The Embassy

[Phog 150]

The Teutonic Embassy in Arethor is quite. An assortment of Sariants sit around, some of them reading huge, dusty tomes, others sharpening their weapons. The smell of burning oak and the sound of the crackling of the fire fill the embassy. Dain sits at the large table, scribbling in a small leather-bound book with a quill. Hochmiester Mirtok sits beside him at the head of the table, studying a map. Dain looks up for a moment, surveying the Sariants. He clears his throat before speaking,

"Anyone have anything to report? It's getting too quiet around here..."

[SpookyLean 880]

*OrdenMarschell Maur Azog sits at the embassy table cutting his steak, and then hears Dain ask for reports, Maur looks down at Dain*

*Maur shakes his head*

*Maur then looks at his brother Erik seeing that his armor is damaged pretty badly*

*Maur swallows his steak before talking*

"That Armour gunna last ya?"

*Erik nods and continues to sharpen his battle axe*

*Maur cuts his steak with his small dagger*

*Maur pulls out a battle formation plan from his pocket and studying it*

[TornadoWatch 364]

"Not much, Ordenmarschell... This has been a boring Elven Week. I suppose we're all just waiting around for something to happen, if you know what I mean. Personally, I went up North on a bit of an expedition; found some odd group of people who are building a whole new city up there. They have pet snakes and have leveled out an entire desert to their little project. Went farther up to search for any Frost Witches to see if the rumors about them are true, but I couldn't find any." Jonathan Black speaks up from the book he's reading. He flips a page after he's done speaking; it appears to be one of the older recovered texts about the Cloud.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

High Priest Quavinir walks through Arethor happily, a look of pure glee well present on his face, he had just cleared the massive bounty on his neck, allowing him to walk through Arethor without the slightest morcel of fear, everything was appeaering to turn up, even the area where his ear once was, was healing, the once deep, and mortal wound was now simply a shallow scab,

Wandering through Arethor, Quavinir comes across the Teutonic order's embassy, though he did not know that it was, walking up to it, he peers in non-chalantly, curious what might be inside, what he finds though brings a look of shear terror to his pale, gaunt face, having just seen a familiar sariant Quavinir quickly ducks down, hoping he wasnt seen "Bloody Zealots"

He hisses, extremely unhappy to see his "Least Favorite" group of knights,

((just saying, my character was rather obvious, and could easily have been seen, and Jonathan coul recognize me, so if you want some rp, you got some "Suggestion: come get me!

[Phog 150]

Dain nods as Jonathan finishes speaking.

"That is good work, I suppose, though vagueness in information is worthless...."

Dain stops speaking as he notices movement outside the door of the embassy. He motions towards the door as he speaks.

"Jon, go see what that was."

[TornadoWatch 364]

Jonathan shrugs. "Well, sir, you asked what we did; and I told you what I did and what I know, which, sadly is just not much."

He nods as he gets up, lowering his voice. "I heard that too.."

He has his hand on his blade as he slowly walks up the stairs towards the door, opening it and looking right, down the hallway.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir Covers his one, left ear, hoping he didnt just hear what he thought he heard, but to his shear terror, he feels a slight itch, eluding his every though and command, he sneezes, loudly, cursing he inches over a couple inches farher away "by Rthulu, damn allergies" He hisses, his low raspy voice barely legible to someone close by...

((you know what to do!

[TornadoWatch 364]

"What was tha... Rthulu? RTHULU!?" Jonathan rushes out of the door, his blade drawn. He notices a familiar face, and is deeply surprised when he recognizes it. He rushes down the hall towards the heretic; it seems as though he's attempting to tackle him.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

*Quavinir looks at Jonathan more surprised then him, and trys to roll sideways, aiming to get away from the angry Knights path, himself already in an odd squat,

[Phog 150]

Dain, hearing the commotion outside snaps his book shut and lays his quill on the table. He walks over to the door of the embassy, hand on the shaft of his axe. He pokes his head out the door, trying to figure out what is going on.

[SpookyLean 880]

*OrdenMarschell Maur looks up at the door then at Erik "What the **** is going on out there." Maur and Erik, stands up then walks towards the stairs, Maur pulling his war hammer from his back and, Erik uncliping his battle Axe*

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

((c'mon tornado! we need your reaction to coninue! or im stuck doing a barrel roll for eternity!))

[TornadoWatch 364]

*Quavinir looks at Jonathan more surprised then him, and trys to roll sideways, aiming to get away from the angry Knights path, himself already in an odd squat,

Jonathan misses and slides onto the ground before trying to get himself back up.

"We have a heretic out here! Evaded capture once, help me out!" He yells behind him to the Sariants in the embassy.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

Quavinir looks at Jonathan trying to get up, and then looks around and notices the knights coming after him. in a response to the fear welling up inside him, and well knowing the knights could easily outrun him, he quckly raises his arms up above his head, in a signal of surrender, not even trying to reach to Scimitar sheathed on his belt, "I Surrender! don't stab! i Surrender!" he shouts, clearly knowing that the knights could easily kill him, looking around paniced, his red eyes, half a head of hair, one ear and extremely gaunt face making him look like a scared demon...

[TornadoWatch 364]

"You're a fool to come here." Jonathan says quietly. "With a bounty on your head and all - not to mention being a known heretic. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"