Foul Play (Meeting)

[DruinsBane 240]

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEMMMi8WsUc

 

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 are on the verge of another conflict, unlike the last this is to be no mundane fight. The very earth shall splinter under the might of both arcane and Drudic forces. whether we take part and which side we take should be common knowledge within the Coven.

 

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

 

 

- Shatter Mask

 

Recipients of the letters are Coven members in its entirety.

 

 

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[DruinsBane 240]

 

A gaunt skeletal figure stands at the edge of a round stone table, its leather like skin pressed against the round bulb of a skull called a head, spectral flames leaping and dancing from the long since used sockets that once housed its eye's.

 

"Good evening my brothers and sisters, I trust time has treated you well. We are now at a cross road of opportunity, the Druids and the Elves of the silver city will wage a grand war, we may have a hand in it by the end and may have something to show for it too. What say you, stay our hand or tilt the scales once more."

[Tsuyose 3285]

The lone necromancer casts his gaze up, arching an eyebrow. A faint sigh parting from his arid lips as he plucks a note from the bird. He ascends up and onto his feet, right hand delving into his robes and producing a ripe, crimson apple. He parts his jaws, taking a large bite out of it before chewing and finally, swallowing. Upon arriving at the Coven entrance, he enters swiftly, casting his gaze up as a faint, cruel smile curls over his lips.

 

"Fight."

[Joe_Blackman 253]

Another enervated and partially pallid necromancer receives the note, grasping it between his two arid hands. Upon reading the letter manifold times, a dense feeling of doubt falls atop his countenance, his lips slant to one side ever so lightly, as if a flat, brisk decision hasn't met him yet. Only an exasperated sigh escapes him, dipping his head down as he shakes his head out of disbelief.

[DruinsBane 240]

He says drumming his skeletal finger's over the table in an echoing "Tap!" "Tap!"

 

"My stance on the situation is as followed, the destruction and dissolving of the Drudi order would yield little to no rewards for the coven. Thus the 'Silver' city would render us with far more riches, we are not about ancient grudges we are beyond that, I am for the desolation of the High-Elves."

[Zarsies 6795]

From near the table does the spindly, anemic body of Sprat shimmer into view. His sewn lips part, the demon chiming in his ever so loving, singsong voice. "Conflict should be met with encouragement..." he coos before dipping into silence, taking a breath to catch  his tender words. "...I am in support of any interaction."

[Tentoa 3161]

A rather oddly dressed necromancer drops from the ceiling with a dull 'slap' upon the floor, it gingerly tugs itself upwards and reaches up a single ivory tendril from the yellow robes concealing it. Clearing its throat and chucking off the pirate hat upon its crown the creature speaks up. "Sorry I'm late, I was a tad busy with..." It would pause, glancing to the empty rum bottle clutched in its ivory appendage, tossing it aside which is accompanied by the tell-tale smashing of glass. "Things..." 

[Zarsies 6795]

The fiendish, combed mess of Sprat snakes towards Achan, coming over to idly stroke at his tentacles while humming away to him, "What of you... squid? Where should we... place our efforts?"

[Drak3 442]

The thin figure of a hooded & robed woman made her way into the room to find a seat.

Pulling the chair inward to finally come to a rest. Laying both hands to her lap, the frail-looking

female Glanced around to the others to listen in on before making any effort to speak at all.

[DruinsBane 240]

His head turning upon the cradle of his torso, his eye's staring out towards each member with cold, calculating stare.

 

"Lets not stand on ceremony, strike now while the iron is hot. Are you in or are you out?"

[Elad™ 560]

In the shroud of the night a hooded figure adorned in dull gray robes traversed the corrupted lands of The Fringe, coming to a halt at the door to the Coven home. He exhaled sharply and rose a hand, wriggling his fingers as eerie, dim lavender hues flickered to life in his palm, emitting a soft glow that slowly grew as it expanded out into a strange portal of sorts. The handle of a wrought iron key emerged from the opening, which the lone figure quickly took into its grasp before the light dissipated completely. With one sluggish movement he shifted his hand up to insert the key into the door to the Necropolis, and sauntered in, letting the entry-way slam behind him to announce his arrival. 

 "I miss anythin'?" The enigma asked in a low murmur, trudging over to a corner of the room to lean against the wall.

[Drak3 442]

The feebly-framed figure of the woman sitting at the table finally speaks up towards the others gathered around.

 

"I will say t.. This, attacking those whom r.. Replenish the very essence we use to refuel

ourselves.. W.. Would not be t.. The brightest idea to carry out w.. With action..

W.. With saying that.. I cast my say In going against t.. The Silver city.."

 

The hooded outline of the female seals her mouth to go silent after speaking to those 

in the room.

[Zarsies 6795]

Sprat chatters in echo of the Wight host, calling, "...The majority speaks. Tahn'siol... is doomed."

[Tentoa 3161]

Achan clears its throat, withdrawing its tendrils from the demon child's grasp at an awkward pace. "Well, if we attack the silver city then it seems as though I am going to require a new summer home...But I'll leave some bread for them, as a parting gift." the creature would utter out in a dry, stoic tone up until the mention of bread where it's tone raises into a malicious drawl. 

Achan would return later in the meeting, announcing. "There is a boulder in my house at Tahn'siol. Never mind, we're burning it."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.