[Post co-written by Script, Tiko, Imehal, Gasmask, Arrow, Moonscar, and Conumbra.]
It was in the mess hall of the prison fort that the Patronus and the Aeloran scout party had been called to assemble. After their meeting, Sylvire and Ciela had called their people together to inform them of the decisions that had been reached. There was a low tension in the air, as mistrust still hung heavily over many members of both groups - especially of those that they had not spoken with yet. To further add to this, the Sword of Truth glowed a dim yellow in its sheathe - exemplifying the level of hostility in the air.
"No doubt many of you have been wondering where our plans lie," Sylvire said, stood at the centre of the gathering in front of the blazing hearth and looking around at the Patronus, "In the week since we arrived here that has been uncertain. We cannot return to Terra by the same manner in which we arrived, without risking a fatal ambush. Until now it had been my intention to return by other means as soon as possible, but with the new information that Ciela has provided, those plans have changed."
The sorceress looked to Ciela at this point, to defer the imparting of this information to her. The ranger took a breath and stepped forwards from where she had leaned against the wall. "Greetings to you, Patronus - for those of you who don't know, my name is Ciela Featherfoot. I'm the leader of the expedition party, and on behalf of my allies I extend my thanks for your accomodation of us, and for your aid against the voidlings which pursued us. My allies and I hail from a city far from here, one of the last bastions of defence against the Sealed One. Tai'emroth is its name, built into a mountain and the most heavily defensible city of the land. We came here to investigate just why the void-creatures had never entered the city since its fall, and we found our answer in your leader."
Leaning onto the back of a vacant chair, Ciela took a moment to let the information thus far sink in before continuing. "After negotiations with Lady Nasazura, we have agreed that we will take you to Tai'emroth with us. If you can help us at all with our war, then I can say with confidence that our leaders will be willing to help you with yours. It is, after all, one and the same war, merely in different forms."
Sylvire nodded, "There is little that we can do from here, and there is much in this land which could enable us to better fight our enemies back on Terra. There is one destination in particular, the specifics of which can be discussed at another time, which could provide knowledge of how the Sealed One himself was defeated the first time."
The sorceress glanced around the room stoically, "Any of you who wish to remain behind may do so - I will ensure we return here as soon as we can, and there is plenty of food in storage to survive upon. I will need someone at least to remain and care for Aiedai. Those of you who are willing to join me, I can promise nothing other than whatever happens, we will be fighting as much for the survival of our own world as this one in any conflict against the Sealed One."
Finally, the explanation was over. "I anticipate that there will be many questions," Sylvire said, "We will be departing before dawn tomorrow. If you have anything to ask, then do so now, or approach me later today."
It was in silence that the gathered group listened to Sylvire and Ciela's words and when all was said and done, in an uncharacteristic moment, it was Rynhart who spoke up first. “Those that aren't fit to make the journey will require protection. Alair should remain behind. He's young but his sword arm is strong.”
Tactful wording perhaps to soothe the half-breed's pride. It was no secret the tension spurred by Alair in the week past. On a journey of this nature, it was paramount that each and every one of them could be counted on to trust one other with their life. Alair was a loyal apprentice but unpredictable and reckless. He was yet untested with the lives of so many. He wasn't ready.
Parlina, who was sat down on the floor cross-legged beside Rynhart, had been watching the leaders of the two groups speak with rapt attention, eyes thoughtful. She thought the plan of action sound and certainly no less risky than anything they’d ever contemplated enduring for the sake of protecting Terra. Other worlds, in the little druid’s eyes, needed protecting from the Sealed One just as much.
“Those who can’t make the journey?” Interrupted from her internal agreement by Rynhart, she turned her gaze, frowning. Kento’s condition had not improved enough these past days, so there was no way of him travelling with them into unknown danger in a day’s time. Fretful at the idea of leaving him behind for many reasons - not all of them sensible - Parlina spoke up next. “I think it is a good idea for some of us to stay in the shelter of the library, given the danger that we are about to walk into. Maybe I should stay behind with Sir Alair and the others as well? Sir Kento isn't stable yet, so he'll need someone with healing to make sure he doesn't relapse again.”
Resting a hand on Parlina's shoulder, Rynhart interjected. “Don't let your personal feelings cloud your judgment too hastily. Kento is on the mend, there is little more that you can do for him. He simply needs time and rest to regain his strength. Your services may well be required elsewhere before all is said and done. Think carefully before you decide.”
It was with a sigh that Parlina answered Rynhart initially, gaze falling to the floor. He spoke truth - she knew that well enough, but that did nothing to stop her distress at being caught out so openly. She had to make the right choice, which Parlina knew through hard lessons was never the easy one. He had spoken carefully; not telling her what to do but counselling her sagely at the same time. The druid hoped there would never be a time in the days to come where she would be without him.
“Okay.” Parlina tilted backwards to look up at the elf. Worry ill-suited the young girl's usually bright expression, but she could find nothing to smile about when faced with a decision such as this. "I will."
Arrow, stood to the back of the room, listened to Sylvire's words in respectful silence. The sorceress made sense, as usual, and there was nothing to be gained in idleness. However there was one thing that caused him doubt, and that was the artifact at his hip. The dull yellow glow around it indicated that something or someone here was not entirely trustworthy. The artifact was sensitive, however, and the tension between the groups was most likely to blame. Idle trust in a land like this was not a frequent occurrence, and if their new allies had yet to fully trust them, it was logical to assume that they would not be entirely trustworthy themselves. In time, perhaps, the glow would fade, once they became more settled as allies.
The ex-soldier looked to his sister, and once she had met his eyes, nodded to her. He knew that she would not throw herself at this cause as easily as he had, but he thought it unlikely she would let him venture off without her.
Aliana returned Arrow's gaze and nod, sighing to herself. If her brother was to commit himself to this expedition, then she was obliged to follow him. It would not do for him to come to harm, as he no doubt would without someone sensible to watch his back. The bard returned her attention to the front of the room without comment.
"You know I could go with a weapon right about now..." Samuel muttered to himself, shaking his head and making a general effort to stay out of the way like he'd been told on multiple occasions, was it multiple? Samuel didn't know and didn't really care, somewhere along the line helping out had been phased into boredom for this young man.
Heck, he had even gave up on trying to get attention at this point, whenever the boredom really ate him up, he decided to read the book he picked up in the libarary. Everything was getting a lot more serious and Samuel understood but still dwelled on how his opinion hardly mattered.
Stepping forth was currently the tallest member of the Patronus, Narruk Skinn. It was a short step, for anything bigger would carry him too far. He had listened to what Sylvire had to say, and was now he had something to add. "I would li-"
Samuel made his way to step beside Narruk and poked his side, as he coudn't reach his shoulder. "Hey." Samuel said in a low voice. "Got anything for pyromancer?" Samuel questioned, hoping he could get something worth defending himself with.
"Oh and what are you? Are you an orc?"
Stood towards the front of the gathered Patronus and scouts, Natalie considered all they had been told carefully, giving Raedan and Nihm thoughtful glances. Her pensive mood was broken as Narruk stepped forward to speak, disbelief widening her eyes.
“If you have something to add to the discussion Mr Torship, could it not have waited until Narruk was done speaking himself?" Natalie's tone was stern, but her glare softened marginally as she regarded the oasis warrior who had been interrupted. "Narruk, please continue."
With a glance to the young pyromancer, Narruk said nothing. The giant nodded to Natalie and went on, "Yes, thank you. Now, regarding getting back to-"
At this point it was Brent who interrupted Narruk's words. “Just a moment, if you would. We're not taking children with us are we?” the burly soldier inquired with a look to Samuel. Disapproval was written all over his face, enough so to speak out of turn.
Fingers patiently tapped against one another as the Giant waited. He could not really move his eyeballs over to stare at the boy, but Brent could probably feel the stare bearing down upon him from those pitless holes in Narruk's head. "Forgive me. May I continue?" he asked, though his words we-
"If I may interject!" piped up a small voice to the side of the room, as Kirae glanced between Arrow and Elante, golden eyes falling on Brent. "I shou-"
"No." the giant said flatly.
"... oh. Okay then! I'll wait." The sylvari blinked, still smiling brightly.
The Oasis warrior cleared his throat, but before he went on, waited, eyeing everyone in the room. He raised a gnarled brow, just waiting for another interruption. After a long moment, he then opened his mouth to speak.
"Now, seeing as I have your attention, I would like to regard our problem of being able to move back to Terra. Though we may have a portal through the library, it is true that the path may prove too dangerous to travel. However, I have a proposal that may catch your interest; another portal in which we may traval through freely without danger of awaiting enemies on the other side." He took a pause, looking about the members.
"My homeland, the Oasis, is a wasteland of darkness. It is the empty space between dimensions and worlds. Within this place, there are portals to all other worlds. There is, of course, one linked to Terra, as there is one here."
As Narruk spoke, Amber was picking idly at her nails with a knife point. “As long winded as the council back home, huh?” she whispered to her brother, Brent.
"I beg your forgiveness," the slightly perplexed voice of the young mage Raedan spoke up, "But I was under the impression that you all had intent to aid us - that a backdoor to your own realm has made itself apparent surely does not mean you intend to reverse that decision?" he queried.
Sylvire shook her head, "I am sure that Narruk means this only as a way for us to return once we have done what we can here." she said, "It is as we have said, we fight the same battle, merely on different fields."
"Plans, plans, plans." mumbled Samuel, who could not percieve the genius of having a plan. Plans to him were things that got in the way of burning things. Samuel liked burning things, pity he coudn't burn plans.
Damn plans.
Spying a pause in the conversation, Kirae took the opportunity to speak up, "Ah, as I was saying!" the small girl said, "As you were mentioning children, sir," the sylvari glanced at Brent, "I should take the opportunity to point out that despite my age and stature, I have reached what is considered adulthood amongst my people long ago."
She smiled, "I am aware that it is easy to mistake one of the Sylvari for a child, but I assure you I am far from it!"
"But that's among your people, that's like saying that if it was your people it's perfectly okay to well uh... set fire to people's pets in your culture kind of, it's just that while you may speak for your people, these people have an entirely differnet idea and I've learned that if you keep your opinion to yourself. These guys like you more, something to do with blunt force truama." Samuel added, his voice wasn't exactly a bastion of respect either.
"And this guy." Samuel made a point of pointing at Brent. "Assumes that just because he has a sword and I don't and that I am underage gives him the oppatunity to dismiss as well... under-"
Brent let out a flustered snort, “Why you little -” he began before reigning his words in. Amber put a hand on his arm but his pride had been stung. “Loreia assigned me to this expedition and I'll see that through, but I'm not here to babysit some whelp that thinks he knows what's what in this world. I think I speak for all of us when I say that crossing the lands of Aelora is not for the inexperienced, nor a task to be taken lightly.”
Kirae tilted her head, furrowing her brow, "I'm afraid I may have missed the link between your example and my scenario," she said, "My species are born fully developed, physically, and with the knowledge of our mother. By most definitions, we resemble adults both physically and mentally within our first year!" The sylvari smiled as she explained, unfettered by Samuel's comments.
"Yeah and my species killed dragons on a daily basis, that was fun, but if you're born with the knowlege already there, why do you feel the need to tell us that you're an adult, why not just say "Oh I know a fair bit, therefore I think you should respect a little more" because that's where the whole child and adult thing lies."
"It's only natural to protect one's young," Kirae said, completely missing the fact that she might be irritating Samuel by her line of argument, "Most humans develop at a much slower rate, and therefore require protection for longer. The children of any culture are to be cherished!"
Parlina, who had been sitting quietly with her own thoughts whilst the arguing had escalated rapidly following a few choice comments, stood with a passing glance at Rynhart, regarded the room.
"This isn't helping!" Parlina's voice was loud, hopefully high enough to drown out all the opinionated people who had entirely derailed the discussion at hand, her hands sweeping outwards, looking a great deal more relaxed than she felt. "Talk of using age to determine whether someone is fit to go on this journey is not fair. Did Lady Kirae not fight alongside those older than her bravely? I did
not endure the loss of Sir Taima just to get told by some stranger that all that I fought for and lost to get here isn't enough for me to come along simply because I'm younger than you."
Looking thoroughly exasperated, Parlina paused and took a deep breath before speaking again, looking across at Brent with no malice in her voice or gaze. "Can't you rely on our allies to decide who stays and who goes? I mean no offence to any of you - you all seem really lovely - but they know best who is ready for this journey."
Rynhart rose in turn, resting his hands on Parlina's shoulders as the much taller man stood behind her. “Perhaps we should simply put the decision of who stays and who goes, to Sylvire.”
Sylvire nodded, "Thank you," she said, "And I reiterate what Parlina says. Nobody who is not ready to travel with us will do so, and nobody who is ready will be excluded for any other reason. That will have to be enough to satisfy you - the need is great, and those who can respond to that need capably are more valuable than their years might otherwise suggest."
Glancing to Brent with eyes equal parts warning and understanding, Ciela nodded, "It is far from us to say whether those we do not know are as capable as those who know them assure us they are."
Whilst the others spoke, to the side, Elante simply sighed to himself. He wondered how long this discussion would go in circles for until progress was made, or it was ended.
Parlina nodded to Sylvire with a faint smile, pleased that her words had been acknowledged. "Thank you Lady Ciela." Then she retreated a little back to Rynhart, looking down at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world right now before looking up once more, eyes eerily unreadable. "I have no questions to ask about this change Lady Sylvire. I would be honoured to accompany the Patronus and our new allies if I am chosen to come and fight against the Sealed One by your side, but does anyone mind if I leave now? I wish to talk to someone who is not present."
“Go on. I'll fill you in on the rest later,” Rynhart replied. He knew where she was headed, and afforded her the privacy to do so.
Parlina placed a hand over Rynhart's on one of her shoulders, nodding. "Thank you," she whispered before heading to the exit at a hurried pace.
Samuel scratched at his neck nervously, now that had made an excellent break to the shouting and the displeasentries and all that bad stuff. Samuel wondered if it would be a punishable offence if he asked if Narruk was an orc again and if he had any weapons on him. Choices and decisions...
"You know if guys actually trusted me with a weapon now, I'd probably feel a lot more confident and be less uh... Afraid? Nah too strong a word, nervous seems better. I won't ask why you guys keep refusing to do so because I think I already know but I think you people should actually put a hand forward in trusting me instead of expecting me to, I mean heck a couple of you have known me since I was about... You know, Yey' high? I don't think I exactly pass as a spy."
"Trust?" Natalie strode towards the young man through the group. His use of that word so freely had almost rendered her speechless, but thankfully as he had continued she had found a source of frustration to find words for her thoughts. "You forfeited that right the moment that you
directly disobeyed Mistress Dae by following us through..."
"Oh yeah because I totally have in posession an orb that tells the sealed one everything we're doing right now." Samuel said sarcastically. "Heck if I had known the academy, no, if my parents had known about this I doubt I would have strolled though the por-"
"Samuel." Elante interrupted, speaking up for the first time in that meeting, "We don't think you're a spy. If you were a spy you'd have blundered and revealed yourself by now. I think what you should think about is if you'd walked through that portal a few seconds earlier, you could easily be the one dead. Not Aeryn." The mage shook his head, "You just don't get what an idiot you are sometimes."
"Then I'd like if I finally had a say in things, now I know the reasons for my being here are dumb and cost you a couple of things but you're always judging from that point on and I can understand why but really isn't now the time to actually entrust me with something because there is a reason that I'm one of my father's progeny, I'm not just the wonky idiot troublemaker everyone sees, and I'd like it if you looked deeper, I thought I've been doing a pretty good job trying to help and I wish I could do more but I feel like you guys are trying to trip me up by not trusting me!" Samuel flung up his arms, grinding his teeth as Elante talked.
"And you, you're always focusing on well whatever the hell you're focusing on, can you let me talk to somebody who I'm not afraid of, or just generally someone I'd go out of my way to avoid!" Samuel finished, he'd been holding in this particular rant for awhile now.
As the arguing continued underway despite efforts to cease them, a pale ethereal figure stood in the doorway, her eyes silent and observant. How long she had been there was uncertain and she made no sound as she stepped into the room quietly.
Elante shook his head, "Your problem, Samuel, is you haven't got perspective. You're hung up on looking good in front of everyone, on being a hero. You just don't think about what all this means to some of us."
Narrowing his eyes at the slightly younger mage, Elante paused to glance at Sylvire. "I'm with you if you want me, Sylvire. But right now I need some air."
Turning, he swept from the room, brushing past Whisper without a word, meeting her eyes briefly and blankly before he was gone from the room.
With the brief pause in the yelling, Whisper interjected smoothly. “I would like to go.” Simply spoken there was little explanation into Whisper's request beyond the weight of her voice. Serious and direct.
Much of the frustration that had been in Natalie's expression just minutes before had been replaced by relief upon notcing the new arrival. Without a moment's pause however, she turned to look at Samuel brieflly, one hand raised in the air in his direction, palm outwards. "
End of discussion. You've said quite enough."
Then Natalie looked at Whisper long and hard before nodding, lips curving into a faint smile at the request. "You're late."
Marxan had been considering whether to stay or leave for a while after the option had been given to him. If he stayed he could potentially help the wounded, but if he went he could help fight a war, save a small city from being destroyed. He had to find where he could do the most good. Most of the conversation went over his years, right up until he heard Natalie mention that someone was late. That's when he turned to the doorway and saw Whisper. Well he had been looking for her; he supposed that this was as good a time as any to start asking questions.
He approached Whisper carefully and casually, making sure not to look threatening. When he stood right in front of her, he held his hands behind his back and looked her over pointedly. She didn't look any different from when he had last seen her. All her clothes seemed to be in order, her body language was normal and there weren't any outward physical signs that she may be posessed or controlled. All seemed normal.
He harrumphed and said "Now where exactly have you been Whisper? That was some funny timing by the way, you disappearing during the attack while everyone was distracted. I'm sure I'm not the only one searching for answers." He then turned to Sylvire and said "I would like to go. This outpost needs all the help it can get in this trying time and I'll definitely come along if I'm allowed to bring some reading materials from the library here to help pursue my studies."
Whisper returned Natalie's look with neutral but observant eyes. She held the gaze for a moment before turning to face Marxan's approach. Her expression turned wary at his inquiry and though she seemed about to speak she hesitated. After a moment's pause she turned her eyes to look upon Sylvire, as if awaiting direction for the matter at hand. The past two times she had encountered Marxan had not been the most friendly of exchanges.
"That's enough Marxan," Sylvire warned, "Now is not the time for such questions."
Ciela raised an eyebrow at the man, "I think you misunderstand the nature of our trip if you think carrying books is a good idea. Any excess weight is ideally left behind."
Here Emma interjected, grinning, "What Ciela means to say is don't go overboard. Sure, bring one or two small volumes, but you probably won't have a lot of luxury reading time once we're out there. Besides, we have a library ourselves once we reach Tai'emroth."
"And I can instruct you in the absence of adequate written materials Mr Green," Natalie added briskly, looking between antagonist, leader and friend each in turn. There was a measure of control to her expression; reining her emotions in as she changed the direction of conversation once more.
"Lady Nasazura, Ciela Featherfoot - whilst I agree that this is the best course of action, I hold concern that we know little to nothing about the environment and circumstances we are about to dive into with our new allies." Inquisitiveness tempered by caution guided her words, which showed as Natalie continued onwards. "Is there anything you can tell us in the short resting time we have left about what we are getting ourselves into? From what I have have heard from Mr Janse and the others I have become acquainted with, yours and our wars against the Sealed One have been very different in both pace and level of challenge. I would prefer not to go into this wholly unprepared."
Marxan shrugged as he finally backed down from Whisper. "Very well, but at some point we are going to have a serious discussion Whisper." He took a moment to look around the room "Supervised of course, I doubt anyone here would let me be alone with you for more than five minutes; can't say I don't deserve it though." He sighed, however he perked up upon hearing that there would be little need for extra literature. "Alright then, I only planned to bring a couple of the materials there anyway. Guess I'm going to have to pick and choose"
He walked away from Whisper and leaned against a nearby wall and listened to what Natalie had to say. He nodded his head "She's right about that. We know next to nothing about what we're getting into; the enemy doesn't need any more opportunities to surprise us." He glanced at Whisper for a moment before turning back. "We've had too much of that already. I'll be blunt Sylvire and Miss Featherfoot, are we walking into a suicide mission?"
Sylvire raised an eyebrow, "A suicide mission? I would not risk the artefacts and the fate of the world for something so dangerous. No, I am assured that though the journey will entail risk, it is far from suicidal."
Nodding her head, Ciela turned to address Natalie, and by extension the rest of the Patronus. "The situation is grim out there, at best," she began, "Voidlings and other more powerful creatures have free reign of the countryside and the old roads. The only way to travel is quickly and quietly - imagine a scouting mission inside enemy territory in a more traditional war. Detection can mean death. The largest concentration of voidlings is outside the city, on the plains. From thereon out they're a lot more scattered, travel is easier. Once we reach the forest we should be relatively safe, so long as we aren't followed."
The ranger paused, "Expect the unexpected. Even we don't know everything the Sealed One has out there, so always be on your guards. And watch the skies - the most perceptive of the enemy are a trio of winged, harpy-like creatures. We call them the Eyes, as if they see you, they call every voidling within a dozen miles down on you. There are settlements in the forest that we'll be aiming for as pit-stops. Stopping for the night only allows a little rest, given the need for a constant watch and readiness even in those asleep."
Emma chuckled dryly, "And that's if you can sleep under the circumstances. Dead grass provides little cushioning."
Looking faintly surprised that she and Marxan agreed about anything except that the Sealed One escaping would be a really awful occurrence, Natalie accepted Ciela's explanation of the severity of the situation beyond Amarathia with a slow, considering nod. "Then we should all get some good rest now whilst we can."
Sylvire nodded. "A good plan," she said, "Unless there is anything else, we should retire to prepare ourselves for our departure. Remember, we rise before dawn to cross the plains under cover of night." The sorceress smiled, and moved to leave the room.