Grecht Duiran

A mounted Grecht dragoon yells, "Hark, teac of Duiran! The Talon calls for your appointed
representative to meet him as ambassador of Exarch Rholva! He awaits at your western
gate!"

-movement crap-

At the base of a ruined tower. (Duiran.) (25325) [-Haern-]
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A large moss-covered
monolith stands vigilant here. A savage red and green flag waves in the wind, depicting a raven.
Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Torrents of water twist and shift around the
watery form of an undine aquacaster here, masterfully manipulating her element. A burly centaur
stands sentinel, his hefty crossbow at the ready. Blending in nearly perfectly with her environs, a
cloaked wilderness warden waits here for potential trouble. A viridian satyr stamps his hooves over
the ground, muttering shamanic curses to himself here. Prowling about the area is a feral bahkatu
predator. There are 2 mounted Grecht dragoons here. Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget is here. He
wields a sweeping talon ranseur in his hands.

You incline your head politely to those around you.

Yorvhaset acknowledges you with a nod of his head.

You say, "I am Solaria, the Feral Will of Duiran. I can speak on its behalf."

A mounted Grecht dragoon yanks at the reins as their taerilan makes a restless shift, eyeing you.


You have emoted: Solaria arches a scaled brow, "What is it that needs to be discussed?"

Yorvhaset:
He is a muscular Grecht, tall for his kind and covered in scars. His skin is weathered and creased
with age where it is not covered in black fur, and his countenance is proud and haughty. His yellow
eyes are narrow, hard and angular, set in a broad, flat-nosed face that seems set in a perpetual
stony glare. A pair of batlike ears sweep back from his skull, bracketing a tide of intricately
knotted and braided belts of black-grey hair, and the claws on his hands and feet are meticulously
trimmed.

                (resplendent and burnished) : silvered dragoon field plate
              (cast back over one shoulder) : a sweeping, hooded cloak of white feathers
                       (guarding his hands) : armoured, taloned gauntlets
                 (securely tied with sinew) : fur-lined leather sandals
                   (slung across his torso) : a white bandolier of worked tlingor hide
                  (beneath his field plate) : a uniform of tlingor hide and tundral fur
        (strung on a chain around his neck) : 4 obsidian rings


Dragoon:
Clad all in burnished silver and white armour over azure fur, this Grecht dragoon shines in any
available light; etched designs of masterful complexity chase each other over their gorget,
breastplate and greaves, depicting the dancing shapes of stylized grecht and strange, winged animals.
 An enormous spear, easily eight feet long and wickedly pointed, is couched against their saddle,
and a triad of razor-sharp Taerilan talons jut from the knuckles of their silver gauntlets, each of
them easily a foot long. Their mount is no less magnificent, easily eight feet of solid muscle, sky-
blue feathers and white down. The Taerilan's eyes gleam with banked silver fire, and they shift and
prance restlessly, eager to be in motion.
A mounted Grecht dragoon exudes an aura of overwhelming power.
It weighs about 500 pound(s).

Hammering a closed fist into his tlingor-hide breastpate, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says,
"Well met, Feral Will. I am honoured to serve as Talon to the Nel Arget of the Second Imperium, in
the time of Exarch Rholva the Youthful, of the Dehkay Plateau, speaking for Arget Efri of the
Northern Tundra. I meet you with goodwill, may your city persist for a thousand years."

A mounted Grecht dragoon murmurs, "Shakra, Feral Will."

Yorvhaset straightens. "My Exarch has directed me into the south on a mission of diplomacy and
observation. She wishes to understand your flatlander cities better than previously."

Thumping a closed fist against her right shoulder, you say, "Well met to you all, and much the same.
I'm glad to make acquaintances with you all finally."

You say, "Well, we are luckily not a city, like the Enorian folks. So, we are not quite so flat.
"

You tap your nose knowingly.

A mounted Grecht dragoon snorts arrogantly.

Inclining his head briefly, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "No, in many ways you are not.
Your magnificent tree is quite the opposite."

Nodding her head, Solaria looks upwards briefly, you say, "Aye, the Heartwood is a place all its own.
"

(Duiran): A cloaked forestal warden says, "Shall I keep an eye on the mounted warriors, Feral
Will?"

(Duiran): You say, "Warily, aye. Keep the shadows."

(Duiran): You say, "Keep to the shadows, I mean. Ahem."

Spreading his hands, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I would enjoy hearing more of its
nature, should time and your patience permit, Feral Will. I admit, I had expected to be assaulted as
I entered your gates."

(Duiran): A cloaked forestal warden says, "Naturally."

Rolling her shoulders in a slow shrug, you say, "We are not like some other places. We are a little
more open..free-minded of sorts."

You have emoted: "Anything specific you would like to know, or just general things?" Solaria
continues, glancing towards Yorvhaset.

You smile and say, "I have plenty of free time, and at least a little patience to spare.
"

Yorvhaset tugs at the gorget of his white platemail, huffing out a breath. His black fur and heavy
armour do not seem to be pleasant in the Ithmia heat. A stern glance is cast to the restlessly
shifting dragoon at his side. "My queen directs that I tour each of the four flatlander cities." He
explains to you. "I do not expect to demand the attention of yourself for the duration of my stay,
Will - I would not be offended to be guided by your teac or nel."

You have emoted: "Many of my people are working on other affairs." Solaria states bluntly, her tail
wrapping in loosely about her ankles as she shifts her weight to rest on one foot, "I can show you
around to our main areas, give you a general idea of what we have to offer."

You say, "We are all equal here, so we all have our work to do. I, luckily, am just done for mine
for now."

You say, "With mine, even.."

You cough softly.

You say, "My tongue is a bit weak from some drink I had earlier."

Yorvhaset switches his grip on his ranseur, pausing for a handful of moments before nodding slightly
to you. Quite deliberately, he slips the weapon into his belt.

Yorvhaset ceases to wield a sweeping talon ranseur, securing it to his weaponbelt.

A cloaked forestal warden inhales sharply.

A mounted Grecht dragoon draws its eyebrows together, looking at Yorvhaset in consternation.


You have emoted: Solaria glances towards the warden, simply shaking her head before glancing back at
Yorvhaset, "Shall we, then?"

Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says something in an uninterpretable shrill chatter.

Yorvhaset turns, inclining his head to you. "My men will not disrupt your commune." He asserts. "I
would be honoured to attend you, Feral Will."

Yorvhaset begins to follow you.

(Duiran): You say, "Continue to watch them, Warden. I will make this as short as I can.
"

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You say, "Off we go then..let's start with our arena nearby."

-Movement-

Kiyao and Ayren circle one another cautiously before darting in to exchange blows.

A clash of obsidian against steel chainmail rings out through the ruined coliseum as the two
Sentinel apprentices duel.

Ayren's broken legs cause him to fall to the ground in a heap. Kiyao stands over him, the flat of
his blade pressed against the atavian's throat and a triumphant grin on his face.

Entering the grounds of the coliseum. (Duiran.) (25316)
The forest rings a central coliseum, an ages-old granite structure sunken into the ground. The
massive circular ring surrounds a grassy arena in the very middle, just north of here, a giant pit
of untold depths vanishing into blackness below. The spectator stands ring the pit on all sides,
little more than granite slabs serving as benches. Prowling about the area is a feral bahkatu
predator. Kiyao is here, practicing with his dhurive. His red walnut dhurive at the ready, Ayren is
here. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. There are 2 monolith sigils here. Talon
Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget is here.
You see exits leading north, east, southeast, and west.

You have emoted: Solaria waves her hand towards the northern direction, "As you can see, this is our
arena where we go for combat practice. Very standard, nothing fancy."

You say, "We have two young Sentinels here that seem to practice regularly, which can be very
entertaining."

You smile wryly.

Yorvhaset offers an approving nod to the weathered stones of the coliseum, his eyes intent on the
sparring apprentices for several moments before they fall. "You train your nel here?" He queries of
you, half-turning to face you.

You have emoted: Solaria tilts her head to the side, "Nel is..warrior, aye?"

Yorvhaset nods his head at you.

Kiyao and Ayren circle one another cautiously before darting in to exchange blows.

A clash of obsidian against steel chainmail rings out through the ruined coliseum as the two
Sentinel apprentices duel.

Ayren's broken legs cause him to fall to the ground in a heap. Kiyao stands over him, the flat of
his blade pressed against the atavian's throat and a triumphant grin on his face.

You say, "Then aye, our nel train here."

Mariena tells you, "What is going on?"

emote rubs her chin thoughtfully, "I'll show you to the center of the Heartwood - the Core - next."
You have emoted: Solaria rubs her chin thoughtfully, "I'll show you to the center of the Heartwood -
the Core - next."

You tell Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "A grecht representative is visiting from the North.
I'm showing it around."

Yorvhaset folds his taloned hands behind his back, glancing across to the dueling apprentices. "Of
course, Feral Will Solaria." He accedes.

Kiyao and Ayren circle one another cautiously before darting in to exchange blows.

-movement stuff again-

The massive core of the Great Oak. (Duiran.) (25263) [-Haern-]
The grayed statue of a female lupine looms nearby. There are 3 burly centaur crossbowmen here. Raest
stands here, clasping a great spear in his right hand as he overlooks the primordial heart of the
Great Oak. A savage red and green flag waves in the wind, depicting a raven. Appearing as though it
might take root, an oaken chest of Duiran sits aground. Blending in nearly perfectly with her
environs, a cloaked wilderness warden waits here for potential trouble. A sigil in the shape of a
small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. There are 3 simple armchairs here. Fell green energy
emanates from the pulsing core of the Great Oak, a massive pillar erupting from the earth to tower
over the Heartwood. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A large, blood-splattered
totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding
the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. Munsia is here. The
sublime glow of the core casts an effulgent green light over the surrounding area.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

You have emoted: "This is the very center of our Heartwood, our home." Solaria says softly,
inclining her head a moment to Munsia, "Here, we can feed items to Dendara through the Core - firing
its energy in some way. It is also where many of us come to relax after a hunt, sacrificing to the
Hunter's shrine."

You have emoted: Solaria waves a hand towards the massive totem in the center of the space, "He is
highly respected here."

A slight, creased frown settles across Yorvhaset's features as he steps into the core of the Oak,
and his discomfort at the damp heat seems forgotten in the face of the glow. "Whence comes this
power?" He asks of you. "I was not informed that your commune was rooted atop a divinity.
"

Munsia looks exhausted and opens her mouth in an enormous yawn.

You have emoted: "From Dendara..it's a bit odd to explain." Solaria murmurs, reaching up to rub at
the back of her neck, "Dendara is another plane, one that has been around for a long time. It was
corrupted..through the healing of the corruption, Lady Lleis sacrificed Herself."

Mariena tells you, "And you didn't mention to Council? That's exciting!"

Mariena arrives from the east.

You say, "With that, Her energy went into Dendara and the Dendaric energies ended up coming into our
own Heartwood - causing it to grow and expand."

Munsia says, "Well, I'm lost already."

You tell Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "I'm doing this privately. I do not want to overwhelm
this creature and cause any issue."

You grin mischievously at Munsia.

You have emoted: Solaria waves a hand towards Mariena, "This is the leader of the Shamans, Mariena.
She is also important to the Council."

Yorvhaset straightens, his cloak shifting as he rebalances his weight. "Your flatlander mythology is
not something I am over-familiar with." He informs you with a trace of apology. "Dendada, however,
is known to the Plateau." As you speaks, he turns and offers Mariena a half-bow. "Greetings to you,
teac Mariena."

Mariena walks with a quiet step to you. She dips into a brief curtsey with a nod of her head. "And
to you, Talon Yorvhaset."

As he straightens, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget asks, "I confess a measure of confusion. You
say that this place is the heart of your commune, yet I see no other teac, and only a few wandering
nel. Have you had a plague of late?"

You say to Yorvhaset, "No, no plague..besides that of sloth. People have lost focus due to poor
leadership in the past."

You say, "Thankfully, we are working on resolving this..slowly but surely."

Yorvhaset offers a thin smile as he adds, "I do hope I have not scared your peasants into cowering
in their homes. I left my silver outside to lessen the threat."

You chuckle long and heartily.

You say, "If you'd rather I gather them up to meet you, I could see how many I could round up.
"

With a slow nod, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I see. Poor leadership is ever the bane of
the lesser castes."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

Mildly, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "We are a
small guild, the Shamans. But none the less resilient. Do you allow questions, Talon?"

(Duiran): You say, "Councilors. We have a representative of some northern Grecht here at the Core,
and some dragoons near the western gate. Come to the Core, meet Yorvhaset."

With a sweeping bow, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I am honoured to speak for the Exarch
in the flatlands. If it is permitted, I will answer."

Munsia says, "Do you guys like cake?"

You raise an eyebrow at Munsia.

"What?" Munsia asks curiously.

You say, "That..is a weird question.."

(Duiran): Amila says, "Coming."

Smiling brightly in return, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "Wonderful! You spoke of castes.
 Is your home structure that of a caste?"

Munsia says, "I am queen of the random."

(Duiran): You say, "Good. Others, come."

A grey wolf bounds into the room, carrying Amila.
She is followed by a grey wolf.

You incline your head politely to Amila.

(Duiran): You say, "This doesn't happen every day, people."

Dubiously, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The young and fledglings are partial to honey
cakes, I am sure."

You smile wryly.

Munsia says, "Not you?"

You gag a bit as Amila's stink wafts over you.

You say, "I can appreciate a good honey cake."

Yorvhaset casts a brief, faintly disgusted glance at Amila, his broad face furrowed.                     <-- Cause she stank

Amila slinks through the grass as soon as her feet have touched the ground, swinging herself off of
the wolf. Immediately, a distrusting, silent glance is shot at Yorvhaset.

Amila clenches her right fist and pounds her chest thrice in rapid succession, symbolizing the
vibrant heart that beats within.

You murmur to Amila, "Go bathe, dear."

Amila:
She is a muscular Human roughly half a foot above five feet in height. Tanned to a dark brown colour,
 her skin has been marked up with the evidence of a wild and unruly childhood spent within the
forest. Hands and feet are heavily calloused with long nails that match the lack of care paid to her
tangled, brunette hair. Hanging in her face at the best of times, the split ends have been chopped
off just above her shoulders. When they can be seen, her large eyes appear to be a dark colour that
hinges on being black. Mud serves as her only form of cosmetics enhancement. Along the exposed flesh
of her left wrist and lower leg are tribal patterns and exotic animal prints painted in dirty
mixtures of blood and red ink.

          (carefully tied around her waist) : a lush black belt
                  (looking torn and beaten) : a blood splattered leather tunic
             (cut off just above the knees) : a pair of forest-green trousers
    (concealing the lower half of her face) : a viridian face scarf
          (drowning her body with its size) : a heavy robe of deer leather and coyote fur

Munsia gives a moist washrag to Amila.

Munsia sways back and forth in front of Amila.

Amila begins to vigorously scrub herself all over, hopefully trying to remove the terrible stink
wafting over from her.

You think for a moment before nodding slowly.

You say, "Much better.."

Amila mutters something about honey cakes and hunting.

Amila gives a moist washrag to Munsia.

Yorvhaset shifts his weight, his weapons and armour clanking with the motion. "I break my fast with
rice and springwater." He informs Munsia, carefully polite. "It is not fitting for a warrior of the
Nel Arget to indulge in excess."

Munsia says, "Uh huh."

Turning to Mariena and giving a slight bow, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I am afraid I
do not entirely follow your question, teac Mariena."

Munsia rolls her eyes.

Zax plods in from the west, silver fur gleaming.

You incline your head politely to Zax.

Glancing away in concentration, Zax gasps as his body contorts, fur falling away to become Tsol'aa
once more.

Zax puts on a pair of crisp black slacks.

Zax puts on sturdy steel-capped black boots.

Zax puts on a fine black shirt.

Carefully, Zax pulls the voluminous robe over his head and smooths down the lush black velvet to
envelop him properly.

Zax puts on a pair of rectangular-framed spectacles.

Kaleigh enters from the east, riding a gentle pony.

Kaleigh gracefully hops off of a gentle pony.

Kaleigh slaps a gentle pony on the rump and sends it cantering off.

Zax adjusts his spectacles back to their rightful spot on his nose and inclines his head.

(Duiran): You say, "Again, Councilors, grecht representative at the Core. Feel free to come and
listen in, or ask questions."

(Duiran): Munsia says, "He's kind of boring though, doesn't eat sweets."

Mariena nods and tries to explain. "Our Council is made up of Guilds. I am the leader of my own, and
beneath me are secretaries and guildmates below that in rank, though all can attain positions
through voting. Is your home land one where those who are ambitious succeed? Or are they born into
their station, as you are a Warrior, for example?" Her tone is honest and curious.

(Duiran): You say, "Well, you don't have to be here then. It's fine. Interesting to some of us.
"

Amila slips down into a crouch, her fingers finding the fur of her companion wolf as she watches
everyone and Yorvhaset with rapt interest.

Munsia grunts noncommittally.

Munsia says, "Well, off to find something that has more interests than stoic expressions and stuff
like that."

Munsia leaves to the west.

Yorvhaset tilts his head to examine Zax briefly, the transformation spurring his hand to settle at
the haft of his ranseur. "Those who are born to the nel may rise as nel." He states slowly, shifting
his gaze back to Mariena. "The teac do not rise, and only those demanded by the neicel may join the
priesthood."

You have emoted: Solaria massages her forehead, giving Yorvhaset an apologetic expression,
"Apologies, Talon..hope that did not offend."

Inclining his head slightly, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The Spireans indicated that
the holy order was not in place in the flatlands. It seems they were not dissembling."

Yorvhaset acknowledges you with a nod of his head.

You say, "Holy order?"

Kaleigh enters the room and takes a quick look around. She then presses the open palm of her left
hand against the clenched fist of her right and bows respectfully to those gathered. As she
straightens, she folds her hands in front of her, and listens with intent interest.

Zax fidgets nervously and straightens out his robe at Yorvhaset's sudden attention, giving a small,
"S..sorry.."

Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to you, "The appointed way of things. The teac serve below,
the neicel above, and the nel maintain the order. It is strange to me that such order is not known
here, except informally."

You think for a moment before nodding slowly at Yorvhaset.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "So they have a sort of caste system?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Aye, sort of."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I didn't notice you come in, sneaky thing."

Glancing up, Tracker Amila dur Naya asks, "What is a Teac? Outsider? Slave? Low place?"

You say, "I'm familiar with that sort of system..it's just simply not that traditional any longer.
"

Mariena tells you, "Bloodloch would come closer to that type."

You tell Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "Aye, it would."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "That is my middle name. Easier to get my barrings, really.
"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Hah."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Nel means warrior, by the way. I've asked about that word so
far."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "So how far north is he from? Have we ever heard of his land
before?"

With a slight, acknowledging nod, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to Tracker Amila dur Naya,
"The teac serve in the farmlands and the cliffs. They are the pillars that uphold the temples.
"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "If it is where the dragoons are, I believe near the Crag.
"

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "Ah, I see."

"Did you call Praadi Hand Mariena a teac?" Amila again questions Yorvhaset, her voice dropping an
octave.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "He is the..Talon to the Nel Arget of the Second Imperium, in
the time of Exarch Rholva the Youthful, of the Dehkay Plateau, speaking for Arget Efri of the
Northern Tundra."

With a trace of polite bafflement, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to Tracker Amila dur Naya,
"Is she not?"

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

You say, "What would be a niecel?"

Yorvhaset indicates Mariena with a spread-palm gesture, stating, "She holds the staff. I assumed
here, if not in the north, the symbols are in place. I apologise if this is not the case.
"

Fledgling Zax says, with elegant syllables, "They sound like.. um.. mid-caste.."

You have emoted: Solaria chuckles, giving a shake of her head, "The staff, is like your weapon you
carry - a means to combat others."

Yorvhaset turns to you, his yellow gaze intent. Several moments pass before he gives a slight nod.


You say, "So, she would be a nel, I believe. Perhaps a niecel since she does not regularly fight
folks outright, but she defends and fights by other means than combat alone."

You wink knowingly at Mariena.

Twisting a hand over his breasplate, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to you, "The neicel are
those appointed to the spirit, the undying caste. They are above us."

You have emoted: Solaria coughs and inclines her head, "Apologies, my mistake for misunderstanding
that."

Yorvhaset casts a narrow, speculative glance at Mariena.

Mariena gives a stern glance towards Amila as she sidles over to her. "The staff is that of our
Shamans, it helps us to focus the power that we can wield," she explains with a smile. "It is not
insult to be compared to a shepherd. Leaders often feel like them anyway," she reasons. "After all,
I guide my Guild in the ways of our Dendaran Spirits."

Zax nods slowly as he listens intently to the conversation, placing the pieces together in his mind.

You nod your head at Mariena.

Tilting his head to the side, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "You are of the
undying?"

You blink.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "Could you explain what your homeland refers to as the
undying?"

Amila unapologetically meets the glance that Mariena aims at her, remaining crouched down with
fingers curling around her knees. With a soft snort, she again gives her attention back to Yorvhaset.

You nod your head at Mariena.

You say, "Please. That'll help."

Yorvhaset ruffles his wing membranes for a moment, tugging at his gorget absently. "I do not
understand how your people persist in this heat." He comments, before informing Mariena, "The neicel
are bound to eternal service. Even as their bodies decay, their will guides the Plateau from Neicel
Arget. Have you not priests in the south?"

Urekun clambers down from a nearby vantage point in the treetops.

You have emoted: Solaria shifts her wings behind her back, giving Yorvhaset a wry grin, "You get
used to it.." Glancing towards Mariena, she continues, "We do, but undying makes us think of undeath
- such as the consanguine or others of Bloodloch."

With a nod, Elwyn Taziyah says, "Aye, it gets worse the further south you go."

You nod your head at Elwyn.

Urekun takes a step back, a look of surprise crossing his face before slowly meanders towards Zax.


Head tipping slightly in thought, Mariena returns, "we do have them, aye, but we split where our
spirits go versus where animal spirits go. Our spirits, when the Underking calls, goes to him, where
as the animal Spirits return to Dendara. We do have the souls who continue onto serve past death..
The Praadi an-Kiar. We are Praadi, chosen to follow in their footsteps."

The ghostly form of a raven spirit manifests before Mariena.

Kaleigh unfolds her hands, and covers her mouth slightly to stifle a small giggle. She quickly drops
her hand again, falling silent again to pay close attention to the conversation.

You nod your head at Mariena.

The following citizens of Duiran are in the realm:
Citizen        Rank                          Position                    [CT?]
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Elwyn          Taoiseach                     Benandanti
Solaria        Rayan                         Feral Will
Illidan        Rayan                         Aide to Security
Munsia         Fian
Kaeus          Fian                          Aide to Security
Rhine          Fian                          Trade Minister
Mariena        Fian                          Chancellor
Kaleigh        Speaker
Dhagon         Speaker                       Aide to Research
Talyarra       Advocate
Phendegwen     Councilor
Amila          Councilor
Omanjiryu      Councilor
Zax            Councilor
Akarn          Councilor
Urekun         Councilor

Dipping his head to Mariena, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The neicel do not go to Dhar.
Theirs is longer service than the Dead God can command, and He has little sway in Halfat Naru's
domain."

Zax pushes his spectacles up his nose again to their rightful spot.

You think for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Halfat Naru?" Amila questions out loud, quirking her head to the side.

Straightening, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I have met with these Consanguine. They lack
purity, though they have transcended death. They emerge from the volcanoes of the south,
yes?"

Arbre enters from the west, riding a large snow leopard.
She is followed by a cougar spirit.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Why is Arbre here?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "No idea."

Elwyn Taziyah says, "Aye, that is correct."

Fledgling Zax says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Yes, Sir Talon."

"They come from dung and rot." Amila firmly corrects Yorvhaset.

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You chuckle long and heartily.

Puzzled by the situation, Yorvhaset furrows his brow uncertainly.

You say to Amila, "That, too."

Amila bares her teeth in a feral grin.

Rhine arrives from the west.
She is followed by a misty grey mare.

Amila turns to face Rhine clenching her right fist and pounding her chest thrice in rapid succession,
 symbolizing the vibrant heart that beats within.

Nodding at Yorvhaset, Elwyn Taziyah says, "What do you mean they lack purity?"

Yorvhaset offers Mariena an approving nod. "Such is the proper order of things. Service to the
spirit of your home is a joyous burden."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I didn't tell those of Enorian for a reason. Let us have time
to talk to them, since the'll get a chance later."

With a half-turn and a bow, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to you, "I see that your people
are not low in number, merely inclined to scatter when nothing draws them to one place.
"

Rhine moves quietly to stand next to Elwyn, mimicking Amila's movements as she nods her head in her
direction.

Mariena gives Yorvhaset a solemn nod.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "She might have just been passing through, Arbre.
"

Nodding her head slowly, you say to Yorvhaset, "Aye, and they are a bit..slow to get places
sometimes. But, as you can see, we are indeed still strong."

Amila creases her brow in a frown.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Perhaps. Just seems like an odd coincidence, when she rarely
comes up here anymore."

Zax stuffs his hands into the pockets of his robes, saying quietly from the back of the growing
crowd, "We move as.. as leaves do in the wind.. Never still.."

Yorvhaset inquires politely, "You maintain armies in the south, one assumes?"

You think for a moment before nodding slowly.

You say, "Aye, as do most places that have things to defend."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "No idea, I haven't spoken to my sister much."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I haven't spoken to her much since she left. I feel she left
partly because of me."

Amila points to Yorvhaset. "Asking questions of armies. Why? Do you seek to invade?"

Yorvhaset narrows his eyes at Amila.

You have emoted: Solaria narrows her glance towards Amila.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "Why do you believe that?"

Arbre leaves to the west, riding a large snow leopard.
She is followed by a cougar spirit.

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "None of those types of questions or comments. This is a friendly
visit."

Amila tells you, "Friendly and asks of armies."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I just..have a feeling."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "If they are war-minded and respect warriors, it is a typical
question in these sorts of situations."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Very common, little one."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "Oh, Mariena announced on the guild channel about him being
here, might be why she showed up. I doubt it, Solaria. She was bored and had been bored and
dissatisfied with the council for a long time."

Rhine brings a fist up to her mouth and coughs to cover up a laugh, eyeing Amila with a hint of
amusement in her eyes.

Yorvhaset's scarred lip twitches, and after a moment he stills the flicker of irritation and
inclines his head to Amila. "A lone troop of dragoons would do little in the face of organised
defence, nel. Rest easy. My queen is taken with ideas of trade, while I am.. well." He pauses, then
gives a brief, thin smile. "Pardon an old war-mount his interest in the path of knives.
"

Amila tells you, "Pah. He asks questions and gets them in return! Not the only one
curious!"

You chuckle long and heartily.

You say to Yorvhaset, "I was just explaining to her that it is a typical question. I was going to
ask of yours soon as well..if you do not mind my prying into that."

"Trade? What sort of trade?" Rhine asks, her curiosity now piqued.

Plainly, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "You wouldn't have lasted long if you marched into
strange lands with no idea of troop placement."

You nod your head at Mariena.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Alright."

Amila does not appear appeased by the response nor does she respond to the glares she's gained,
instead digging those fingertips into her skin while she reverts to quiet listenings.

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Questions are good, but you have to learn when and where to ask
certain ones. It's the whole delegation bit - in case we want these people as allies in the future.
"

With another half-bow, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to Huntress Rhine Taziyah, "That is
not my place to discuss. One assumes that the goods of the Plateau would be exchanged for what we
lack - your wines, foodstuffs, metals, perhaps. In exchance - venantium from the Desolation, should
the neicel permit it. Gems. Such things are best discussed with the teac, not myself."

Amila tells you, "I do not walk into a house and say 'where are your servants to hide your fancy
bowls'. Not the first time I visit, Feral Will."

Tilting her head to the side, you say, "I know several jewelers who would love to get more details
on that. I hope that can be discussed with the teac later, then."

Yorvhaset straightens. To you, he directs, "I command a wing of mounted cavalry, Feral Will. The
armies of the Talons are made up of such divisions. The teac muster their own infantry units, of
course, beneath the direction of individual captains."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "No, but they do. Each group comes from a different background, and
you simply have to learn to gauge the situation."

You have emoted: Solaria nods her head to Yorvhaset, "Thank you for that. I'm sure that they are
fine divisions, if your dragoons are any showing of such strength."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "I'm not meaning to mean to ya, just trying to help teach you. Hope
it'll come of use one day."

Rhine seems satisfied with Yorvhaset's response, noting so by a simple nod of her head before
linking her arm with Elwyn's to stand quietly by her side.

Amila tells you, "Take it as a lesson. Don't agree.. but you are Feral Will and I will listen.
"

Yorvhaset allows a trace of pride to crease his rough voice as he straightens, squaring his
shoulders. "On the charge, the rebel teac have known them as the Avalanche. However - such talk of
war is unfitting of a peaceful visit, perhaps."

Straightening, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "Perhaps your commune holds other sights for
a visitor to witness?"

Amila, with her lips sealed shut against further comment, nods.

Elwyn places her hand on top of Rhine's own that is on hers.

You have emoted: "Aye, that will come with time." Solaria replies, nodding her head again, "Aye,
there are other sights.."

You say, "Anyone else have questions before I show the Talon a few other notable spots
here?"

Mariena tells you, "Shops, they are interested in trade. Foodstuffs yay."

Tracker Amila dur Naya asks, "Follow?"

You tell Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "Aye, aye. I know."

You say to Amila, "If you wish. You do not have to."

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Talon, will it be
possible to peaceably conduct a visit of our own to your homelands at some point?"

Amila's eyes narrow slightly before she falls into line behind you, fluidly moving into a standing
position. "Will."

You have emoted: Solaria rests a hand on Amila's shoulder, a smile spreading across her features
before letting the hand fall back to her side and turns to face Yorvhaset.

Rhine grins over at Amila before following in line as well, tugging a bit on Elwyn's arm.
"Coming?"

Yorvhaset gives a brief smile. "So also the Spireans asked. I will bring the request to the feet of
the neicel and the Exarch when I return my report. Likely you will be permitted as far as the
Daughters - though the Argets will be beyond your reach. They are holy sites, not to feel the tread
of flatlanders."

You say to Mariena, "Beating me to all my questions."

Amila tells you, "..I don't trust outsiders."

Elwyn begins to follow you.

Rhine begins to follow you.

Amila begins to follow you.

Elwyn nods her head at Rhine.

Zax promptly shakes his head to you and looks back to Yorvhaset, giving a light bow towards him,
"Welcome to our um... home.."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

Yorvhaset acknowledges Zax with a nod of his head.

You say, "Well then..if that is all, let's show Yorvhaset to our Council shop. An example of what
merchandise we have to offer."

Fledgling Zax says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Hopefully the uh... shade of the trees
will save you from the heat, Sir Talon."

You grin mischievously at Zax.

With a smile and incline, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel
Arget, "We will certainly follow all customs as they're told to us and honor your holy sites.
"

Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I have endured worse, teac Zax. Your concern is noted.
"

You say to Mariena, "Coming?"

Mariena begins to follow you.

Zax's eyes fall partially closed, before the snap of sinew and muscle fills the air. His body
contorts and reforms completely, and stiff fur rapidly grows from his skin. Shaking his head, Zax
rights himself and stands straight as a Werebear.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "But of course, Feral Will."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Ready, Talon? I won't keep you too terribly much longer - I know you have
much to report."

Yorvhaset nods his head at you.

Zax looks to Urekun, waiting.

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You say, "Let's go on then."

-movement stuff-

The Heart of the Eireachdus. (Duiran.) (25343)
Prowling about the area is a feral bahkatu predator. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. There is a simple
cup of polished obsidian here.  You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the command to see
what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open stone door) and in (closed stone door).

You have emoted: Solaria as she enters, Solaria waves a hand at the various items on display, "This
is our Council shop, handled by Mariena."

You say, "It contains basic combat supplies and things for our new Councilors, along with some
commodities provided by Miss Rhine."

You smile and say, "We have many other shops in our Southern areas of the Council, varying with
drinks, metalworks, food, attire, and more."

Yorvhaset interlaces his taloned fingers, stepping through the shop and running his gaze politely
over the arrayed wares. "The Spireans, also, brought me to their city shop." He notes with slight
amusement. "It appears your people enjoy attempting to sell things to visitors."

You chuckle long and heartily.

You say, "Well, we just want to ensure that you know that we have a healthy bounty here as well.
"

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across the lips of Yorvhaset.

Yorvhaset inclines his head politely to you.

You frown and say, "And at least you don't have to see nasty slices of organs all over.
"

You snort arrogantly.

Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I will doubtless include reports of your bounty in my
report, Feral Will. Your great tree alone is testament to that."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.
Tracker Amila dur Naya says to you, "Show him the fruit."

You say to Yorvhaset, "You should take some fruit when you leave..I will find one when we head to
the next place."

You wink knowingly at Amila.

Amila smirks.

You say, "Off we go to find the fruit.."

You purse your lips, deep in thought.

-moving to find fruit-

Amila, Elwyn, Mariena, Rhine, and Yorvhaset follow you to the north.
South of the glowing core of the Great Oak. (Duiran.) (25266) [-Haern-]
Sap weeps from a giant sugar maple that towers over much of the plantlife in this section of the
wood. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Prowling about the
area is a feral bahkatu predator. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Dripping with
bright green liquid, a very lush fruit rests on the ground here.  The sublime glow of the core casts
an effulgent green light over the surrounding area.
You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest.

You pick up a glowing, luscious fruit.

You give a glowing, luscious fruit to Yorvhaset.

You say, "This fruit grows here and only here in the Heartwood."

Without pausing for breath, Tracker Amila dur Naya says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "A
testament to the Divine."

You nod your head at Amila.

Yorvhaset examines the fruit closely, a momentary flicker of distaste well-concealed behind his
stony countenance.

Amila tells you, "See.. I can be good."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Indeed!"

You say, "Although it might look and smell odd, it is truly delicious."

With faint, morbid curiosity, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "It resembles the bowels of a
plague-dead man."

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

Tracker Amila dur Naya says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Better tasting. Plague-dead man
leaves waxy taste in mouth. Fruit doesn't."

You say to Yorvhaset, "It certainly does not taste like that. It's hard to explain..but it is simply
pleasurable entirely."

Elwyn Taziyah says, "Do you not have much fruit in your homelands, Talon? I've a sister who dislikes
fruit because she didn't grow up having it."

Amila stares implacably at Elwyn.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Where else should I show?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "The mural?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "Perhaps the fireflies?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Ah, yes, fireflies."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Elwyn says, "Oh yes, the mural."

Elwyn Taziyah says to Tracker Amila dur Naya, "It's true."

Huntress Rhine Taziyah says to Elwyn Taziyah, "She's also cranky. Cranky people don't deserve fruit.
"

Tracker Amila dur Naya says to Elwyn Taziyah, "..I don't believe this."

You chuckle long and heartily.

Elwyn Taziyah says to Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Hates anything sweet as well."

Yorvhaset inclines his head briefly to Elwyn. "I am not partial to sweetness, it is true.
Snowberries are fit only for wine - none but the starving teac will eat of them as fruit.
"

Tracker Amila dur Naya says to Elwyn Taziyah, "Sour fruits."

You say to Yorvhaset, "We make some alcoholic drinks from the fruit."

You tap your nose knowingly.

Elwyn gives Amila a solemn nod.

"Tell her to eat them before ripe." Amila points a finger at Elwyn.

Huntress Rhine Taziyah says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "My mother has made a tea from
this fruit, you should try it."

You say, "Alright..moving along..let us talk and shift over to the mural area."

-we like to move it move it-

Before a carven stone mural. (Duiran.) (25235)
A burly centaur stands sentinel, his hefty crossbow at the ready. A savage red and green flag waves
in the wind, depicting a raven. Blending in nearly perfectly with her environs, a cloaked wilderness
warden waits here for potential trouble. A large nest sits at the foot of the mural. Its eyeless
head raised in a silent howl, a bone wolf idol stands here. A sigil in the shape of a small,
rectangular monolith is on the ground. A mural is carved into the northern wall, depicting the form
of a large wolf.  A myriad of white chrysanthemum flowers blossoms here, poking between the twigs
and branches of the nest at the foot of the mural.

You can see the following 10 objects:
"centaur20587"           a burly centaur crossbowman. [P][C][G]
"flag36535"              a savage flag of the Duiran Council. [P][C][G]
"warden37675"            a cloaked forestal warden. [P][C][G]
"nest57322"              a large nest. [P][C][G]
"statue77969"            a howling wolf idol of bleach-white bones. [P][C][G]
"monolith sigil145370"   a monolith sigil.
"mural173767"            a mural of a lone wolf. [P][C][G]
"raven244025"            a raven spirit. [P][C][G]
"mare32939"              a misty grey mare. [P][C][G]
"wolf23268"              a grey wolf. [P][C][G]

Elwyn nods her head at Rhine.

With a polite inclination of his head, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "I would be honoured
to try your dam's tea, nel Rhine."

Elwyn pours out the contents of a polished goblet of red obsidian on the ground.

You have emoted: Solaria inclines her head respectfully towards the mural before she speaks, "This
place is the entrance to a memorial grounds for Lady Lleis. It is, also, where the wolf spirit lurks
- in this mural."

(Duiran): Xavin says, "Hello."

Elwyn gives a polished goblet of red obsidian to Yorvhaset.

(Duiran): You say, "Hello, Xavin."

(Duiran): Amila says, "Hello."

You say, "We consider it fairly hollow, as we consider the Valley of the Ancients as much..different
reasons, but same respect."

The vague image of a knotted band of the hunt appears in the air, before Xavin appears in a flash of
magic.

You incline your head politely to Xavin.

In response, possibly, to your words, Amila's companion wolf moves past the younger human to stand
closer to the mural before setting itself down to cheerfully pant.

You say to Xavin, "This is Talon Yorvhaset, a grecht representative from the Northern Tundra.
"

Yorvhaset queries uncertainly, "Wolf spirit, Feral Will? You appear to have many individual
creatures of the undying."

Yorvhaset inclines his head politely to Xavin.

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

Tracker Amila dur Naya frowns and says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Entire realm of them.
"

You say, "We are very attuned to the spirits here, due to the Praadi being a large part of our
homeland."

You say, "We have Dendara's energy, after all, so that also helps."

Xavin's tail flicks behind himself as he looks over Yorvhaset, finally offering a respectful bow. "A
pleasure to have officials from so far away visit us."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Elwyn and Xavin are both Bendandanti, part of our ruling Council here. I
should have mentioned that quite earlier."

Amila clenches her right fist and pounds her chest thrice in rapid succession, symbolizing the
vibrant heart that beats within.

Mariena gives a quiet nod. "We have much to serve, since those who enter the undying or into Dendara
also happen to retain their sense of self. So you have the Wolf, the Raven and so on," she explains
further of the spirits.

Yorvhaset taps a thumb-claw against the haft of his ranseur, shifting it to a more comfortable
position across his weaponbelt. "It is my pleasure to partake of the flatlander culture." He directs
to Xavin, mirroring the bow. "As strange as it is at times. I have the bemused feeling that these
words of Dendara would strike the neicel as sacrilege, but perhaps not."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Perhaps, but it'll be something we'll just have to see. Hopefully not.
"

You have emoted: Solaria glances to the side, tail twitching back and forth behind her, "Hm..perhaps
we should move on, hm? Show the upper parts of the Heartwood."
Balance Used: 1.00 seconds

You beckon Xavin to you.

Xavin begins to follow you.

Tracker Amila dur Naya exclaims, "The boughs!"

You smile at Amila.

-move it like it's hot..?-

Upper reaches of the Great Oak. (Duiran.) (25465)
A viridian satyr stamps his hooves over the ground, muttering shamanic curses to himself here. A
sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. Prowling about the area is a
feral bahkatu predator. Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil.  Hundreds of fireflies
flit about the eaves of the Great Oak here with golden luminescence.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and down.

You have emoted: Solaria reaches out, running a hand through a group of fireflies, "This is the
upper reaches of our Council. You'll find hundreds of these flitting creatures up here."

Wryly, Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "All through the oak, really."

You nod your head at Xavin.

Rhine's amber eyes stare unabashed at Yorvhaset for several moments. "I am curious about the words
you use... nel and neicel. What do they mean?" she asks softly.

You say, "Just more clear here."

Amila barely finds balance on the upper boughs of the Great Oak, swaying slightly with the effort.


Yorvhaset regards the aforementioned insects with a faint frown, keeping well back from them. "They
resemble the worms of the caverns beneath the Talons." He admits. "Winged, though." The boughs under
his feet do not seem to disturb his balance, nor the height of this perch. "You cultivate them? For
food, honey?"

You have emoted: Solaria laughs abruptly, giving a quick shake of her head, "No, no. They are just
here. Though, I've seen a few people accidentally end up with one in their mouth."

"For swatting." Amila states.

"They simply grow," Xavin says with a shrug. "Though at times their displays can be rather pleasing
to the eye."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Some people eat the planthoppers which run a bit rampant, but that's as close
as it gets."

A thin smile appears on Rhine's lips as she nods her head at Amila.

Amila smirks at Rhine.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "And for illumination purposes as well. The upper bougs are
much easier to traverse with their minute brilliance all forming together."

You nod your head at Mariena.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "Boughs, excuse me."

Yorvhaset's frown deepens, and all at once he gives a sharp nod, resting a hand on the butt of a
hammer strung through his belt. "This is a rampant place." He observes softly.

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

Amila tells you, "I do not trust him at all, Feral Will."

You say, "It is what separates us from other places in the 'flatlands'"

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "You do not need to. Trust is earned, which they will have to do
with time - if they so want an alliance."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Any other places, you think? Or that about it, really.
"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Arena, shop, core, upper boughs."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Xavin says, "Maybe the bough? Or the cairn?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Hmm..aye, Bough and Cairn."

You say, "Alright..let us move to two more spots."

-walking-

"So I observe." Yorvhaset stares at the fireflies for a moment longer, then gives a slight shake of
his head.

-because of his balance, I lose the poor talon but don't notice-

-walking still-

Yorvhaset tells you, "Hm."

You tell Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Yes?"

-finally stopped-

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "We lost him."

Xavin urges those about him onward.

You say, "Err.."

Rhine giggles happily.

You say, "Where?"

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "The base of a gargantuan root."

Yorvhaset tells you, "I have made my way to your commune's core, Feral Will. You moved rather too
fast for me."

-move quickly woman!-

You cough softly.

Yorvhaset offers you a faintly rueful smile.

Yorvhaset gracefully hops off of an armoured silver taerilan.

You say to Yorvhaset, "Apologies, Talon."

An armoured silver taerilan begins to follow Yorvhaset obediently.

Rhine smirks.

You beckon Yorvhaset to you.

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "She can be over-enthusiastic at
times."

You snort arrogantly at Xavin.

Bowing at the waist, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The fault is mine, Feral Will. My legs
are not as they once were."

Yorvhaset begins to follow you.

You say, "And..now..to walk slower."

-yay for walking-

In the midst of a great stone circle. (Duiran.) (25290) [-Haern-]
A large, blood-splattered totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood.
Facing outwards and surrounding the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood
serpent. With flared nostrils and wild eyes, a roan brumby stallion gallops about here. A viridian
satyr stamps his hooves over the ground, muttering shamanic curses to himself here. Ivaryen stands
rooted amongst the ancient stones, its bark alight with the gleam of the primordial. A small cairn
rises up from among the standing stones, shining with a fey inner light. Blending in nearly
perfectly with her environs, a cloaked wilderness warden waits here for potential trouble. A sigil
in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
You see exits leading north, east, south, and west.

Amila stares implacably at you.

Amila tells you, "..no. Really?"

You have emoted: Solaria points a single digit towards the cairn here, "We use this here to enter
the Valley of the Ancients - a small fragment of Dendara that we have access to."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Sorry, I got distracted there with the chatter in my head.
"

Amila tells you, "Oh no! I thought we were showing him Dendara! My mistake!"

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "He's old and nervous. I would be if I had never seen a place like
this, too."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "No, no, just here."

Amila tells you, "Good! Thank you.. thank you. Good. He does not need that."

Yorvhaset stoops, dropping to a knee and pressing his forehead to the soil in a single motion - it
is over in a handful of breaths, and he straightens swiftly with an ease apparently born of long
repetition. "So I observe." He murmurs to you. "The spirits bleed through here."

You have emoted: Solaria nods her head, brow furrowing slightly as she murmurs, "At one point, the
cairn itself bled.." She shakes her head, as if trying to erase the thought from her mind, "But,
that is all done with now, thankfully."

Amila openly and heatedly stares at Yorvhaset, both of her hands balled by her side.

Brushing soil from his breeches, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The ways of spirits are
unpredictable, and often unwise to meddle with. Is there a customary offering that may be made to
your Praadi spirits, Feral Will? I would not wish to appear disrespectful."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Normally, when a Praadi offers, they offer blood from their palm. However,
the Hand of the Praadi should better answer this in my stead."

You tell Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "Your cue!"

Yorvhaset turns expectantly on Mariena.

Rhine moves away from Elwyn to stand next to Amila, linking an arm with hers in an effort to keep
her calm.

"Talon Yorvhaset," Mariena begins stepping up with her staff clinking, "We often do a sacrifice of
blood to our Spirits by slitting our palms. We take no offense if you do not wish to offer this.
"

Amila's hold on Rhine is strong, that offered limb pulled closer to her with the linked flesh
growing taut from the tension. Even noticing that, her expression is as it was with dark eyes
focused entirely on Yorvhaset.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "Instead, if you would like to offer your own home's words
of praise, we would be honored. After all, the Undying sounds much like our spirit realms.
"

Yorvhaset informs Mariena, dipping his head respectfully, "My blood has been pledged to Halfat Naru,
Hand of the Praadi. I do not know if such power will be taken as a desecration here, or on the
Plateau. It is perhaps unwise to shed it in ritual."

Macian tells you, "If you were talking to me, I was deaf. Sorry."

You tell Macian Amaratha, "No, was grabbing Yorvhaset."

"Understood entirely," Mariena answers with a quick smile. "Instead, if you would not mind, I will
shed mine in honor of your visit." She steps up, unwielding her staff and bringing her dagger, point
down, to hover over her right hand.

Yorvhaset pauses for a handful of breaths, then accedes to Mariena with a bow.

Mariena ceases to wield a Shamanic quarterstaff.

Mariena starts to wield a jewel-encrusted sacrificial dagger in her left hand.

Macian enters from the south, riding a grey mule.

You incline your head politely to Macian.

You tell Macian Amaratha, "Follow if you want to be a part of the touring."

Macian begins to follow you.

Rhine uses her free hand to lightly pat Amila's arm, watching Mariena curiously.

Macian tells you, "Touring?"

You tell Macian Amaratha, "Aye. Yorvhaset is a representative from Northern Tundra grecht.
"

Macian tells you, "I see. What will we be touring?"

Yorvhaset passes a careful, assessing glance over Macian, eyes lingering on the painted shield.

You have emoted: Solaria folds her hands behind her back, watching Mariena a moment before bowing
her head in respect.

You tell Macian Amaratha, "After this, the Bough."

Mariena opens her right palm flat and facing upward. "Spirits of Dendara," she chants softly, "we
honor you this day, for a visitor from the great north wishes to pay their respects. Spirits of
Dendara, we honor you." One deep slice later, she flips her bleeding hand over and slaps it to the
cairn, allowing her bloody print to mingle with the stained stone.

You tell Macian Amaratha, "You've missed a lot."

Macian glances as his shield, then tilts his head to the side as he returns Yorvhaset's gaze. After
a moment, he nods his head in acknowledgement.

Amila stare at that bloodied handprint before turning a questioning look to Mariena.

You have emoted: Solaria tilts her head back up, nodding at Mariena, "Thank you, Hand."
Balance Used: 1.00 seconds

Bowing his head, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says something in an uninterpretable shrill
chatter.

Macian tells you, "I just woke up, sooo... probably."

You say, "Alright, folks..may we move on to our last destination?"

Yorvhaset straightens, and casts Mariena a measured nod.

Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "Of course, Feral Will."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You say, "Let us go."

-moving around-

The Ivory Bough Tavern. (Duiran.) (25452) [-Haern-]
A savage red and green flag waves in the wind, depicting a raven. An aged cask has been set by the
bar here and atop it rests a wooden tray that has been littered with cups. A large, blood-splattered
totem has been erected here, formed of obsidian, ivory and red-wood. Facing outwards and surrounding
the totem are a large ivory bear, an obsidian raven and a red-wood serpent. Prowling about the area
is a feral bahkatu predator. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
Muria bustles about the tavern with flagons of ale and mead in hand, a smile touching her warm
features. A cup lies here, chiseled from obsidian. There are 2 polished goblets of red obsidian here.
 A small cup carved from bone rests here. A delicate white tea cup sits here. A crested glass cup
rests here, glinting softly. A plain tankard has been dropped here. There is a simple cup of
polished obsidian here. A woven hand basket sits nearby.  You see a sign here instructing you that
WARES is the command to see what is for sale.
You see exits leading north (open pine door), southeast, and southwest.

You have emoted: Solaria inclines her head to Muria, a faint smile creeping across her features,
"This is the Ivory Bough, our tavern and place to gather and talk over drinks."

Rhine guides Amila over to an empty corner of the tavern, attempting to keep out of the way.

Yorvhaset likewise offers Muria an inclination of his head, albeit one a shade briefer than those
offered to the various Councilors. "There seem to be many of these taverns in the south." He
observes. "All of them small. The pleasure gardens of Arget Tep dwarf them by comparison.
"

You say, "Arget..Tep?"

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

You say, "Ah, right, your homeland.."

Amila opts to sit on the table nearest the corner, allowing Rhine to walk her away but not far
enough that she could not hear or act should something happen. Hoisting herself up with her freed
hand, either of her legs dangle inches from the ground.

You have emoted: Solaria sighs, rubbing her fingers into her forehead, "I'm getting a bit weary.
Mind is starting to slip a bit."

With a slight shake of his head, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "The teac heartland -
fortress of the Dehkay Basin. The greatest of our cities, barring Neicel Arget."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

From her corner of the tavern, Tracker Amila dur Naya asks Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "A
spirtual place?"

Correcting herself, Tracker Amila dur Naya says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "This Arget.
"

(Duiran): Amila says, "Each location seems like built around a ranking."

Daskalos Qefin yells, "I'm trapped in Rhine's bedroom! Halp!"

Rhine blushes furiously.

Amila pointedly says nothing at all.

Yorvhaset turns in a swirl of white feathers to direct a frown at Amila. "All places on the Plateau
belong to the spirit." He corrects $Amlia_her. "But Arget Tep is not among the temples, no.
"

Elwyn peers at Rhine suspiciously.

Yorvhaset casts a glance at the entrance to the tavern, furrowing his brow slightly at the distant
yell.

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says to Huntress Rhine Taziyah, "You best go see to that."

You tell Daskalos Qefin, "..shush."

Daskalos tells you, "But but."

Fledgling Zax yells, "Perhaps you um.. shouldn't have been sniffing around!"

Urekun Starion yells, in Tsol'aa, "Pervert!"

You tell Daskalos Qefin, "We have a representative here!"

A mounted Grecht dragoon yells, "Talon! There is kidnapping!? Are you in danger!?"

You massage your temple, closing your eyes as you softly sigh.

Elwyn gives a pained sigh.

Elwyn leaves to the north.

Xavin frowns deeply and turns towards Yorvhaset. "I apologize for my daughter's...friend.
"

You yell, "All is well, dragoon."

Yorvhaset pinches at the bridge of his broad nose with his claws.

You say to Yorvhaset, "We should likely wrap this up, before they come to find you."

Amila frowns back, planting her palm against the table she sits on. "You should draw a map." She
ignores any further yelling.

Rhine narrows her eyes at Xavin.

Dourly, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "They are rapidly eroding my patience. This is the
second performance of unnecessary paranoia since we arrived in the south."

You say, "You cannot blame them when all is so new."

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "I would advise you to keep them
on hand when you approach Bloodloch."

You nod your head at Xavin.

A mounted Grecht dragoon tells you, "It had best be, flatlander queen, or the claws of the Avalanche
will rend you!"

You say to Yorvhaset, "Enorian as well."

You say, "I appreciate our southern allies..but they can be a bit zealous. Though, Bloodloch will
likely just try to feed on you all."

Yorvhaset exhales a quiet sigh. "Those further south are more violent than the northern
flatlanders?" He queries. "This had not been reported. I have been cautioned that the Consanguine
city is an unpleasant place, but not of murder."

You say to Yorvhaset, "Put nothing past Bloodloch."

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "They tend to act first and ask second."

You nod your head at Mariena.

"They thrive on it, particularly in the caverns," Xavin says, nodding his head once. "If the
Bloodlochians think they can profit from it they will do harm."

Yorvhaset adds, after a moment, "They contributed most heavily to the building of Arget Massa in
your Siroccian mountains. It seems unlikely that they would turn on Massai's distant motherland so
swiftly."

Xavin's tail flicks back and forth and says, "Several of those who contributed to that were of
Bloodloch at the time."

The vague image of a band of gilded flames appears in the air, before Elwyn appears in a flash of
magic.

Elwyn Taziyah says to Huntress Rhine Taziyah, "I went and rescued him for you."

You have emoted: Solaria rolls her shoulders in a shrug, "Bloodloch can be a fickle place. They will
turn if they feel it will benefit them."

Rhine's cheeks are still flushed a bright pink hue as she manages to nod her head at Elwyn. "Thanks,
Mom," she whispers.

Yorvhaset nods his head slowly to you, tapping a claw against his lucerne hammer. "I will keep that
in mind, Feral Will, when my legion visits their domain."

You nod your head at Yorvhaset.

You say to Yorvhaset, "Let us head back to them now."

-moving again-

At the base of a ruined tower. (Duiran.) (25325) [-Haern-]
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A large moss-covered
monolith stands vigilant here. A savage red and green flag waves in the wind, depicting a raven.
Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. Torrents of water twist and shift around the
watery form of an undine aquacaster here, masterfully manipulating her element. A burly centaur
stands sentinel, his hefty crossbow at the ready. Blending in nearly perfectly with her environs, a
cloaked wilderness warden waits here for potential trouble. A viridian satyr stamps his hooves over
the ground, muttering shamanic curses to himself here. Prowling about the area is a feral bahkatu
predator. There are 2 mounted Grecht dragoons here.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, and west.

Elwyn arrives from the northeast.

Amila tells you, "They might say the same of us."

You have emoted: Solaria inclines her head to the two dragoon and then to Yorvhaset, "I do hope that
your visit here has been interesting."

Agitatedly, a mounted Grecht dragoon says something in an uninterpretable shrill chatter.

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "I doubt that."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Maybe Enorian, but not us."

Acidly, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says to a mounted Grecht dragoon, "Retire to your tent
when we make camp after leaving. Thirty switches and reflection on the duty to silence of the nel.
"

Adjusting his gorget, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says, "Be grateful I am not taking a finger

A blaze of purple moths sweeps through the air - and a moment later, bounding from the trees on all
fours, Omei, the Artist skids to a halt, straightening up with Her claws unsheathed.

You blink.

You incline your head politely to Omei.

Yorvhaset turns to face you, bowing deeply - he straightens rapidly as Omei appears.

Omei straightens up slowly, a radiant glow surrounding Her, Her eyes fixed upon Yorvhaset.

Yorvhaset swiftly swings up onto an armoured silver taerilan.

Yorvhaset pulls a sweeping talon ranseur from his weaponbelt fluidly.
Yorvhaset starts to wield a sweeping talon ranseur in his hands.

You say to Omei, "To what do we owe the pleasure, Artist?"

A mounted Grecht dragoon surges to the side as his nervous taerilan gives a sudden growl, eying Omei.

Amila simply stares at Omei, her feet frozen to the ground and eyes dark with curiousity.

Moths and shadows circling Her unsteadily as She bares her teeth, Omei issues a wordless challenge
to Yorvhaset, raising Her hackles and emitting a faint, cackling growl from the depths of Her maw.
She circles, a tendril of shadow in Her hand, snapping it as though in warning.

Macian raises his shield slightly to protect himself as he steps back from Omei, his eyes wary.

Rhine turns to look wide-eyed at Omei, bowing her head in reverence to Her.

Sharply, Omei, the Artist says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "What are you."

You have emoted: Solaria takes a step back, reaching for something from her kitbag as she carefully
watches the exchange.

You take a fiery aetherstaff of swirling spatial motes from a tundra inspired leather kitbag.

You take a buckler from a tundra inspired leather kitbag.

Mariena steps forward boldly, though dips her head politely enough. "He is a representative who was
invited to tour the Council of Duiran peaceably, Artist."

You start to wield a fiery aetherstaff of swirling spatial motes in your left hand.

You start to wield a buckler in your right hand.

Yorvhaset couches his ranseur against his saddle - but does not yet drop it into an aggressive
position. "I am honoured to serve as Talon to the Nel Arget of the Second Imperium, in the time of
Exarch Rholva the Youthful, of the Dehkay Plateau, speaking for Arget Efri of the Northern Tundra."
He recites, flatly, almost in one breath. "Your aggression is untoward, spirit."

Daskalos arrives from the west.

Omei's whip of nightmare hovers in the air, drifting as if in a dream - and then it falls, pooling
on the ground with a snakelike hiss. The initial aggression fades, and She sinks back, falling to
all fours as She becomes quiescent once more.

Xavin frowns deeply and then says, "The Artist is one of the Divine, Talon Yorvhaset," his tone
rather soft. "I would advise caution."

Rhine quickly reaches for Daskalos' hand, linking it with hers.

A mounted Grecht dragoon says something in an uninterpretable shrill chatter.

A moth alights on Omei's nose, its wings opening to momentarily conceal Her eyes.

Urekun leaves to the northeast following Zax.

Urekun enters from the northeast following Zax.

Zax bows respectfully to Omei.

Amila falls down into a crouch, all toes digging into the ground as her stare moves from Omei to
Yorvhaset and back again.

Yorvhaset's hand tightens on the haft of his ranseur, and he watches Omei tensely, not deigning to
respond to his soldier. "I would depart in peace, Divinity." He states, tightly.

You have emoted: Solaria nods her head towards Xavin, taking a few steps forward, "Aye, She is not a
mere spirit, Yorvhaset."

A harsh Rajamala accent cutting through Her words, Omei, the Artist says something in an
uninterpretable shrill chatter.

You draw your eyebrows downward and together in consternation.

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I have no idea what they are saying."

Xavin tentatively raises a hand and says, "I do not think that there is any need for aggression.
This just seems like a bit of a misunderstanding."

His already stony expression darkening into a scowl, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says
something in an uninterpretable shrill chatter.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Xavin says, "You do not understand their tongues?"

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "No, nor Rajamalan."

(The Benandanti Consulate): Xavin says, "This is not good."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Do you?"

Elwyn's grey gaze shifts from Omei to Yorvhaset.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Xavin says, "In short, the Artist takes offense at the statement that
they would gut her and Talon Yorvhaset is upset at Her aggression."

Phrasing Herself harshly, Omei, the Artist says to Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "You bring
only despair. The stench of surrender is on you and all your north-ilk. I see dreams - dreams of
death."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "..lovely."

A mounted Grecht dragoon begins to follow Yorvhaset.

A mounted Grecht dragoon begins to follow Yorvhaset.

The hair raises on the back of Amila's neck as she listens to Omei, hands claiming the dhurive by
her side.

Macian creases his brow in a frown.

You draw your eyebrows downward and together in consternation.

(Duiran): Amila says, "The gods frown on this!"

Stiffly, Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget says something in an uninterpretable shrill chatter.

(Duiran): Xavin says, "Do not presume to speak for all of Them."

(Duiran): Mariena says, "Because the Artist is certainly known for her sanity."

(Duiran): You say, "Aye, as Xavin has sai."

(Duiran): You say, "Said, even."

Yorvhaset inclines his head to you from atop his mount, lips twitching.

You have emoted: Solaria nods her head to Yorvhaset, letting out a shallow sigh.

(Duiran): Amila says, "A goddess frowns! There."

You tell Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Likely best that you make your way back home.
"

Omei straightens up, Her shoulderblades hunched outward, Her eyes glowing as moths creep through Her
hair. She paces, back and forth, never once removing her eyes from Yorvhaset.

(The Benandanti Consulate): Xavin says, "He said that your hospitality will be reported to his queen
as excellent and thanks you for allowing him this visit."

Yorvhaset tells you, "Two settlements remain before I may submit my report. Your Gods are capricious.
"

You tell Talon Yorvhaset, of the Nel Arget, "Mm..aye. They can be. But, I appreciate your visit and
your time."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "Thank you."

(Duiran): Xavin says, "Yes. But She is, if I might, rather quick to anger."

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "I was just talking to him privately, advising him to go ahead.
"

(Duiran): Xavin says, "I mean no offense by that, Lady."

Bowing her head slightly, Elwyn Taziyah says, "Thank you for coming to the council, Talon. It's been
wonderful to have you here."

Yorvhaset raises his voice slightly, his tone cold as he declares, "I extend the invitation of Arget
Efri, a small outpost of the Plateau on the Northern Tundra, to interested visitors. We go in peace,
and wish bounty on your commune."

Yorvhaset nods his head at a mounted Grecht dragoon.

Yorvhaset blurs with speed as his mount gallops him away to the west.
He is followed by a mounted Grecht dragoon and a mounted Grecht dragoon.

Rhine looks worriedly up at Daskalos as she tightens her hand around his.

You massage your temple, closing your eyes as you softly sigh.

You see Omei yell, "Go! Go! Take your dreams with you!"

You say, "I need to go rest a bit..take a bit of mending to the head."

Xavin reaches up, dragging a hand through his hair. "Why do I feel as if that could have gone better,
" he mutters to himself.

Omei throws back Her head, emitting a bellowing, piercing scream toward the starlit heavens.

Zax creases his brow in a frown.

You nod your head at Xavin.

You say, "Well, the majority of it went well."

Moths scatter from Omei as She turns, wild-eyed, peering through the crowd until, at last, She fixes
on Mariena.

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "I do believe it went perfectly well up to a point.
"

Elwyn nods her head at you.

Omei, the Artist says to Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila, "Until you - started - calling Me mad.
No call for names. No call for NAMES..."

A twisted, shadowy figure cleaves through the air and hurtles toward Mariena, wrapping around her
like a dark, sinuous rope and immobilizing her in mere moments.

"Meh," you utter noncommitally.

Voice a screech suddenly, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "You ARE."

Xavin's tail lashes behind himself as he stares at Omei. "M'Lady, perhaps if You did not appear so...
impulsive...we would not gain that impression," he states rather dryly.

Omei tilts Her head, eyes glowing, expression changing as She glowers at Mariena. Sinking closer and
closer with slow, silent footsteps, moths chittering angrily as they swarm around Her.

Fledgling Zax says to Omei, the Artist, in Tsol'aa, "Mother of Dreams is there um.. anything I might
do to help calm Your anger?"

Amila continues to watch Omei, raising up onto both of her feet. Holding her hand out towards Omei,
she looks over her shoulder to Xavin. "He did not like us from the beginning!"

Omei, the Artist says, "You hear how he talks. Barbarian. Primitive. Him with his broken hand. Him
with his... you bow to him but hate Me."

Elwyn Taziyah says, "We've been called worse by allies."

"He is a foreigner," Xavin states, rolling his shoulders. "We do not hate You. We do not appreciate
disruptions to what seemed to be perfectly good diplomatic proceedings."

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "We cannot simply hide here in the oak and turn away newcomers.
"

You have emoted: "We were trying to open negotiations with them is all, Lady." Solaria says clearly,
spreading her hands infront of her, "As Xavin has said, that is all it is."

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "Now, I would appreciate it if you would unhand the Hand of the Praadi.
"

You say, "It may go nowhere, but at least we learned of them and know more."

Omei, the Artist says, "Maybe if you listen to Me instead of demonstrating silly, silly obsession
with 'diplomatic proceedings'... Maybe you listen to Me. Maybe you listen to Me, just once, but no,
no, you DON'T listen to Me, you DON'T pay attention to Me, you just..."

Omei's voice rises and falls, veering from one extreme to the other as She struggles to voice
Herself. At last, venting a sharp huff of breath, She gives up, stares at Mariena, and twists Her
claws.

The twisted shadows melt away from Mariena's frame and leave her free.

Lowering his shield slightly Macian says, "Lady Dream.." he closes his mouth abruptly, catching his
mistake before continuing, "...Artist. There is no hate. It is frustrating for.." he gestures to the
gathered councilors, "...for us when we meet outsiders and attempt to learn more, but then be unable.
 Perhaps you could tell us about the dreams, the stink of defeat?"

Xavin's expression eases once Mariena is free and he says, "We want to listen, but it is hard when
it is not...offered rather than demanded."

Omei, the Artist exclaims, "Too late! I'm not wanted, am I. Nothing of Me. Fine. You help him. You
help the stupid northerner. You help. Much good may it do you! MUCH good!"

The Goddess Omei turns on Her heel, shadow cloaking Her frame as She dissolves into purple moths -
She streams away, vanishing in blurs of brilliant violet.

Zax's eyes shift and he backs off into the trees again.

Elwyn strides over to Mariena's side, laying a hand on her arm.

Urekun leaves to the northeast following Zax.

Dryly, Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "Sounds vaguely like Rhine when she was little."

Macian heaves a deep sigh, shaking his head.

You have emoted: "Pit it all.." Solaria mutters under her breath, reaching a hand to her head as
she kneels down, "I'll try to smooth that over later."

Rhine glares angrily at Xavin.

Mariena twitches each limb in turn, making sure that she is able to move once more.

You say, "I'm too slow with this damned headache..barely could get a word out between you all.
"

-losing all the followers-

Xavin shakes his head and lets out a breath. "What would there have been to say?"

Eyes rather wide but voice obstinate but tiny, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "I remain of
the same opinion."

With a wry smile, Macian Amaratha says, "New ground rule for diplomacy, perhaps... let's try not to
piss off the beings who can snuff us all out OR the visitors."

You have emoted: Solaria stands back upright, shaking her head, "I don't really know, frankly. She
barely speaks to any of us in ages, and then shows up now."

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "She was pissed before one of us even said a word."

Xavin nods his head at you.

Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "Then there is that."

Rhine looks worriedly over at Mariena, "You okay, Mari?" she asks, moving closer to Daskalos for
comfort.

Glancing around, Seneschal Xavin Taziyah says, "Besides....She would not strike against those that
serve Her brothers."

More firmly, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says, "I am fine, and it was a mighty impressive
effort y'all put in to keep me that way."

You think for a moment before nodding slowly at Xavin.

Xavin pads over to Mariena, worrying his lip for a moment or two. "You sure?"

With a slight shrug, Macian Amaratha says to Seneschal Xavin Taziyah, "I suppose I missed that part.
I've encountered Her perhaps once since I was part of Her order back in Ashtan."

You say to Mariena, "I should have stepped in, dear. I'm glad you are alright."

Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says to Seneschal Xavin Taziyah, "Aye."

Elwyn's hand moves to squeeze Mariena's shoulder gently before she drops her hand to her side. "You
heard the Hand, she is fine," she states.

"I told you all that this was wrong. He called you servants in his language. Our leaders. He holds
his hammer at our bugs. I do NOT trust outsiders." Amila whips her hand out in front of her before
sparing a look over to Mariena, quickly assesssing that she was still alive.

"It is their way," Xavin says softly, peering at Amila. "Their culture is one we know very little
about and I would imagine the way we live does seem quite barbaric to those that cloister themselves
in cities."

"There is much to learn from them before we simply cast them aside, Amila," Rhine states, her brow
furrowed.

You have emoted: "Amila, STOP." Solaria says in a clearly angered tone, "Just bloody stop!" She
steps in close, pointing a staff at Amila's chest, "You assume too much and know too little. Just
because they speak differently does not mean that we immediately act like savages. If we do that, we
get nowhere and find out nothing. So, CALM DOWN."

Sharply, Elwyn Taziyah says to Tracker Amila dur Naya, "Do not be so childish. Any and all knowledge
gained can be useful."

Flatly, Hand of the Praadi, Mariena Aquila says to Tracker Amila dur Naya, "And I don't trust our
Gods. However, the spirits I do and our Guardians I do. . We need to see if the Seer has to say
anything against them and then we'll see who is to be trusted."

You have emoted: Solaria tries her best to calm herself, shaking her head as she takes a step back,
"Aye..Mariena, get with the Seer."

You say, "Vras should be willing to look into it as best as possible."

Mariena nods her head at you.

Amila bites at her bottom lip until dents have been left in her own flesh. "I held my tongue when he
was here, Feral Will Solaria. I will not not say my opinion. Not a savage. Opinion. I feel wrong
about this! It is not CHILDISH to feel something wrong."

You have emoted: "I'm going to go take my rest to think on how to approach the Artist in the
meantime.." Solaria continues with, reaching up to massage her head again, "Amila, you can feel
wrong, but it is childish to act as you are about it. I don't necessarily feel right about all of it,
 but I keep myself composed and not let the newcomers see it."

You say, "Showing that can be seen as a weakness..they can exploit such things out of you.
"

You say to Amila, "Weaknesses are meant to be shown to those you trust - not your possible enemies.
"

You say, "With that, I take my leave. I am in need of an intense mending therapy."

"Do what you must, of course. Do that.. but do not call my opinion foul unless I say something that
brings harm to Dendara!" Amila suddenly falls silent for a moment following your last words. "..so I
may not show such weakness and opinion to you?"

You say to Amila, "You can, but there is a point when you need to calm down and breath.
"

You say, "These others can explain it better.."

You have emoted: Solaria waves her hand in the air in departure to the crowd, "I'll be at Father's
shrine doing as much, if I am truly needed. I need to get this done before my head possibly pops."

Frowning, Tracker Amila dur Naya says to you, "I kept quiet when you asked me to."

"The foreigners would have to have been fools to not have seen it," Xavin says softly, rubbing a
hand over his face. "And if they were looking to cause us harm, they very well could have exploited
it."

You nod your head at Amila.

-moving to another room far away-

(The Benandanti Consulate): You say, "..thank you, Xavin."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "We will talk on it later. When my head is not pounding.
"

Amila tells you, "Alright. I will listen.. but I will talk, too."

You tell Tracker Amila dur Naya, "I expect nothing less."