"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.
OOC: Tier 4. 4 days.
*Darthraxx has the soldier take them to the room with Kennedy Jones.*
*Darthraxx begins the spell.* 25%
Tul Generas of the Orcs, Darthraxx of the dragon Knights. I RP, and have lots of fun.
*At around this time, Darthraxx walks up to the group.* "You had something to say to me? I'm working on a solution to this battle, and I might have just hit on something, but all news is good to hear."
"Yes. I am Logaire Adarcafad, Great-Chief of all the minotaurs." As he says this, a large male minotaur near the back of the group (Damhan) scowls. Logaire continues, "I bring my people to help you in this fight. We number fifteen score, and we are fierce warriors." The last two minotaurs with him- a female covered in colorful markings and an enormous, barrel-chested male- nod their ascension. Logaire examines Darthraxx for a few moments, and says, "Were you by chance once a Crystal-Bearer? We tend to have a certain look about us, but I cannot tell for sure. That gift belongs solely to Alpida."
Amion looks around and tries to find Lexos.
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"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.
"The feeling is mutual. Aye." Demiu appears ever so slightly ruffled by Aaron being referred to as from "his people", but he hides it quickly. "Your help is sorely needed. The Xain number many times our full force, and if the rumours are true, they have also attacked the North, meaning this is not their full force. Thank you."
"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?"
"And about your scattered generals. Tell me everything about them. I'm sure you know." Lexos said suddenly, leaning forward.
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."
"Yes. As long as you create a usable map, your possessions will be returned." Berac calls in five other soldiers to stand guard as he brings in a table and sets the parchment and pencil on it. He walks over to Xavic and unties him.
"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.
"The feeling is mutual. Aye." Demiu appears ever so slightly ruffled by Aaron being referred to as from "his people", but he hides it quickly. "Your help is sorely needed. The Xain number many times our full force, and if the rumours are true, they have also attacked the North, meaning this is not their full force. Thank you."
"I will not lie to you, Demiu of the Lions. I, like Sairse, and Damhan, and most of our fellow Chiefs, opposed the motion to march to war. Logaire's decision to ignore the initial vote and settle the issue by trial-by-combat was not a popular one. We will honor our commitment, and our people will follow us, but if Logaire is replaced, the new Great Chief may choose to abandon this battle."
"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."
"Yes. As long as you create a usable map, your possessions will be returned." Berac calls in five other soldiers to stand guard as he brings in a table and sets the parchment and pencil on it. He walks over to Xavic and unties him.
"Sure, sure..." Xavic draws a map of the castle. "May I go now?"
"Yes. I am Logaire Adarcafad, Great-Chief of all the minotaurs." As he says this, a large male minotaur near the back of the group (Damhan) scowls. Logaire continues, "I bring my people to help you in this fight. We number fifteen score, and we are fierce warriors." The last two minotaurs with him- a female covered in colorful markings and an enormous, barrel-chested male- nod their ascension. Logaire examines Darthraxx for a few moments, and says, "Were you by chance once a Crystal-Bearer? We tend to have a certain look about us, but I cannot tell for sure. That gift belongs solely to Alpida."
Amion looks around and tries to find Lexos.
He finds him in a nearby room interrogating a man dressed in a Xain uniform.
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?"
"And about your scattered generals. Tell me everything about them. I'm sure you know." Lexos said suddenly, leaning forward.
"I do. I will not. I will tell you one thing, though. Do not trust Dror. He works only for his own gain. Any help he has given you is only to ingratiate himself to you in the event that you win. No matter who the victors of this war are, Dror will stand among them."
"And about your scattered generals. Tell me everything about them. I'm sure you know." Lexos said suddenly, leaning forward.
"I do. I will not. I will tell you one thing, though. Do not trust Dror. He works only for his own gain. Any help he has given you is only to ingratiate himself to you in the event that you win. No matter who the victors of this war are, Dror will stand among them."
Amion stands by the door watching and listening and waits for Lexos to see him.
OOC: I can't tag right now, some glitch, but I want LegoAgent to see this.
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"I do. I will not. I will tell you one thing, though. Do not trust Dror. He works only for his own gain. Any help he has given you is only to ingratiate himself to you in the event that you win. No matter who the victors of this war are, Dror will stand among them."
Amion stands by the door watching and listening and waits for Lexos to see him.
OOC: I can't tag right now, some glitch, but I want LegoAgent to see this.
IC: Lexos grabbed Corellus and pulled him closer. "Tell me about the generals or so help me I will make this day the day you'll need a coffin!" Lexos growled, then suddenly calmed down and thought of what the general had said about Dror. Lexos saw Amion out of the corner of his eye, then released the general. "I'll be back, and you had better have a good answer for me." Lexos walked over to Amion.
"Yes. As long as you create a usable map, your possessions will be returned." Berac calls in five other soldiers to stand guard as he brings in a table and sets the parchment and pencil on it. He walks over to Xavic and unties him.
"Sure, sure..." Xavic draws a map of the castle. "May I go now?"
"Not yet. There are a few things to talk about first. I will leave you unbound out of courtesy and trust, but my men will not hesitate to use force if you attempt to escape on your own." As he speaks, one of the soldiers leaves with the map. "Here is the deal. I will return your belongings, including your dragon, and set you free, not to be harmed by any Xain until this battle is over. But I need some assurance that you will not aid your compatriots. This is what I propose. I will send you to an outlying town, with a sum of money large enough to reside there comfortably for several weeks. I will also send a column of troops, who will monitor you and keep you from leaving or communicating with the outside until the battle ends. They will not interfere with you unless you attempt to leave or send or receive communications. They will leave once the battle is over."
"I do. I will not. I will tell you one thing, though. Do not trust Dror. He works only for his own gain. Any help he has given you is only to ingratiate himself to you in the event that you win. No matter who the victors of this war are, Dror will stand among them."
Amion stands by the door watching and listening and waits for Lexos to see him.
OOC: I can't tag right now, some glitch, but I want LegoAgent to see this.
