[!] A Congregation Of Clerics [/!]

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman chuckles slightly as she returns the glove to her robes, her hand reemerging moments later uncovered. With a faint dip of her head she muttered a soft reply. 

 

"Ah, my apologies then High Cleric. I am Rose. A holy warrior."

[AndrewTech 3334]

"I see, Miss Rose."

The old cleric looks the woman up and down.

"You claim to be a holy warrior, and you posses what appears to be holy magic. Yet I do no think you are a member of our order, as I recall, though I may be wrong on this subject if today is any indication...

Who is your patron?"

[JCQuiinn 168]

The cloaked woman lets out a throaty chuckle as she raises her left hand, wagging a finger back and forth as if scolding a child.

 

"My my, that's a rather personal question, are you going to ask me my three sizes next? Anyways, you are correct, I am not a member of your order, but I do represent an interested party."

[AndrewTech 3334]

Mandru's frown becomes even deeper.

"It is my job to be 'personal'; one of our Holy Itharel just got kidnapped by dread knights. Forgive me for my bluntness, Miss Rose, but in times like these, it may be nessisary.

What party do you represent? And, most importantly, can you or your party help us to rescue Lord Forseti?"

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman frowns slightly and closes her eyes, as if thinking for a moment. A dozen seconds pass before she opens them, her hands unfolding to push her slightly away from the wall. She paces a few steps forward before speaking again. 

 

"I am a member of the Holy Order of the Mongoose, if you've ever heard of them. And while I can make no guarantees, as such plans and operations must be considered by our council... Yes, it is quite likely we can aid you in such a task."

[AndrewTech 3334]

"'The Holy Order of the Mongoose'..."

Mandru scratches his beard slowly.

"I have heard of no such order; however, the mongoose is a powerful animal, and I daresay that I've seen the sign of the mongoose once before, near the old city of Leanniel... Carved into a tree, yet broken at the same time.

If you can help us, so be it. We would be quite grateful. You will have to work alongside our squad of elite clerics, however, and I plan to lead this operation once we discover the location of where Lord Forseti had been taken."

[AndrewTech 3334]

((Gtg for the night; I'll reply to any post addressed to Mandru tomorrow.))

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman tilts her head slightly in acknowledgement.

 

"That will be acceptable. Do understand that while the Order may assist you, our members shall operate solely under their own chain of command. Will this be agreeable?"

[Rig 17591]

Aegor enters the room once more, a blade sheathed as he removes his helm, "Indeed no luck, I'm afraid. Searched the forests nearby for cult activity, there is nothing," he frowns, looking towards Rose with slight curiosity, "Interesting, what brings you here?" 

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman smiles slightly at the newcomer, the faint outline of her lips shining through the unnatural darkness of her hood.

 

"Ah, as I just finished explaining to the High Cleric here, I am an observer who represents an interested party. You may call me Rose."

[Rig 17591]

The woman smiles slightly at the newcomer, the faint outline of her lips shining through the unnatural darkness of her hood.

 

"Ah, as I just finished explaining to the High Cleric here, I am an observer who represents an interested party. You may call me Rose."

 

The Cleric merely grunts, gesturing, "I see, I believe we've met Rose, over something under my old home of Ravenhold, how did the digging in that land go, might I ask? You find what you sought?" 

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman tilts her head quizzically. Had this man so easily seen through this persona of hers? She could have sworn she was under a different persona than the one she currently uses.

 

Damn. This could complicate matters.

 

Chuckling softly she shook her head, waving a hand in from of her chest in denial.

 

"No no no, I believe you've mistaken me for someone else. Regardless, I believe we have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Would you care to tell me how these recent events came to be?"

[Rig 17591]

The woman tilts her head quizzically. Had this man so easily seen through this persona of hers? She could have sworn she was under a different persona than the one she currently uses.

 

Damn. This could complicate matters.

 

Chuckling softly she shook her head, waving a hand in from of her chest in denial.

 

"No no no, I believe you've mistaken me for someone else. Regardless, I believe we have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. Would you care to tell me how these recent events came to be?"

"Ah, I suppose so," Aegor would nod, grunting, before stepping over to his seat, and sitting.

Whoops, assumed you were wearing the same robes with the hood on, if not, feel free to void whatever I said, and I'll change what I said. ;p 

not trying to meta.

[JCQuiinn 168]

((It's fine. People have verbal and physical ticks that could remind you of someone else. It's perfectly reasonable he might assume she's Selina.))

[Rig 17591]

Aegor suddenly shudders, as the memory dawns upon him, "It.. was terrible. A rift appeared, I believe near Hosper was sitting, Dread Knights stepped forth..." His forehead sweats lightly, he

embarrassedly lifts a gauntleted hand to his forehead, wiping it away. "A third figure came as well, but once the war-clerics shined their lights I fell unconscious, it was a tad much for me, I believe, the dark presence could've over ridden my mind, or it was just my fear." He leans a bit, his posture breaking, as his stress is evident, "They took Hosper... right from under us."