[!] A Congregation Of Clerics [/!]

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman paces across the room as she listens to the explanation, slipping her left hand back under her robes. Withdrawing the mage-gold glove once more she lightly presses it against the strange mark, her head tilting slightly.She breaths out softly, letting out a faint hum.

 

"Hmmm... Could one of you send a runner to the Monastery of Sanctum? Ask to speak to the wizard Blundermore who resides there? Last I heard he was the foremost expert on portals, and would probably be of the best help to you here..."

 

That said she stands and makes her way back to her previous perch, speaking all the while.

 

"Oh the other matter however, if what you say is true I can almost certainly assure that the Order of the Mongoose will get involved. Dreadknights and those who command them are most certainly of concern to us."

[Rig 17591]

Aegor simply closes his eyes, calming himself, before again speaking. 

"Yes.. I believe somebody will send a runner, if only people were listening to me when I spoke that a grave threat was appearing... this may not be the same thing, but none the less.."

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman shrugs her shoulders, her right hand reaching down into her robes to retrieve a pipe.

 

"Well, that doesn't really matter anymore now does it. So what do you have in the terms of manpower and resources? How many warriors, holy or otherwise?"

[Rig 17591]

Aegor shrugs, "I do not know, I presume ten to fifteen people in all,  there may be many rogue or freelancing clerics around who could join in, but Mandru and his war-cleric's are the best bet, people like me just smack a dark creature with a sword, and then arrest it. Resources? I doubt that many, the order's been somewhat split since the later times within the Fringe."

[[gonna go to bed, bye.]]

[JCQuiinn 168]

Rose nods slowly as she lights her pipe, puffing it softly. 

 

"Well, if the Order agrees to help we can most likely spare... perhaps a half dozen, maybe more, maybe less. All practitioners of the holy arts and experienced with hunting down dark and tainted beings. We've also a few skilled healers if necessary... Aside from that I can most likely gather together a half dozen irregulars using my connections, simple mages and swordsmen mostly...This is all conjecture of course, provided it is decided we will aid you."

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir shakes his head, chuckling. "Vaell, Im go-eeng to haed out now zaenn. A followvare of Yeu Rthulu haez no part een zeh fight against dark forseez." he says plainly, beginning to walk out. "Ill seh eef my connaections een zeh court of souls know anehzeeng..."

[AndrewTech 3334]

Mandru nods slowly, still slightly suspicious of Rose.

"Then we shall keep in contact; I agree to your terms of autonomy for this operation, but we will have to work together for this to succeed.

Discipline and training will be required for this Endeavour to be successful.

Report to thy order, Rose. We will accept however many holy warriors you can gather to accompany us on this misson."

The High Cleric leans on his staff, forcing a small smile.

"As for our War Clerics, I'm most certain that myself and three others at least will accompany me on this mission, perhaps four if I allow another non-combatant cleric to join us."

[Jake the Dog 290]

Smiles warmly at the sight of Rose, maybe thinking her of another. And her stating her order only supports his idea's. "Hmm, well we got work to do people. Best get ready for this can't go perfectly." Jakir rolls his shoulders, his plate armour grinding lightly as he checks his body for his weapons making sure they are ready for use. "Let me know when you are good Mandru, i'll see if I can't call up my own people for this." he looks to Keaton with a light chuckle. "This will be your first outing as a Cleric I hope you are ready, for this will be hard." turns back to Rose. "We will need all the help we can get, we all know how they love to stick together. I'll swing by the monastery when I have time to see how you are all doing. I wish you luck people, Tahariae keep you pure in the coming times." 

[JCQuiinn 168]

The woman named Rose continues to stare at the remnants of the portal for quite some time, ignoring most of the conversation around her. After a few minutes drag by she pulls the pipe from her mouth and speaks.

 

"How long have you been using this location as a base of operations? Who else knows about it. What sort of wards do you have in place?"

[Merkaken 516]

Siggourdnbad sits atop his monolith of plague and disease, a dark green mist seeping from his robes. He hears news of the kidnapping and chuckles lightly, shaking his head. "Ikuras sna shaek, yunya. Tilok..."

[Rig 17591]

Aegor speaks towards Rose, gesturing, "It was a gathering I was trying to hold, I assumed not many would arrive, I was mistaken. I myself.. cannot ward, it was planned to be a small meeting, but grew bigger than I assumed, which could be both terrible and great, I suppose. We've been here arguing for around an entire seed."

[Lyuin 65]

Isaac glances to Jakir curtly. "Like usual we often run in blindly, I suggest we have a briefing of sorts before the rescue attempt. Explain what to do in certain events, the marching order and desired equipment and tactics that follow."

 

He pauses for a moment before adding. "I suspect a trap. So pray your plate is strong and your mettle is stronger."

[Rig 17591]

Aegor nods his agreement to Isaac, "Aye, that'd be wise to be honest." 

[Agith 224]

Cir'dian grins, looking onward to the group beneath the red hued black iron norman helmet which conceals his face. He tilts his head, situating himself in a fairly dark area and simply watches intently. His eyes shift to Mandru as time progresses. And as such Cir'dian looks down, sighing and pulling free the wrought helmet from his head.

 

"Mandru...I am to be taking a leave of absence. From everything in this plane. Where you seem to have maintained your proper views of Tahariae, and of the order. Mine are beginning to- Degrade. As such, I am taking time of leave with no promise of return until such a day is that I am confident that I will be able to once more take up proper belief to match the strength of my sword arm. So until then, I ask your patience and understanding in this, old friend. With me will come all the relics I have procured, and all the knowledge as well. Should the day come where I can once more take up them faithfully in the name of Tahariae. Until then I will pray, and I will work to re-attain my faith and my will to serve. Until then, I bid my fair well. Give my regards to the rest of the members." Cir remarks with a warm smile, his helmet under his arm. He appears to have a large backpack on, filled to the brim with items unknown. Unusual for those aware of the various artifacts he wields which negate the need for such containers. 

 

Cir'dian then turns, making his way out, pausing but for a moment at the door. Upon his face forms a meak smile, and then he continues on, fading from view.

[AndrewTech 3334]

Mandru hangs his head as one of his few War Clerics leaves.