06-29-2007, 06:07 PM
OOC: Location: Braggarfall
OOC: DragonMaster, can I assume you're in? If not, just interrupt me and I'll edit my posts, but for now, I'm going to go ahead and assume you're following along.
IC: The shoe polisher made his way through the cobblestone streets and toward one of the many city Inn's. He rounded the side into an alleyway and toward a trash can.
Polisher: I'll need to see your branding marks.
The polisher looked the group over and nodded. He then moved the trash bucket away from a large hole it was covering. A ladder lead down into the underbelly of the city itself.
Polisher: Follow me, but pay mind to that trash container on your way in. It needs to be replaced.
The polisher lead the others down the ladder and into a large dug-out room.
Polisher: Now, we can be frank. My name is Val'Timner. I'm an influencial member of the Circle of Twelve. I'm sure your letters went over our plea. I'll attempt not repeating what's already been said. There's little time and I must fill you in on the goings on within our lands.
King Balthatos already knows of your arrival within our empire. My colleagues have received word that Balthatos has sent a group of armed guard to investigate the situation. They should be within Braggarfall by dawn tomorrow. I suggest that once we're through, the three of you leave town. Staying and fighting will just confirm our King's suspicions and provide the necessary grounds to dismiss the Circle of Twelve, leaving our King the power to evoke martial law. We... don't want that.
Val'Timner made his way down an east corridor into a large banquet hall dug out of the soil. There sat 11 of the appointed twelve members within the Circle of Twelve. Val'Timner took his seat at the immense table and began the discussion.
Val'Timner: These three brave souls have started a journey that could lead them to the...
*another member within the circle interrupted.
Grathan: Three? That's it? Have you any idea the number of letters sent out across our world? All we can muster are three heroes? This is INSANITY!
Val'Timner: Settle, Grathan. More will come.
Grathan: We haven't the time to hold up down here and wait for more to come! You know of the guard whom make their way toward our city. We need to be out of here and back in normal capacity as if nothing has happened.
Val'Timner: You're right. I'm sure we can work something out with the local bar keeps again.
Grathan: We need a plan. If we continue so carelessly and aimlessly, we'll all be killed before we see the return of a just and honest King.
Val'Timner: Enough! Save your petty indifferences for some other time. We have more pressing issues at hand. Now, Mark, Marcus, and Soma. You've been...
Rikus: I'm sorry, Marcus couldn't fulfill your request to attend. I have taken his place.
Val'Timner: No, no... this can't be. Why weren't we alerted?
Grathan: It seems your bar keep isn't keeping his word!
Val'Timner: SHUT UP, GRATHAN! I suppose this makes sense, though. You don't seem to be human, yes? Not that any of that matters now. I simply hope we can trust you.
Rikus: Unlike our human companion here, I can't promise you my full support without you questioning my sincerity, but you need my help. If the three of us were somehow reduced to two, your chances of winning this war would be greatly reduced.
Val'Timner: You're right. I cannot stress how much we're relying on all of you. That out of the way, as I've stated, we have very little time, so allow me to end this by saying that you three have our full support and total amnesty within our kingdom so long as your deeds don't fall directly within the jurisdiction of our King. Whatever you do, so long as it is for the good sake of our cause, will be absolutely pardoned by our council once you suceed in overthrowing our unruly King. Understood?
OOC: DragonMaster, can I assume you're in? If not, just interrupt me and I'll edit my posts, but for now, I'm going to go ahead and assume you're following along.
IC: The shoe polisher made his way through the cobblestone streets and toward one of the many city Inn's. He rounded the side into an alleyway and toward a trash can.
Polisher: I'll need to see your branding marks.
The polisher looked the group over and nodded. He then moved the trash bucket away from a large hole it was covering. A ladder lead down into the underbelly of the city itself.
Polisher: Follow me, but pay mind to that trash container on your way in. It needs to be replaced.
The polisher lead the others down the ladder and into a large dug-out room.
Polisher: Now, we can be frank. My name is Val'Timner. I'm an influencial member of the Circle of Twelve. I'm sure your letters went over our plea. I'll attempt not repeating what's already been said. There's little time and I must fill you in on the goings on within our lands.
King Balthatos already knows of your arrival within our empire. My colleagues have received word that Balthatos has sent a group of armed guard to investigate the situation. They should be within Braggarfall by dawn tomorrow. I suggest that once we're through, the three of you leave town. Staying and fighting will just confirm our King's suspicions and provide the necessary grounds to dismiss the Circle of Twelve, leaving our King the power to evoke martial law. We... don't want that.
Val'Timner made his way down an east corridor into a large banquet hall dug out of the soil. There sat 11 of the appointed twelve members within the Circle of Twelve. Val'Timner took his seat at the immense table and began the discussion.
Val'Timner: These three brave souls have started a journey that could lead them to the...
*another member within the circle interrupted.
Grathan: Three? That's it? Have you any idea the number of letters sent out across our world? All we can muster are three heroes? This is INSANITY!
Val'Timner: Settle, Grathan. More will come.
Grathan: We haven't the time to hold up down here and wait for more to come! You know of the guard whom make their way toward our city. We need to be out of here and back in normal capacity as if nothing has happened.
Val'Timner: You're right. I'm sure we can work something out with the local bar keeps again.
Grathan: We need a plan. If we continue so carelessly and aimlessly, we'll all be killed before we see the return of a just and honest King.
Val'Timner: Enough! Save your petty indifferences for some other time. We have more pressing issues at hand. Now, Mark, Marcus, and Soma. You've been...
Rikus: I'm sorry, Marcus couldn't fulfill your request to attend. I have taken his place.
Val'Timner: No, no... this can't be. Why weren't we alerted?
Grathan: It seems your bar keep isn't keeping his word!
Val'Timner: SHUT UP, GRATHAN! I suppose this makes sense, though. You don't seem to be human, yes? Not that any of that matters now. I simply hope we can trust you.
Rikus: Unlike our human companion here, I can't promise you my full support without you questioning my sincerity, but you need my help. If the three of us were somehow reduced to two, your chances of winning this war would be greatly reduced.
Val'Timner: You're right. I cannot stress how much we're relying on all of you. That out of the way, as I've stated, we have very little time, so allow me to end this by saying that you three have our full support and total amnesty within our kingdom so long as your deeds don't fall directly within the jurisdiction of our King. Whatever you do, so long as it is for the good sake of our cause, will be absolutely pardoned by our council once you suceed in overthrowing our unruly King. Understood?