The First Dark Congress

[Mephistophelian 977]

(( I am terribly sorry for the late post; skipping between cities has not helped me find a reliable internet source. Also, I'm sorry about the lack of text formatting... ))

 

Two, dry knocks emanate from the closed door of the meeting place.

 

Should the knocker be permitted to enter, in would stride a tall, thin figure. A hood obscures most of the newcomer's features, and the shaggy robes he wears would betray some sort of peasant-like origin. He sinks into a seat beside the previous newcomer, and withdraws an insignificant notebook.

[Locklathlan 41]

12 minutes ago, MrJoshy said:

 

 

Of the three druids that mutter amongst themselves, Cecilia coughs gently into her arm, leaning forward and resting her arms on her staff, and looking over toward the man. "Xionist, we have not ordered, demanded, nor told you to do anything. We have said what we would 'like' to be done. No more, no less. Your ideals that we preach ideas whom enter into our culture is correct; but we do not preach outward otherwise. Whence a seeker of druii comes to us, they are underneath our beliefs, as they have come to learn. Aside from that, we do not preach outside our homes at all. We have brought our points."

She takes a soft breath, drumming her fingers along her staff, looking over at the man with a bored expression in regards to his "superior attitude," and rests them gently. 

"We are willing to agree to the treaty, as I will repeat. The only thing we wish is for the regulation of magickas and whom hold the title of 'Xion,' as you have so stated you shall uphold."

"And druid, as I stated, I understand your own philosophy, that you only preach to those whom enter into your domain. I did not dispute that, though I only pointed to the fact that asking this of others based upon false assumptions of our disordered nature, is unwise. I shall withdraw the word 'ordered' if you so wish, but presenting your 'likes' seems like a useless thing to do if you do not expect them followed. Speak plainly then, and do not voice idle fancies that you already know may be talked down with ease. We are not here to voice our 'preferred' course of action, we are here to voice with utter certainty what we 'want' of the other orders gathered here, for voicing anything less sure than this is but a pointless waste of breath upon the air."

 

Raising his head back around to lock eyes with the druid, he raises his eyebrows and maintains his previous appearance.

 

"Your 'point' as you put it, does not exist; you have made an idle ask of us that has no bearing, and I simply make it clear to you that you shan't find us people to follow requests that hold no substance behind them. Let us not speak more on the matter, for causing another argument to ensue here is not what would please our overseers."

 

Sighing deeply, he raises a hand to wave with a certain brisk dismissal.

 

"You have my apologies, for I know I appear childish." A certain phrase is muttered beneath his breath, the words distinctively full, warming perhaps, even wholesome.

 

"My apologies druid; I shall return to silence now. My part here is done, for the debate shall now move onward to a different debate, I believe."

[GDPR 014 48]

"Hold now. Did that Tah-boy insult Xan-folk?" The helmeted elf queries, "Also, that sword- that sword needs no owner; it's power corrupts the wielder. You'd be better off throwing it into the sea, or just throwing it in lava."

[Zarsies 6795]

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From the quieted, dark trine heading the table, the abyssal and rocky voice of Kozilek comes shaking the air with a dull laugh out from his effeminate cloak.

 

"Dr͜òwń ́i̸t͠."͞

[GDPR 014 48]

"Got any better ideas?" The hue which permeates the hoods of his robed followers shift to Kozilek.

[Tsuyose 3285]

Herun retained his gaze upon Nimdravur, awaiting his response- he'd proceed to repeat himself to the now silent Nimdravur ::

 

"If you want to begin, then the Paladins recently suffered a wound. A Paladin of ours lost her arm to a man that wields life and shadow I can only presume it is a Necromancer or Shade if not both perhaps you’d be willing to inquire, or investigate. He went by the name of Haskaal. I'd like him alive so the Paladins may enact justice for our wounded sister.

 

Then we may conclude this meeting after we've discussed our terms fair, I presume I'll be taking the mantle and representing both Orders, then, as the Paladin representative and, as the Tahariaen prophet has claimed I'll be finalizing what happens next, so, I wait for you."

 

He spoke, tone low, calm albeit solemn; "I do not desire war." He'd idly comment.

 

[Repeating for Cameron after a conversation on Skype. He'll reply to it when he can.]

 

 

 

[Ventusyr 233]

The dark priest nods to the Prophet of Xan at this before closing his eyes, taking in a deep inhale, and slowly releasing. When he opens his eyes, his scarred face has returned to the detached somberness he wore when he entered the room.

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Coltaines toad face would scrunch up in disgust before speaking "I remember the days we were a force to be feared, a dark rumor muttered in shadowed tavern corners, when we didn't ask these high and mighty priests for our precious swords but took what we wanted! Now look at you sorry lot of spooks! Making a treaty with the holy and those silly tree huggers! Bah! I spent my whole life serving the dark for this to happen? Life wasted!" He ends, huffing angrily before adding "YA damned hoodlums."

[ski_king3 0]

The bearded man simply peers toward his uncle, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly. Aside from this, there was no change in the stoicism wrought upon his expression, though it would be clear some exchange was occurring.

[dandan1350 479]

"I will simply say now to confirm before the Xan prophet takes on representation of both orders. The blade requested will remain in the possession of the clerics. It will be placed within the vault and left locked, the key and the vaults location known only to myself and the Xan prophet. The blade will be only be released during the most dire of times against the forces of darkness when the order of Xionists presuming the agreement is formed, fail to keep one who proves troublesome in line and they prove too much for our own forces to handle.

 

As the artificer and keeper of our blessed tools I would see it surrendered to me by Ser Rosencrantz and the previous put into play.

 

I hope you are all willing to accept such terms, for it is the few it is the most you will get from myself. This way the blade is kept in our possession but is also not freely roaming the realms."

 

Nodding his head forward towards the gathering mass as he finishes his piece he steps back to Heruns side. 

 

"I apologise for any interruption."

[GDPR 014 48]

"I request you have more protection in addition to this... Vault, Silver-spear." His helm shifts to Daniel, "Would you do this?"

[dandan1350 479]

"This vault can be given no more protection then it already has, I can assure you it is entirely secure." He replied swiftly.

[Ventusyr 233]

The Prophet gives a sharp nod at Daniel's proposal, then looks to the conglomeration of spooks to see what their reaction shall be.

[Rig 17581]

The Lord of Endurance Gareth Hawthorne simply remains still, masked visage fixated on the comings and goings quietly as a simple word slept past his lips inaudibly to himself. 

[Parkins 550]

The decrepit human would glance toward Coltaine as he speaks, frowning as he responds between coughs.

 

"I will not repeat the--" A hacking sound echoes through the hall, sounding quite sick. "--will not repeat the idiocy of the Adherents of Immortui.. a time full of misconception and over zealotry. Fighting each other in war brings nothing but destruction on both ends.."