When Disciples Coalesce

[Taylor 504]

A pale man's figure comes to a slow halt in front of the grand structure, his blank gaze scanning over its pearly exterior. He takes a short moment to take in the magnificence of the structure before coolly making his entrance, his form once again coming to a halt as his knee bends at the sight of the three atop their thrones. The man slowly rises once again and sends a quick glance toward Nicholas, a low groan emitting from his slightly parted lips; though not even a moment after does he rise, only to take a seat at the rounded table. His hands move from one arm to the other, rolling up his sleeves before gently placing his pale forearms atop the table. His head tilts back as if observing those gathered, his eyes narrowing on a select few as he bows his head in greeting.

[Zarsies 6795]

"I requite my gratitude for your attendance, listeners. Without any questions, this meeting shall come to an end," says Uldrivt as he stands before the gathering, his amalgam of textiles sprawled over his livery of plates. He calls out in the same, constant voice of warmth, "Immediately after our departure, I shall be leaving for the land in which we shall inhabit. Tal'Anoros is no longer an option for our living and instead we shall settle a basilica elsewhere and out from under the rule of nations as an independent. It shall be dubbed Hualthal; should you care to follow me and assist in its construction, it would be much appreciated. Living quarters, supplies, and general support will be available for any of Xion who commit to the establishment. Thank you, dear listeners."

 

After that, the masked Dark Elf brings himself down unto his seat, waving a hand out towards the grouping. "This meeting is adjourned," he says whilst turning in towards Nimdravur to whisper sweet nothings into the ear of Dmitri.

[MrSyth 636]

Silvos was simply sitting at home, enjoying the company of his conjurations, when a belated letter arrived. Upon reading it, he set out to meet the others at the destined location. He arrives at the scene silently, and remains in the back as to not disturb any already ongoing conversation.

Finally, he mumbles:
How pleasant.

[Joe_Blackman 253]

From one of the many, opaque dark corners of the vicinity, Joseph stood unannounced. He spectated the exchange of words that left the mouths of the ominous crowd, no words had ever left his, though. The moment he stepped foot in the unformulated meeting, his intent and presence was undisclosed to all but himself. The elf's dreary, jaded eyes flickered to and from each individual that took their chances to speak, their prominent words were promptly burned into his mind. All of the familiar faces were of minimal interest to him, all except that one ebony visage that was alien to him but managed to resemble similar characteristics of a departed companion. 

Edited October 23, 2015 by Joe_Blackman

[Elad™ 560]

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