o.. Of the summoning.. T.. Though a.. At this time, I have n.. Nothing to s.. Speak on a.. As I w.. Wish to hear w.. What you a.. All have t.. To say on such s.. Subjects.. F.. For now, I.. I shall l.. Listen a.. And d.. Discuss on things t.. That are b.. Brought up.."

 

*After finishing her short speech to the others, she quickly turns to head over to a nearby chair to take a seat. Brushing the hair that loosely fell into her eyes back, tucking the crimson strands evenly behind her left ear while listening.*

[Demotheus 651]

((odd request, but can I roll to stumble across this meeting? Unless it's not, as it seems, out in the open.))

[DruinsBane 240]

((odd request, but can I roll to stumble across this meeting? Unless it's not, as it seems, out in the open.))

 

OOC: Doubtfully, as this is taking place deep within the Necromantic stronghold. Even so we'd most likely be alerted of your presence and we'd attempt to eradicate you.

[Tsuyose 3285]

A hooded figure would arrive, descending down within the confines of the Coven; eyes narrowed beneath the onyx mask he wore. He soon casts his gaze up towards the stuttering, feminine figure, a faint sigh parting from his arid lips. "Stop stuttering." He mutters, before sliding onto a chair and falling silent.

[DruinsBane 240]

The garish harlequin would begin to roam, his disquieting steps making a "Tap-um!" upon the grounds surface, looking at each arrival with cold calculating eye's. "The meeting will come to a end if no one is against, and we'll proceed with my proposal."

 

He'd proceed over towards the robbed women, his frame shuddering with the sounds of clinking and clanking bells, that ring out in blasphemous sounds. "You're new, I can tell. You've got that air about you." his hand would rest upon the arch of her chair, his voice hushing down to a audible whisper. "How does it feel to be playing with the big boys now." his frame arching back, letting out an echoing cackle. "HaHaHaHaH!" he'd straighten composing himself before returning to his seat.

[Tsuyose 3285]

The hooded figure remains silent for a few moments longer, a faint sigh parting from his arid lips. "You weren't there for the meeting, Shatter." He drawls in an uncaring tone; "Lucky had requested us to stop attacking things without a purpose. You see, we're not a town nor a city. We have no 'walls' to expand. If you seek the end of our Coven then continue, for I highly doubt Oren would stand and watch as we raze their village like barbarians."

[DruinsBane 240]

 

The hooded figure remains silent for a few moments longer, a faint sigh parting from his arid lips. "You weren't there for the meeting, Shatter." He drawls in an uncaring tone; "Lucky had requested us to stop attacking things without a purpose. You see, we're not a town nor a city. We have no 'walls' to expand. If you seek the end of our Coven then continue, for I highly doubt Oren would stand and watch as we raze their village like barbarians."

 

 

 

The garish performer's arms stretch wrapping around his lower abdomen, shaking with jubilation letting out a hardy laugh. "HaHaHaHah!" his head bobbing back and forth, his laughter would eventually subside.

 

"You forget something, we do not wholly exist, for if our tombs were plundered and pillaged the night after it would rise again, remade a new. For they can not fight a war with people who don't show up. And these abodes are not of Oren, they're of trespassers, Oren wishes them gone as much as we do."

 

"Purpose." he'd exclaim with a wave of his hand's. "The time of the empires of Men, Dwarf, Orcs and Elves draws to an end."

 

"Besides, the town is to be abandoned, and the targets I've picked Oren, would not bat an eye. I'm no fool, I know Orens power better than anyone. And purpose, expansion. Our vaults can not support the intake of dead, from the Dwarf, Human conflict."

[Tsuyose 3285]

"Better than anyone?" He chuckles faintly to himself. "Why should we attack if they're abandoning their town? I'd rather not waste my life, or dead on a town that's to be abandoned." He drawls, rolling his eyes beneath the onyx mask. "And if we agree to come, do you plan on defiling the land afterwards?"

[DruinsBane 240]

 

"Better than anyone?" He chuckles faintly to himself. "Why should we attack if they're abandoning their town? I'd rather not waste my life, or dead on a town that's to be abandoned." He drawls, rolling his eyes beneath the onyx mask. "And if we agree to come, do you plan on defiling the land afterwards?"

 

 

"No, you've confused these entities as one." setting himself down upon his respective chair, his leg's kicked up and onto the table. "First, the good people of Kaphro, are moving cause they've been offered better land, away from us. Second, unaffiliated groups have sprouted houses on the twilight fields." his hand's clasping together his eye's narrowing upon his brother, a slight insulting smirk sprouting on his face. "Now if you're scared of lone farmers and their stable hands, by all means hide here in safety."

 

A shambling thing of bones, its lanky pin arms holding aloft a letter, snatching it and reading it the performers face would turn a shade of pale. "Kahpro, is off the table. The town is to stay, trouble in the Orenian government would deem it so." his head would raise, his eye's would narrow and in one exasperated hush of a sentence he would say "The town is off, but let us take those wayward buildings free of the town."

[Netphreak 510]

'Battou' strolls on in, his crimson red iris gaze scanning the very area of the gathering, each footstep heavy and slow, deep long inhales and exhales escape his mouth veil with a small burning light coming from the end of where his mouth would be.

 

"Brethren, forgive my late participation..." He says with a raspy cold tone, as green smoke escapes the fabric covering his mouth. He strolls on over to lean up against a pillar, scanning the group and its potential new comers.