{JAMMERS! -Boomer- ONLY!} It was not Egol. He disappeared at the end of the Tower. I'm pretty sure it was Xavic, because he flew back on Gor'El ahead of the others to stop it.
LegoAgentFigure : Just making sure you see this, since you're not the one being quoted.
OOC: Thanks.
IC: "In fact, I do have something to ask Corellus." Lexos strides over to Corellus. "Corellus," Lexos pauses. "-of the Unicorns. I have a couple of things I must talk about, and I hope that you cooperate." Lexos takes a deep breath. "I learned about something recently. 'Malhiem Witches.' I want you to tell me what you can about them."
OOC: No problem.
IC: This gives Corellus pause. "How did you learn of these Witches?"
As the leader of the minotaurs is busy talking to Darthraxx, one of the others shakes Demiu's hand. He is enormous and barrel-chested, towering over everyone else in the hall. "I am Cathair Nertmor, Chief of my clan. With me are Sairse Pintalit, Chief of her clan; Damhan Cruladir, Chief of his clan; Logaire Adarcafad, Great Chief of our people; Amion Adarcafad'oin, Aaron Adarcafad'oin, Erlea Adarcafad'oin, Benat Adarcafad'oin; and these soldiers of the Northern Sun." He gestures in turn to a female minotaur covered in colorful markings; a muscular, scowling male; the tall, long-horned male conversing with Darthraxx; Amion; Aaron; the two Shadow Warriors; and the Morñornians. "Your injury looks most grave. How came you by it?"
"I am Demiu of the House of Lions, Lord of my people." Demiu looks carefully at the Minotaurs, this being only the second time he has seen one, the first being the Tower of Time. "General Corellus," he replies, indicating the Xain. "I bested him eventually, but I have paid a heavy price."
"It is a pleasure to meet you. You fought in trial-by-combat? That is a time-honored tradition among my people. All of our chiefs must best our predecessors to earn our position, though the modern process of attaining power is more complicated than merely that. Among your people, Aaron of the Mercenaries beat one of Damhan's Cruladirs to force us to enter this war. He fought admirably. I'm sure you did the same." Damhan scowls more deeply and turns away from the group.
"Could you perhaps draw it for me?" He produces a large sheet of parchment and a charcoal pencil.
"What would I get in return?"
Berac stares at him for a moment. "Your life. And, of course, additional payment could be negotiated afterwards. I'm sure I could, say, arrange for you and your dragon to be set free in exchange for your cooperation in making this map and staying out of the way and out of communication with your friends until this battle is over."
IC: "In fact, I do have something to ask Corellus." Lexos strides over to Corellus. "Corellus," Lexos pauses. "-of the Unicorns. I have a couple of things I must talk about, and I hope that you cooperate." Lexos takes a deep breath. "I learned about something recently. 'Malhiem Witches.' I want you to tell me what you can about them."
OOC: No problem.
IC: This gives Corellus pause. "How did you learn of these Witches?"
"Malhiem Witches. Tell me what you know about them." Lexos repeated.
"Hmm. . . I see. Will they attack without orders? And yes, I'm working on it. In fact, I plan right now to see if I can summon their Lead Sorcerer into a trap, unless you have another idea to learn of their magic."
"They will attack only on my orders, or on the orders of their respective chiefs. Some would follow a chief other than their own, if he or she is respected enough. The only other option that comes to mind is infiltrating their camp, but I am unsure how possible that may be."
"Good. . . Well, I highly doubt infiltration would be possible, unless they have magic to control minds, which all evidence I have leads me to disbelieve this. Right now, I'm going to start the process to summon the sorcerer's leaders." *A Dragon Knight Soldier comes over and whispers something in Darthraxx's ear.* "Say. . . You say that you have lived a long time. I would imagine that would mean you know when you're being lied to. Would you mind if you interrogated someone who came? The Shadow Warriors may like to as well."
*Once he gets the answer from the Minotaur, he gathers the materials for a spacial anchor rune.* (What tier would it be for a human sorcerer, and how long would that take for him to make?)
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
IC: This gives Corellus pause. "How did you learn of these Witches?"
"Malhiem Witches. Tell me what you know about them." Lexos repeated.
Corellus studies him for a long minute. "Not much that you don't already know, I think. And, besides, on this topic I would rather stay silent. It was Dror who told you, yes?"
"They will attack only on my orders, or on the orders of their respective chiefs. Some would follow a chief other than their own, if he or she is respected enough. The only other option that comes to mind is infiltrating their camp, but I am unsure how possible that may be."
"Good. . . Well, I highly doubt infiltration would be possible, unless they have magic to control minds, which all evidence I have leads me to disbelieve this. Right now, I'm going to start the process to summon the sorcerer's leaders." *A Dragon Knight Soldier comes over and whispers something in Darthraxx's ear.* "Say. . . You say that you have lived a long time. I would imagine that would mean you know when you're being lied to. Would you mind if you interrogated someone who came? The Shadow Warriors may like to as well."
*Once he gets the answer from the Minotaur, he gathers the materials for a spacial anchor rune.* (What tier would it be for a human sorcerer, and how long would that take for him to make?)
"Yes, I believe I do. Gladly." He goes into the room, taking Erlea and Benat with him.
Berac stares at him for a moment. "Your life. And, of course, additional payment could be negotiated afterwards. I'm sure I could, say, arrange for you and your dragon to be set free in exchange for your cooperation in making this map and staying out of the way and out of communication with your friends until this battle is over."
"I would also like my sword returned to my possession, I'm quite attached to them." Xavic looks at his bonds "It might also be helpful if you released me."
