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<pre>### A little while back Padraic tells me "We will speak soon."
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<pre>### Later, inside the Bandit's Blade
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### After a short while I take him up on the offer.
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### His response was quite prompt.
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The sun slowly disappears in the west.
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The Bandit's Blade Tavern
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The clouds begin to disperse, clearing the sky.
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  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
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this large tavern. The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
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wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
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floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
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confrontations that take place here.  To the east, the counter and drink
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shelf lie.  To the south and east, the numerous tables continue, while to
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the west is a back room.
  
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Padraic tells you 'Gate to me.'
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[Exits: east south west]
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Elciryar the thief leader and betrayer of the ethrons sits here.
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Shasarik has arrived.
  
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You step into the void, crossing space with your magics.
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Shasarik looks at a rotund old barkeep.
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The magical winds of the void tear at you!
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Shasarik says 'What is our business here?'
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You fade into existence.
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Your passage through the void DISMEMBERS you!
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The Infirmary
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  The infirmary of Krilin Fortress is a spacious room with bare wooden
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walls and a well-worn log floor. A wooden countertop is build into the west
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wall, cluttered with bandages, salves, and healing ointments.  A round
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shield decorated with the symbol of Jolinn is mounted on the wall.  The
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infirmary continues south.
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[Exits: south]
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Vaeshir says softly 'Talk. Talk of various things.'
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(Hide) Padraic the Hero of the Shadows is here.
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Vaeshir braces himself against the shelves and lowers himself to the floor.
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A scholar of water bustles about the infirmary.
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Padraic looks at you.
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Shasarik sighs in small, controlled bursts.
  
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Vaeshir gazes up at Shasarik through the cloth bound about his face.
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(PK) Vaeshir                     The Infirmary
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Vaeshir says softly 'You are tense. Why?'
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(PK) Padraic                      The Infirmary
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You fade out of existence.
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Shasarik says 'The girl... the girl... I admire the fighter's style but...'
  
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Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
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Put to work by the leaders of the Bandit's Blade, this young girl is at
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Vaeshir says softly 'Shal I take us somewhere more private?'
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the beck and call of the criminals in the tavern. She appears harrowed by
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the experience of working under the conditions imposed by men of such
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unscrupulous natures. 
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A young servant girl is in excellent condition.
  
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Shasarik says 'I cannot glean her intentions...'
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Padraic spreads his hands.
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Shasarik says 'No, the other one'
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Shasarik says 'Isyle.'
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Shasarik says 'True neutrals... they disturb me.'
  
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Padraic says 'Do as you like.'
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Vaeshir furrows his brow.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Neutral in which matters?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Which girl do you speak of?'
  
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Shasarik says 'They cloak themselves in a shroud of indifference... armor of stasis...  Isyle... the fighter.'
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(PK) Vaeshir                      The Infirmary
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(PK) Padraic                      The Infirmary
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Vaeshir says softly 'If there is no need.'
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You haggle with a rotund old barkeep.
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Vaeshir nods to Padraic.
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You buy a mug of sailor's ale for 675 gold.
  
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Shasarik says 'From our last clash with the Lords of Conquest I found that the technique of fighters is... potent.'
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Padraic says 'What are your feelings on our High Priest?'
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Vaeshir's expression hardens, his face now grave.
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Vaeshir says softly 'An interesting name for a woman.'
  
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Padraic says 'The question is a simple one.'
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Shasarik says 'I thought as much...'
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'It carries with it a great number of questions.'
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Vaeshir takes a small sip of his ale.
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have both praise and reservations for the man.'
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Vaeshir smiles thinly 'Why do you ask?'
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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You drink dark ale from a mug of sailor's ale.
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Padraic says 'I have been away from my duties for quite some time'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Did you know him at all before your departure?'
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Shasarik says 'I wish a fighter servant... but Isyle will not be bound, I suppose.'
  
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Padraic nods.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Few can be bound with words alone.'
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Vaeshir raises his gaze to meet your own.
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'You feel he may have changed?'
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Shasarik nods at this.
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Shasarik says 'There is something else...'
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Shasarik says 'It is the Darklord...'
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Shasarik says 'He is of my Vanguard and still I do not trust him fully.'
  
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Padraic says 'I am wondering, perhaps hoping, that he has.'
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Vaeshir traces the rim of his glass with a finger, a slight hint of interest in his face.
  
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Vaeshir laces his fingers together before him.
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Shasarik says 'This plagues me, for only those who I am assured of... only those who...'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Hoping that he might have changed how?'
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Padraic says 'My own questions remains unanswered.'
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Shasarik sighs.
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'Quite true.'
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Vaeshir says into the mug 'Why?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Why do you not trust him?'
  
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Padraic eyes the scholar quietly.
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Shasarik says 'He was inducted without my presence at the ceremony.  And he is of the Elder.'
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Padraic says 'Perhaps it is best if you take us away.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Very well.'
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You think 'Excellent.'
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Vaeshir traces a broad circle in the air.
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A shimmering gate rises up before you.
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Vaeshir raises the glass to his lips again.
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You drink dark ale from a mug of sailor's ale.
  
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You enter a shimmering gate.
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Shasarik says 'I... I found my eyes locked upon the Saurian Elder once... he attempted to bind me...'
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A Crystal-filled Cave
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Shasarik says 'I was young... and foolish... I ran... ran on the legs of a mortal from a god.'
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  The subterranean tunnel curves to the north and east at this point, the
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cave walls formed of a dark brown sedimentary stone. Sprouting from this
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stone are dozens of naturally-formed crystals, whose intricate shapes line
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the walls in shimmering patterns. Broken shards and whole shafts of crystal
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lay about the floor of the cave, the smaller pieces filling the various
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cracks and variations in the stone floor.  
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[Exits: north east]
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Vaeshir gives Shasarik an offhand glance.
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    A shimmering black gate rises from the ground, leading to parts unknown.
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A large pile of crystals moves fitfully about the cave.
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You fade into existence.
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Your passage through the void hits you.
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Padraic has arrived through a shimmering gate.
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Shasarik removes his helm slowly to reveal the trigon of the Vanguard in its entirety.
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Padraic's passage through the void wounds him.
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### Wander wander wander.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Perhaps that was answer enough.'
  
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Shasarik says 'There is no rune of the Elder in this.'
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(PK) Vaeshir                      A Rough Earthen Tunnel
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Shasarik says 'And there is a reason for that.'
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(PK) Padraic                      A Crystal-filled Cave
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A Rough Earthen Tunnel
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### The symbol on Shasarik's forehead:
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  The walls of the rough earthen tunnel continue, with jagged pieces of
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stone protruding from the sides.  The floor is uneven, and appears to have
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been chiseled in places.  The rough tunnel continues to the north and east,
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and a side tunnel leads upwards. 
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[Exits: east west up]
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The Symbol of the Black Vanguard consists of a midnight-black Raven
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(Hide) Padraic the Hero of the Shadows is here.
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surrounded by three smaller markings.  Such is the nature of the Symbol that
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no one component dominates its perfect equilibrium.  Around the Raven, the
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peripheral markings are positioned at the vertexes of a thinly-detailed
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equilateral triangle drawn in red.  The Raven itself is drawn as a perfectly
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symmetrical image of beautiful, refined power, the eyes of which are
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narrowed to sharp, ever-viligant slits.  Even for a lifeless symbol, the
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Raven appears particularly immobile, its wings of pitch creased back evenly,
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allowing its presence alone to manifest its capabilities.  Within the
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lower-left corner of the triangle is the symbol of the Great Dragon of the
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Void, pulsing softly with the unenergies of the nothingness itself.  Within
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the lower-right corner of the triangle is the symbol of the Father of the
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Mask, Lord of the Fallen, fading in and out of the grasp of your sight.
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Within the apex is the mark of the Silver Pentagram, flowing with the
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ever-present energies of the Collective.  Between the eyes of the Raven,
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occupying the very center of the trigon, is a small rune of Will,
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identifying Shasarik as the Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard.
  
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Padraic nods.
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Shasarik says 'The goals of the Sept are not our own.'
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Shasarik says 'Their practices are not our own.'
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Shasarik says 'And there will be a time when their ways conflict with ours.'
  
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Vaeshir tilts the mug back deeply, emptying it as you speak.
  
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You drop a mug of sailor's ale.
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The gods give you 60 gold coins for your sacrifice.
  
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Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
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Vaeshir looks at Shasarik intently.
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Vaeshir says softly 'What is your opinion of the High Priest?'
  
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Shasarik says 'When this day comes, and Khaseem must choose, we will no longer hold influence over the Sept and it will be much more difficult to destroy him.'
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Shasarik peers at the rafters with this topic change.
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Shasarik buys a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.
  
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have said those words to you myself in the past, but we may continue speaking of them later.'
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Padraic says 'The question, to the hyperactive mind, is laced with political agendas and intrigue.'
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Padraic says 'But truthfully, I merely seek to ascertain the current state of our house, nothing more.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'It would be difficult for me to judge him without bringing my own wants for the future of the House to bear upon my opinion.'
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Shasarik sets the glass on a table and peers at you.
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Vaeshir says softly 'If you could tell me what in particular troubled you I would be able to speak to it directly.'
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Padraic drinks water from an everfull chalice.
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Vaeshir taps a claw against the broken wooden floorboards idly.
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Padraic tips the chalice in your direction, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.
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Padraic says 'Or have you brought your own supplies this time?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have, but I would drink in rememberance if you like.'
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Shasarik says 'The High Priest is abled of mind, but sometimes I believe he puts his own powers before the power of the Collective in its entirety.'
  
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[SHUNNED] Amyril: If you see Ehraejal, tell me please
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Vaeshir smiles, facing southward 'A direct answer.'
  
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Padraic says 'I'm not one for such sentimental activities.'
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Shasarik says 'Perhaps I make this observation because the Vanguard relies more on the whole than on any one blade...'
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Shasarik says 'But a mage can do wonders alone.'
  
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Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
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Vaeshir's smile deepens into a grin.
  
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Padraic leans against the earthen walls, gazing at you patiently.
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Shasarik says 'No living soul will deny that the High Priest is of power.'
  
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Ehraejal tells you 'Flunkies took stones, yes? From you?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'He did use his power to bring the Warlord among us.'
  
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Vaeshir exhales wearily 'As I have said, my opinion of the High Priest is mixed. I feel no great need to detail the full extent of my sentiments toward him to you.'
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Shasarik says 'Indeed.'
  
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Padraic eats a bowl of beef broth.
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Vaeshir says softly 'That disturbs you.'
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Padraic shrugs his shoulders.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Offends you?'
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Padraic says 'Mixed.  I assume he has not lost a shred of his pompousity then.'
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Vaeshir says curtly 'Little.'
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Shasarik says 'Disturbs... slightly.'
  
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Ehraejal tells you 'Bjorcha got tongue?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Threatens you?'
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Vaeshir nods at nothing in particular.
  
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[    Nef  Psi] (PK) Ehraejal the Master of Prescience
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Shasarik says 'Threteans... not me alone.'
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Shasarik says 'I simply wish he would have spoken to me at greater length.'
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Shasarik says 'At times I fear that his position grants him more power than...'
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Shasarik halts for a moment as he chooses words.
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Shasarik says 'Balance is of importance.'
  
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Padraic says 'I was slightly surprised that he did not address you as "Lord" Vaeshir, upon your arrival.'
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Vaeshir interjects 'I don't believe he has ever shared his true intentions with me.'
  
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You tell Ehraejal 'I don't have the time to chatter with you now, Ehraejal.'
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Shasarik nods gravely.
  
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Padraic says 'He seems strangely enchanted by such titles, and has been throwing them about liberally ever since I made my return.'
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Vaeshir raises his gaze to lock with your own once more.
  
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Ehraejal tells you 'Pity. Ehraejal know something interesting, but you too busy.'
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Shasarik says 'I fear that he knows more than I could ever... ever imagine.'
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Ehraejal tells you 'No matter, no.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'That was an anomaly.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'You, of course, are one of the Circle. Perhaps he has spoken with you of them.'
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Vaeshir tilts his head inquisitively.
  
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Padraic says 'An absent minded high priest?'
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Shasarik shakes his head slightly.
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Padraic mulls over the idea.
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Shasarik says 'Not a breath.'
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'So it seems. Perhaps you read too far into his slip.'
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The edges of Vaeshir's mouth turn downward slightly.
  
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Padraic says 'Perhaps I do. But he bears the highest of credentials, which one rarely achieves except through an uncanny ability to not make mistakes.'
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Shasarik says 'You... you will be the Keeper... I know this as you know this as the archmage of the nexus knows this.'
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Shasarik says 'It is my hope that when we stand within the circle together we shall restore a measure of... balance.'
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Shasarik sips calmly from a glass.
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Shasarik drinks rum from a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.
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Shasarik frowns and discards the glass.
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Shasarik drops a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.
  
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Padraic waves dismissively.
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Shasarik splits 90 gold coins. Your share is 45 gold.
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Shasarik sacrifices a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow to the gods.
  
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Padraic says 'Then again, he has been rather abysmal in hiding his affiliation with the Lord of Deception.'
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Shasarik mutters 'Too sweet.'
  
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Vaeshir chuckles 'Well.'
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Vaeshir laces his fingers together, bringing his legs up to his chest.
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Vaeshir says softly 'There are legitimate reasons for that.'
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Padraic continues 'Even Abliss did a better job than he, and she was a woman.'
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Shasarik begins again 'He keeps the scrolls... he holds all the keys...'
  
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Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
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You think 'How fully I know this one.'
  
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Padraic says 'What legitimate reasons does he have, anyway?'
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Shasarik says 'I know he is bound as we all are... but slowly he rises above...'
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Shasarik tenses briefly.
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Shasarik whispers 'I know not of what I speak.'
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Shasarik turns his head to the ground.
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'It seems to me to be a question of priorities.'
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Vaeshir stares idly into space.
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Vaeshir murmurs 'You know of the Scorpion, I presume.'
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'The Lieutenant has expressed a desire to make our power known to all. I believe they embark upon that path together bringing the House along with them.'
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Shasarik blinks and closes his mouth.
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Vaeshir says softly 'While stealth and power often go together it is not, in this case, in the interests of that plan.'
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Shasarik says 'The scorpion is without a name and form to me.'
  
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Vaeshir turns his head upward to study Shasarik's face.
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(PK) Vaeshir                     A Subterranean Tunnel
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(PK) Padraic                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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Padraic says 'In such a case, Tlkhanu should simply discard his mask, rather than keeping its shredded remains hanging loosely about him.'
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Shasarik looks about for a serving man.
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Padraic says 'If he wishes to show his power, than he should do so.'
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Shasarik slowly sets his gave to you.
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Padraic says 'Staying in Limbo will not help him.'
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Vaeshir nods 'I agree completely. When my word holds more strength among the Five I will see to it that my opinion is known.'
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[OOC] Shasarik: er, gaze
  
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Padraic looks at you.
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OOC to Shasarik: np
  
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Padraic says 'The Keeper's role has yet to be fulfilled.'
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    a sea-blue opal
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Padraic says 'Unless Tlkhanu means to hold two seats in the council at once'
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Vaeshir's expression twists from grimace to bitter scowl.
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Shasarik says 'Do don't suppose they serve nonliquids in this place?'
  
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Padraic says 'Then it should be little trouble to find a way to get yourself installed.'
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Vaeshir ponders quietly 'Perhaps I assume too much.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'It is a bar. That aside, I would not trust a meal served in this den of thieves.'
  
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Vaeshir lets out a silent cry, bringing his hands to his head in pain.  
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Shasarik surveys the room without moving his head.
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Vaeshir falls against one of the cave walls and leans heavily agaist it.
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Shasarik says 'The Scorpion.'
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Shasarik is about a continue but doubles over slightly.
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Shasarik says 'Might you... have a spare loaf?'
  
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Certainly.'
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Padraic purses his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly.
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Breathing heavily, Vaeshir regains his composure.
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You get a cake of Nendorian waybread from a large hide bag.
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You give a cake of Nendorian waybread to Shasarik.
  
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Padraic gives you an everfull chalice.
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Shasarik sets his jaw and nods in thanks.
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Shasarik eats a cake of Nendorian waybread.
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Shasarik says 'The Scorpion has revealed him or herself to you?'
  
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You give an everfull chalice to Padraic.
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Vaeshir crosses his legs, dusting off his clothing vainly.
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Vaeshir waves the water away.
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Vaeshir shakes his head.
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Vaeshir holds up a clawed hand before his face.
  
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Padraic drinks water from an everfull chalice.
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Shasarik admires the slight pulse of his axe passively.
  
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Padraic says 'Such a terrible fit.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Just as anyone else, I have my suspcicions.'
  
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Amyril yells 'Greetings'
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Shasarik says 'Would you perhaps wish to share them?'
  
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Padraic rolls his eyes in disgust.
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Vaeshir says softly 'It was an idle question. I am sorry to have brought it up.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'The transformation has brought with it a number of interesting effects.'
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Players near you:
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(PK) Vaeshir                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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(PK) Amyril                      Under a Crevice
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(PK) Padraic                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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Vaeshir says softly 'The episodes have been more intense and more frequent in number of late.'
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[SHUNNED] Amyril: Paying a visit to the shrine?
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Padraic says 'An excellent time for the idiot to make his entrance.'
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[SHUNNED] Padraic: Considering it.
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Vaeshir glowers in disgust.
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Players near you:
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(PK) Vaeshir                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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(PK) Padraic                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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Vaeshir says softly 'I believe he knows better than to intrude.'
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Padraic nods.
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Padraic says 'His face is useful to the house, so long as I don't have to see it.'
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Vaeshir examines his claws idly 'He grows old. In time even his usefulness as a killer will pass away.'
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Padraic says 'They all do.  And then they are forgotten.'
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Padraic says 'But we were speaking of Tlkhanu, and of your chances of assuming the Mantle of the Keeper.'
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Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.
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Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
 
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'There is still a complication.'
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Shasarik says 'No no... I must admit I do contemplate the nature of the Scorpion's role and...'
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Vaeshir says softly 'I am, due to the Siren's extended travel, still bound to her.'
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Someone bursts into laughter.
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Shasarik says 'And its true identity.'
  
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A Subterranean Tunnel
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Vaeshir says softly 'Speculation does nothing.'
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  The dark subterranean tunnel leads to the north, and curves sharply
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Vaeshir says softly 'The nature of the role is intriguing, I will agree.'
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downward to the east.  The hard, dark clay of the cave walls curves overhead
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to form a low ceiling.  The air in the tunnel is dank and musty, and the
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damp clay of the floor has been marred by the passage of a large, clawed
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animal.
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[Exits: north down]
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Shasarik says 'Speculation is a facet of science...'
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(Hide) someone the Hero of the Shadows is here.
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Shasarik says 'Without conjecture there is little progress in some respects.'
  
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Vaeshir glowers into the shadows.
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Vaeshir says softly 'Blind speculation most certainly is not.'
  
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Shasarik says 'Agreed.'
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(PK) Vaeshir                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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Shasarik says 'Perhaps it is not our place to enquire...'
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(PK) Padraic                      A Subterranean Tunnel
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Padraic steps out of the shadows.
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Vaeshir says quietly, a hissing sound barely entering his voice 'I am inclined to agree.'
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Padraic says 'For all of her preening, she is still no more than a bar wench with fancy clothing.'
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[SHUNNED] Khaseem: Sssalutationssss, Chosssen.
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Vaeshir says softly 'It is most certainly not my place.'
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have always held that belief. I believe she knows it.'
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Shasarik nods, wiping crumbs of waybread from his armor.
  
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[SHUNNED] Khaseem: Ah a new face.  Sssalutationsss.
 
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[SHUNNED] Vaeshir: Greetings.
 
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Padraic the Hero of the Shadows is here.
 
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Vaeshir's lips twist into a wry smile.
 
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Khaseem tells you 'Truely a new face, or an old one returned?'
 
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You tell Khaseem 'The latter.'
 
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Padraic says 'If you like, I may have her relinquish the bond.'
 
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You tell Khaseem 'This one sits on the chair marked with a Scorpion.'
 
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Padraic says 'Aedariara owes me.'
 
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Vaeshir straightens himself.
 
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Vaeshir says softly 'It is not so much that she will not break it away, it is more that she has not been present to do so.'
 
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Padraic frowns.
 
−
 
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I have not seen her several years.'
 
−
 
−
Padraic taps his fingers together thoughtfully.
 
−
Padraic says 'I'll have my men search for her, then.'
 
−
Padraic says 'She's fairly high in profile, and should be easy to find.'
 
−
 
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Her debt would be transfered to me were you to do so.'
 
−
Vaeshir sighs wearily.
 
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I cannot say I will complain.'
 
−
 
−
Khaseem tells you 'Tlkhanu never fully explained the chair of the ssscorpion.....'
 
−
 
−
Padraic says 'Come, you know me to be far more reasonable than that petty bitch.'
 
−
 
−
Vaeshir says softly 'True enough.'
 
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Truth be told I have begun a search for another to fill her chair.'
 
 
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
 
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
  
−
Padraic says 'Have you now?'
+
Shasarik says 'What are your feelings as to the nature of neutrality?'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Of course, my lack of clarity with regards to her function has made that a trifle difficult.'
+
Vaeshir quotes 'The Eyes, Ears and Sting of the Coven.'
−
Vaeshir smiles grimly.
+
  
−
You tell Khaseem 'You might ask him if you like.'
+
Shasarik says 'Political and otherwise...'
 +
Shasarik says flatly 'I am well-versed in the doctrine.'
  
−
Padraic says 'The Siren is "our voice"'
+
Vaeshir presses his lips together in thought.
  
−
You tell Khaseem 'To me, the man who sits in that chair is the eyes and ears of the Coven.'
+
Shasarik says 'Although it does leave much to be desired, yes...'
 +
Shasarik says 'Desires, those that do not impede the strength or will of the Collective, should not be ignored.'
  
−
Padraic says 'My house has several people like her, all of them far beyond her in terms of competency.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'The direction of his or her gaze is not specified. An intriguing anomaly that is.'
 +
Vaeshir purses his lips 'I would not aspire to sit in that seat. It would not suit me.'
  
−
Vaeshir tilts his head to one side 'How very unusual that she should be chosen for the position.'
+
Shasarik says 'Nor I.'
 +
Shasarik says 'I feel my position is rather fitting.'
  
−
You tell Khaseem 'Eyes, ears, and sting as well.'
+
Vaeshir chuckles 'Of course you do.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Her story is unknown to me.'
+
Shasarik allows a dry chuckle to come.
  
−
Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
+
Vaeshir places a hand on the table, pulling himself to his feet.
  
−
You feel someone protecting you.
+
Shasarik says 'They're all dead, you know.'
  
−
Khaseem tells you 'apparently he doessss not wish to dissscussss it, he denied holding the sssseat'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Eyes to study both the external world as well as the funcitons of the Coven itself. A healthy component of a complex and interesting system.'
 +
Vaeshir turns his head to one side questioningly.
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'It was the High Priest, who, in the Lieutenant's stead, brought the Darklord into the collective.'
+
Shasarik says 'My men stand at arms.  With every breath their vigilance does increase.  The Guardians wish they had such sentries about the towns.'
 +
Shasarik says 'And there is no one to fight.'
 +
Shasarik says 'Perhaps that is why Isyle bothers me.'
 +
Shasarik says 'I am used to meeting threats cleanly and moving on... but I don't know what Isyle is.'
  
−
You tell Khaseem 'Unsurprising.'
+
Vaeshir offers 'Not all threats are so easily defined and done away with.'
−
You tell Khaseem 'Do not press the issue.'
+
  
−
Padraic says 'Sythrak's chosen'
+
Shasarik says 'It is not even that... I believe that the military componant of my being is dominating the more... intangible essences I used to feel so strongly within myself.'
−
Padraic says 'An odd fit, wouldn't you agree?'
+
Shasarik says 'Now it seems like the only time I truly understand my surroundings is when I attempt to enlighten fools who will never see... it is like I use them to reteach myself my true thoughts and feelings, knowing that they never will understand my verse-spea'
 +
Shasarik says 'er, verse-speak...'
 +
Shasarik says 'Balance...'
  
−
You say 'Quite so.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'A heavy burden has been set upon your shoulders. It is only natural that you struggle under it's weight.'
  
−
Padraic says 'I would hope that he hasn't attempted to make an attempt upon any of us "warmbloods"?'
+
Shasarik says 'Perhaps the quiet shall give me a moment's time to withdraw back to my true intentions and speak with myself...'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Certainly not directly. For one of their number his is surprisingly passive.'
+
Shasarik says 'I... still have a price to pay, you know.'
 +
Shasarik becomes very quiet.
  
−
Padraic mulls over the idea.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Perhaps you already have.'
−
Padraic nods.
+
−
Padraic says 'He is subservient to the Lieutenant?'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I maintain, both in my conversations with the High Priest as well as those with the Lieutenant, that there will come a time when the interests of the Coven and those of the Sept will be in conflict.'
+
Shasarik nods gravely.
 +
Shasarik stands with the fluidity of a trained swordsmaster.
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'He is.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'What of the Siren, then?'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'It is unusual indeed. I believe I had the Lieutenant convinced just as he was initiated.'
+
Shasarik says 'Perhaps she has been detained.'
−
Vaeshir sighs heavily, tightening the straps of cloth about his arms.
+
  
−
Padraic says 'Khaseem will inevitably start to tilt in favor of the Lord of his blood line'
+
Vaeshir looks at you, his brow arching only slightly.
 +
Vaeshir says softly 'Not of her location.'
 +
Vaeshir says softly 'What do you think of her person?'
  
−
Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
+
Shasarik drinks water from a sturdy leather water skin.
 +
Shasarik says 'My thoughts of her person are irrelivant if such a thing lies beneath the western sea.'
 +
Shasarik says 'Last I saw her she made preparations for a westward journey.'
 +
Shasarik says 'I have little knowledge of the Otherrealms...'
 +
Shasarik says 'But assuming she will return to us one day...'
  
−
Padraic says 'Shasarik seems to have broken from that sort of thing'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Your thoughts for or against the other members of the collective are always of importance.'
  
−
Vaeshir furrows his brow.
+
Shasarik nods.
 +
Shasarik says 'I believe that she sees her charge of you as a burden rather than an act of good fortune.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Speaking of him, how are your relations with your former servant?'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'She has returned, although I have not spoken with her in person yet.'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Better than I might have expected.'
+
Shasarik says 'Ah.'
 +
Shasarik says 'I believe...'
  
−
Padraic says 'It doesn't irk you that he now holds more power than you?'
+
Vaeshir whistles, surprise in his voice 'Really?'
  
−
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
+
Shasarik looks at you intently.
−
Vaeshir says softly 'He has proven himself.'
+
Shasarik utters 'Trust... let it be about us in this...'
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
Vaeshir states blandly 'She intends to release me, but will not do so yet.'
−
Padraic says 'It irks me.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'I cannot begin to guess her reasons for hesitation.'
 +
Vaeshir chuckles to himself 'Well..'
  
−
Vaeshir tilts his head to one side slightly.
+
Shasarik says 'I believe that you are far more intelligent that I or her... and that you will have your release from her no matter her hesitation.'
  
−
Padraic folds his hands in front of him.
+
Vaeshir continues to stare silently towards the entrance to the Tavern.
−
Padraic murmurs 'Lieutenant...'
+
  
−
Vaeshir breathes 'He has divine favor.'
+
Shasarik says 'You will sit in the throne of the Pentagram... and I know this will be well for us.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Really?'
+
You think 'Appeal to his sense of duty, perhaps.'
−
Padraic says 'How so?'
+
  
−
Padraic frowns.
+
Shasarik says 'And I cannot explain in words why I believe this...'
−
Padraic says 'Shasarik will be useful, still.'
+
Shasarik closes his eyes for a moment.
  
−
Vaeshir continues 'The two of us have been met with a great number of martial victories. His capacity as a leader has yet to be determined.'
+
Vaeshir changes the subject once more 'She was given a charge and failed to complete the task.'
  
−
Padraic paces back and forth, a thoughtful look upon his face.
+
Shasarik opens his eyes forcefully.
  
−
Vaeshir sspreads his hands 'Or so I believe.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Unless she considers throwing a meaningless command my way from time to time to be a suitable test of loyalty.'
−
Vaeshir casts a thoughtful glance towards the heavens.
+
  
−
Padraic says 'Shasarik will stay.'
+
Shasarik queries ''Failed...''
−
Padraic says 'Aedariara, perhaps not.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
+
You think 'That seems to have hit home.'
  
−
Padraic says 'You shall be made Keeper.'
+
Shasarik says 'The archmage of the nexus knows of your loyalty... as do I and the High Priest.'
−
Padraic says 'And Tlkhanu...'
+
Shasarik says 'She failed, yes... but where she failed the Coven itself succeeded.'
−
Padraic says 'I have yet to place him.'
+
Shasarik says 'A newborn, I was unclear on the intentions of many.  It was I, after all, that helped define the terms of your enterance.'
  
−
Vaeshir studies Padraic's face intently.
+
[OOC] Shasarik: enterence?  enterance?  dammit
  
−
Padraic glances at you, as if suddenly becoming aware of your presence.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'It is interesting that one who so blatantly ignores her duties as a member of the Circle remains within it.'
  
−
Vaeshir offers 'I find it unsettling that he holds power over all of the seats of the Council.'
+
Shasarik gasps near-inaudibly at this.
 +
Shasarik says 'I never questioned the Siren's worthiness of position.  That is far beyond my sphere.'
 +
Shasarik whispers to himself 'Well, perhaps not that far...'
  
−
Padraic steps out of the shadows.
+
Vaeshir repeats '"Beyond your sphere."'
−
Padraic says 'You have yet to express your reservations about him.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'The most important ones have already been made clear.'
+
Shasarik says 'Beyond my...'
 +
Shasarik struggles for the words.
 +
Shasarik casts a glance at his arms and then at his torso.
  
−
Padraic says 'Humor me, refresh my memory.'
+
Vaeshir continues 'Self-study is critical to the survival of any organization, as well as any soul.'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Firstly, his inability to balance his divine ties with his pursuit of the vision he shares with the Lieutenant.'
+
Shasarik whispers 'This mind... what I would have given to be born into your... your frail... tiny form.'
 +
Shasarik says 'Until I can master this... limited... mind... I shall never be a true scholar of the arts of war.'
  
−
Vaeshir continues 'and secondly the fact that he holds power over the circle of Five.'
+
Vaeshir shifts slightly, almost uncomfortable.
  
−
Padraic says 'But someone must hold that power.'
+
Shasarik says 'It must be so effortless at times, yes?'
−
Padraic says 'Is it merely his position... or him?'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'There is a clear difference between how the Coven behaved under Lilisa.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Nothing is ever easy.'
−
Vaeshir says softly 'The Warlord's induction is only the most blatant example.'
+
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
Shasarik nods.
 +
Shasarik says 'Yes, but the knowledge... the understanding... you had it when I still believed all there was to life was cleaving things in two.'
 +
Shasarik says 'Do you remember... the templar Zarekie?'
  
−
Padraic steps out of the shadows.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'The true wisdom of the Coven came to us both at the same time, Lieutenant.'
−
Padraic says 'And your praises?'
+
Vaeshir smiles in memory 'Of course I do.'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'He is obviously intelligent. He is also clearly capable of leading the Coven in the direction he sees fit.'
+
Shasarik nods and takes a deep breath.
 +
Shasarik says 'What do you believe became of the one who taught me true fear and showed me also the benefeit of wit?'
  
−
Padraic says 'Do you agree with his vision?'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'The one who showed you the benefit of wit?'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'It has yet to be made fully clear to me.'
+
Shasarik says 'She worked with demons and such while I was still using a practice weapon... but always kept her wits and humors about her.'
−
 
+
−
Padraic says 'That reflects rather poorly upon him.'
+
−
 
+
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Quite so.'
+
−
 
+
−
Padraic says 'There will come a time when I will ask for your assistance.'
+
−
Padraic says 'When that time comes, where will you stand?'
+
−
 
+
−
Vaeshir says softly 'You will have my support.'
+
−
 
+
−
Padraic nods.
+
−
Padraic says 'Then that is all.'
+
−
 
+
−
Vaeshir offers 'If you like I might move to gather the support of the Lieutenant.'
+
−
 
+
−
Padraic nods.
+
−
 
+
−
Vaeshir says softly 'He has been known to yield to my judgement in times of strain.'
+
−
Vaeshir chuckles dryly.
+
−
 
+
−
Padraic says 'The Lieutenant bears the might of the Vanguard behind him.'
+
−
Padraic says 'His support will be crucial.'
+
  
 +
Vaeshir says softly 'I knew her so briefly.'
 
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
 
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'If my suspicions are correct, we already have it.'
 
  
−
Padraic says 'Excellent.'
+
Shasarik says 'Indeed...'
−
Padraic flexes his hand slowly.
+
Shasarik says 'We have sat in this place for a night and a day... perhaps we should return our thoughts to the present... and the future.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Let us away from here.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'We may have been speaking of the present more than you might think.'
  
−
Vaeshir ponders 'Perhaps more of our former bond remains than he might suspect.'
+
Shasarik says 'We departed briefly.'
  
−
Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
+
Vaeshir acknowledges this with a nod.
 +
Vaeshir says softly 'Just as we judge others we are in turn judged.'
  
−
A shimmering gate rises up before you.
+
Shasarik says 'Will the halls expand and reform themselves with the growing ranks of the Vanguard and the expansion of the Pentagram?'
  
−
You enter a shimmering gate.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Just as the success of the individual is determined by his willingness to step forward and embrace his desires, so to is the health of a group determined by those within its number who step forward to take an active interest in its well being.'
  
−
### Later, in Gaald
+
Shasarik says 'Whereas we were an order of a few with many slaves and spies we shall soon be an order of many more.'
 +
Shasarik says 'The realms themselves are changing...'
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Allow me to continue, if you will. I have nearly made my thoughts on the matter entirely clear.'
  
−
[51  Shud  Sch] (PK) [SHUNNED] Vaeshir the Archmage of Void, Chosen of the Serpents
+
Shasarik nods and closes his mouth.
−
[    Human Thi] (PK) [SHUNNED] Padraic the Hero of the Shadows
+
  
−
Players found: 2
+
Vaeshir points at Shasarik.
 +
Vaeshir says softly 'Do not question your feelings, your doubts, or your thoughts of and for the other members of the Coven.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Aedariara will release you.'
+
Shasarik looks forward, his gaze constant.
 +
Shasarik says 'Can you understand my motives for doing as much?'
  
−
Vaeshir breathes 'Excellent.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'I understand them, but I do not agree.'
−
Vaeshir says softly 'You spoke with her in person?'
+
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
Shasarik nods sharply.
−
Padraic says 'My intuition is that she will delay the action for as long as possible.'
+
−
Padraic says 'So persistence will be necessary.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly.  
+
Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I am in no position to apply force.'
+
  
−
Padraic says 'Tell me, how did you find yourself in your current position?'
+
Shasarik says 'I act for the well-being of the Coven.'
 +
Shasarik says 'My position commands that...'
  
−
Vaeshir gives Padraic a confused look.
+
Vaeshir says softly 'Membership commands it.'
−
Vaeshir says softly 'You ask how I was bound to the Siren?'
+
  
−
Padraic drinks water from an everfull chalice.
+
Shasarik sighs and shuts his mouth as he stares forward.
−
Padraic nods.
+
Shasarik says 'Thoughts that conflict with the general opinion of the council are dangerous and are often purged.'
−
Padraic drinks water from an everfull chalice.
+
−
Padraic says 'She claims the Dark Lord put you in your position.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'A lie.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'They are rarely revealed.'
  
−
Padraic says 'Very well. How did it transpire then?'
+
Shasarik says 'Perhaps had I better asserted myself Khaseem would be under my sway and my Vanguard would not be compromised.'
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'The past I share with the Lieutenant as well as the rather unorthodox methods I employed to gain admittance were both seen as rogue elements.'
+
Vaeshir returns his gaze to the doorway.
−
Vaeshir says softly 'The then High Priestess thought a time to prove my loyalty was prudent.'
+
−
Vaeshir pauses.
+
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I have never been on good terms with the Siren. It was clearly a test.'
+
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
Shasarik peers at the doorway.
−
Padraic taps his fingers together thoughtfully.
+
−
Padraic says 'I'll need to speak with Lilisa then.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I would come with you, if you would allow it.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'A time of great strain is coming to the Halls, Lieutenant.'
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Or perhaps now is not the time.'
+
Vaeshir says softly 'I believe you will have the strength to follow your duty to Night when the time comes.'
  
−
Padraic examines you carefully.
+
Vaeshir turns to regard Shasarik silently.
−
Padraic says 'We will wait and see if the Siren acts on her promises.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I am disturbed that she did not release me immediately at your request.'
+
Shasarik says 'I feel this as well... but I cannot place its origin, its cause, or its effect.'
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I assume she gave you no reasons for her hesitation?'
+
Shasarik says 'I, however, believe I shall as well.'
  
−
Padraic says 'She dislikes you.  It is apparent enough.'
+
Vaeshir's lips twist into a wry smile.  
−
Padraic says 'She claims that she is uncertain of your loyalties, but my sense is that you have somehow aggravated her in a more personal fashion.'
+
  
−
Vaeshir yawns wearily 'I do not hold my tongue when I am in her presence.'
+
Shasarik says 'I must.'
 +
Shasarik turns to face the barkeep cooly.
 +
Shasarik gestures to the barkeep.
  
−
Padraic waves dismissively.
+
Shasarik says 'We will have to, of course, kill this one.'
−
Padraic says 'When you are made Keeper, she will have to hold hers.'
+
Shasarik blocks the exit with his axe.
 +
Shasarik flexes his muscles and screams in a fit of savagery!
  
−
Vaeshir nods slowly, a hint of a smile playing across his lips.
+
Shasarik's mighty cleave === OBLITERATES === a rotund old barkeep!
  
−
Padraic says 'Tell me, how have you shown yourself to be loyal to the Coven?'
+
They resist your blindness.
−
Padraic says 'I am in need of a story to feed to others.'
+
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's pierce *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Your life drain DISEMBOWELS a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Your life drain DISMEMBERS a rotund old barkeep!
 +
A rotund old barkeep has some big nasty wounds and scratches.
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Do you anticipate an audience of sorts?'
+
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
−
Vaeshir says softly 'One with more than the two of you in attendance?'
+
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
The ruby in Shasarik's ring glows red, and a column of fire envelops barkeep!
 +
Shasarik sends a column of fire smashing into a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's column of fire *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Your life drain misses a rotund old barkeep.
 +
Your life drain DISEMBOWELS a rotund old barkeep!
 +
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition.
  
−
Padraic says 'No, but one should always expect the unexpected.'
+
They resist your blindness.
 +
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition.  
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'I have no doubt that the Lieutenant would speak on my behalf in such a situation.'
+
Shasarik's mighty cleave misses a rotund old barkeep.
 +
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition.  
  
−
Padraic says 'And if not?'
+
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
 +
Shasarik's cleave *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
 +
A rotund old barkeep is DEAD!!
 +
You receive 0 experience points.
 +
You hear a rotund old barkeep's death cry.
 +
Shasarik gets 2594 gold coins from the corpse of a rotund old barkeep.
 +
Shasarik splits 2594 gold coins. Your share is 1297 gold.
 +
Shasarik splits 120 gold coins. Your share is 60 gold.
 +
Shasarik sacrifices the corpse of a rotund old barkeep to the gods.
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'Given the Priestess- Lilisa's reservations, our extended cooperation would be the strongest point in my favor.'
+
### We find the serving girl elsewhere
−
Vaeshir turns his gaze towards the sea 'I suspect they all wait for how I will perform in the final Ritual.'
+
  
−
Padraic says 'Final ritual?'
+
Shasarik has arrived.
  
−
Vaeshir waves a clawed hand across his more unusual features.
+
You compel them to obey your will.
−
Vaeshir gingerly pulls back his lips revealing short fangs.
+
  
−
Padraic says 'There is yet more to come.  Interesting.'
+
Fassthalt's slash MASSACRES a young servant girl!
−
Padraic knocks a merchant unconscious with a well-placed blow.
+
Fassthalt's slash MASSACRES a young servant girl!
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'It is far from complete.'
+
Shasarik nods.
  
−
Padraic nods.
+
The Bandit's Blade Tavern
 +
  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
 +
this large tavern. The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
 +
wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
 +
floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
 +
confrontations that take place here.  To the north, the counter and drink
 +
shelf lie.  To the north and west, the numerous tables continue. 
  
−
Vaeshir says softly 'How my performance in the Ritual would speak to my loyalty remains a mystery.'
+
[Exits: north west]
 +
Shasarik the Thane of Conquest, Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard is here.
 +
A young servant girl is here, fighting Fassthalt.
 +
Fassthalt is here, fighting a young servant girl.
  
−
Padraic says 'A future event is no good.  I must find a means of making Aedariara appear to be as the petty being that she is.'
+
The Bandit's Blade Tavern
−
Padraic tilts his head, as if listening to something.
+
  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
 +
this large tavern.  The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
 +
wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
 +
floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
 +
confrontations that take place here. To the northeast, the counter and
 +
drink shelf lie.  To the north and east, the numerous tables continue, while
 +
to the west the tavern's exit.
  
−
Vaeshir purses his lips quietly.
+
[Exits: north east west]
 +
Korthag the kankoran Bandit Lord sits at a table here.
 +
Shasarik has arrived.
 +
You hear something's death cry.
  
−
Padraic says 'Have you knowledge of Braka's gleaming spear?  Its location, to be precise.'
+
A shimmering gate rises up before you.
  
−
### I locate for it- No go.
+
You enter a shimmering gate.
 +
A Ruined Hall
 +
  The broken walls of an ancient hall of men surround a fire-blasted and
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desolate space, now open to the bleak sky above.  Charred beams of wood and
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Shasarik the Thane of Conquest, Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard is here.
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Vaeshir says softly 'No. Would she not have to have observed these actions?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Not since my initiation, but that hardly speaks of loyalty.'
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Vaeshir inclines his head slightly.  
  
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have the firm support of two of the remaining four chairs. Lilisa as well has expressed her consent in a limited manner. She still has respect for the bond between myself and the Siren.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'Well enough, I would guess. Our interactions have been limited.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'When the Shadow Mage took up the mantle of High Priest I again expressed my desires to her. She mentioned the bond and told me simply, "We all must wait for our time."'
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Vaeshir says softly 'I have, perhaps with too much optimism, taken that as limited support- or at least lack of dissent.'
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Vaeshir says softly 'In what way?'
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Vaeshir says softly 'When do you plan to speak with the former High Priestess?'
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### Later, inside the Bandit's Blade

The Bandit's Blade Tavern
  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
this large tavern.  The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
confrontations that take place here.  To the east, the counter and drink
shelf lie.  To the south and east, the numerous tables continue, while to
the west is a back room.  

[Exits: east south west]
Elciryar the thief leader and betrayer of the ethrons sits here.
Shasarik has arrived.

Shasarik looks at a rotund old barkeep.
Shasarik says 'What is our business here?'

Vaeshir says softly 'Talk. Talk of various things.'
Vaeshir braces himself against the shelves and lowers himself to the floor.

Shasarik sighs in small, controlled bursts.

Vaeshir gazes up at Shasarik through the cloth bound about his face.
Vaeshir says softly 'You are tense. Why?'

Shasarik says 'The girl... the girl... I admire the fighter's style but...'

Put to work by the leaders of the Bandit's Blade, this young girl is at
the beck and call of the criminals in the tavern.  She appears harrowed by
the experience of working under the conditions imposed by men of such
unscrupulous natures.  
A young servant girl is in excellent condition.

Shasarik says 'I cannot glean her intentions...'
Shasarik says 'No, the other one'
Shasarik says 'Isyle.'
Shasarik says 'True neutrals... they disturb me.'

Vaeshir furrows his brow.
Vaeshir says softly 'Neutral in which matters?'
Vaeshir says softly 'Which girl do you speak of?'

Shasarik says 'They cloak themselves in a shroud of indifference... armor of stasis...  Isyle... the fighter.'

You haggle with a rotund old barkeep.
You buy a mug of sailor's ale for 675 gold.

Shasarik says 'From our last clash with the Lords of Conquest I found that the technique of fighters is... potent.'

Vaeshir says softly 'An interesting name for a woman.'

Shasarik says 'I thought as much...'

Vaeshir takes a small sip of his ale.

You drink dark ale from a mug of sailor's ale.

Shasarik says 'I wish a fighter servant... but Isyle will not be bound, I suppose.'

Vaeshir says softly 'Few can be bound with words alone.'
Vaeshir raises his gaze to meet your own.

Shasarik nods at this.
Shasarik says 'There is something else...'
Shasarik says 'It is the Darklord...'
Shasarik says 'He is of my Vanguard and still I do not trust him fully.'

Vaeshir traces the rim of his glass with a finger, a slight hint of interest in his face.

Shasarik says 'This plagues me, for only those who I am assured of... only those who...'

Shasarik sighs.

Vaeshir says into the mug 'Why?'
Vaeshir says softly 'Why do you not trust him?'

Shasarik says 'He was inducted without my presence at the ceremony.  And he is of the Elder.'

You think 'Excellent.'

Vaeshir raises the glass to his lips again.
You drink dark ale from a mug of sailor's ale.

Shasarik says 'I... I found my eyes locked upon the Saurian Elder once... he attempted to bind me...'
Shasarik says 'I was young... and foolish... I ran... ran on the legs of a mortal from a god.'

Vaeshir gives Shasarik an offhand glance.

Shasarik removes his helm slowly to reveal the trigon of the Vanguard in its entirety.

Vaeshir says softly 'Perhaps that was answer enough.'

Shasarik says 'There is no rune of the Elder in this.'
Shasarik says 'And there is a reason for that.'

### The symbol on Shasarik's forehead:

The Symbol of the Black Vanguard consists of a midnight-black Raven
surrounded by three smaller markings.  Such is the nature of the Symbol that
no one component dominates its perfect equilibrium.  Around the Raven, the
peripheral markings are positioned at the vertexes of a thinly-detailed
equilateral triangle drawn in red.  The Raven itself is drawn as a perfectly
symmetrical image of beautiful, refined power, the eyes of which are
narrowed to sharp, ever-viligant slits.  Even for a lifeless symbol, the
Raven appears particularly immobile, its wings of pitch creased back evenly,
allowing its presence alone to manifest its capabilities.  Within the
lower-left corner of the triangle is the symbol of the Great Dragon of the
Void, pulsing softly with the unenergies of the nothingness itself.  Within
the lower-right corner of the triangle is the symbol of the Father of the
Mask, Lord of the Fallen, fading in and out of the grasp of your sight. 
Within the apex is the mark of the Silver Pentagram, flowing with the
ever-present energies of the Collective.  Between the eyes of the Raven,
occupying the very center of the trigon, is a small rune of Will,
identifying Shasarik as the Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard.  

Shasarik says 'The goals of the Sept are not our own.'
Shasarik says 'Their practices are not our own.'
Shasarik says 'And there will be a time when their ways conflict with ours.'

Vaeshir tilts the mug back deeply, emptying it as you speak.

You drop a mug of sailor's ale.
The gods give you 60 gold coins for your sacrifice.

Vaeshir looks at Shasarik intently.
Vaeshir says softly 'What is your opinion of the High Priest?'

Shasarik says 'When this day comes, and Khaseem must choose, we will no longer hold influence over the Sept and it will be much more difficult to destroy him.'
Shasarik peers at the rafters with this topic change.
Shasarik buys a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.

Vaeshir says softly 'I have said those words to you myself in the past, but we may continue speaking of them later.'

Shasarik sets the glass on a table and peers at you.

Vaeshir taps a claw against the broken wooden floorboards idly.

Shasarik says 'The High Priest is abled of mind, but sometimes I believe he puts his own powers before the power of the Collective in its entirety.'

Vaeshir smiles, facing southward 'A direct answer.'

Shasarik says 'Perhaps I make this observation because the Vanguard relies more on the whole than on any one blade...'
Shasarik says 'But a mage can do wonders alone.'

Vaeshir's smile deepens into a grin.

Shasarik says 'No living soul will deny that the High Priest is of power.'

Vaeshir says softly 'He did use his power to bring the Warlord among us.'

Shasarik says 'Indeed.'

Vaeshir says softly 'That disturbs you.'
Vaeshir says softly 'Offends you?'

Shasarik says 'Disturbs... slightly.'

Vaeshir says softly 'Threatens you?'
Vaeshir nods at nothing in particular.

Shasarik says 'Threteans... not me alone.'
Shasarik says 'I simply wish he would have spoken to me at greater length.'
Shasarik says 'At times I fear that his position grants him more power than...'
Shasarik halts for a moment as he chooses words.
Shasarik says 'Balance is of importance.'

Vaeshir interjects 'I don't believe he has ever shared his true intentions with me.'

Shasarik nods gravely.

Vaeshir raises his gaze to lock with your own once more.

Shasarik says 'I fear that he knows more than I could ever... ever imagine.'

Vaeshir says softly 'You, of course, are one of the Circle. Perhaps he has spoken with you of them.'
Vaeshir tilts his head inquisitively.

Shasarik shakes his head slightly.
Shasarik says 'Not a breath.'

The edges of Vaeshir's mouth turn downward slightly.

Shasarik says 'You... you will be the Keeper... I know this as you know this as the archmage of the nexus knows this.'
Shasarik says 'It is my hope that when we stand within the circle together we shall restore a measure of... balance.'
Shasarik sips calmly from a glass.
Shasarik drinks rum from a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.
Shasarik frowns and discards the glass.
Shasarik drops a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow.

Shasarik splits 90 gold coins. Your share is 45 gold.
Shasarik sacrifices a huge glass of Brintor Mountain Snow to the gods.

Shasarik mutters 'Too sweet.'

Vaeshir laces his fingers together, bringing his legs up to his chest.

Shasarik begins again 'He keeps the scrolls... he holds all the keys...'

You think 'How fully I know this one.'

Shasarik says 'I know he is bound as we all are... but slowly he rises above...'
Shasarik tenses briefly.
Shasarik whispers 'I know not of what I speak.'
Shasarik turns his head to the ground.

Vaeshir stares idly into space.
Vaeshir murmurs 'You know of the Scorpion, I presume.'

Shasarik blinks and closes his mouth.
Shasarik says 'The scorpion is without a name and form to me.'

Vaeshir turns his head upward to study Shasarik's face.

Shasarik looks about for a serving man.
Shasarik slowly sets his gave to you.

[OOC] Shasarik: er, gaze

OOC to Shasarik: np

     a sea-blue opal

Shasarik says 'Do don't suppose they serve nonliquids in this place?'

Vaeshir ponders quietly 'Perhaps I assume too much.'
Vaeshir says softly 'It is a bar. That aside, I would not trust a meal served in this den of thieves.'

Shasarik surveys the room without moving his head.
Shasarik says 'The Scorpion.'
Shasarik is about a continue but doubles over slightly.
Shasarik says 'Might you... have a spare loaf?'

Vaeshir says softly 'Certainly.'

You get a cake of Nendorian waybread from a large hide bag.
You give a cake of Nendorian waybread to Shasarik.

Shasarik sets his jaw and nods in thanks.
Shasarik eats a cake of Nendorian waybread.
Shasarik says 'The Scorpion has revealed him or herself to you?'

Vaeshir crosses his legs, dusting off his clothing vainly.
Vaeshir shakes his head.
Vaeshir holds up a clawed hand before his face.

Shasarik admires the slight pulse of his axe passively.

Vaeshir says softly 'Just as anyone else, I have my suspcicions.'

Shasarik says 'Would you perhaps wish to share them?'

Vaeshir says softly 'It was an idle question. I am sorry to have brought it up.'
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly. 

Shasarik says 'No no... I must admit I do contemplate the nature of the Scorpion's role and...'

Shasarik says 'And its true identity.'

Vaeshir says softly 'Speculation does nothing.'
Vaeshir says softly 'The nature of the role is intriguing, I will agree.'

Shasarik says 'Speculation is a facet of science...'
Shasarik says 'Without conjecture there is little progress in some respects.'

Vaeshir says softly 'Blind speculation most certainly is not.'

Shasarik says 'Agreed.'
Shasarik says 'Perhaps it is not our place to enquire...'

Vaeshir says quietly, a hissing sound barely entering his voice 'I am inclined to agree.'

Vaeshir says softly 'It is most certainly not my place.'

Shasarik nods, wiping crumbs of waybread from his armor.

Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly. 

Shasarik says 'What are your feelings as to the nature of neutrality?'

Vaeshir quotes 'The Eyes, Ears and Sting of the Coven.'

Shasarik says 'Political and otherwise...'
Shasarik says flatly 'I am well-versed in the doctrine.'

Vaeshir presses his lips together in thought.

Shasarik says 'Although it does leave much to be desired, yes...'
Shasarik says 'Desires, those that do not impede the strength or will of the Collective, should not be ignored.'

Vaeshir says softly 'The direction of his or her gaze is not specified. An intriguing anomaly that is.'
Vaeshir purses his lips 'I would not aspire to sit in that seat. It would not suit me.'

Shasarik says 'Nor I.'
Shasarik says 'I feel my position is rather fitting.'

Vaeshir chuckles 'Of course you do.'

Shasarik allows a dry chuckle to come.

Vaeshir places a hand on the table, pulling himself to his feet.

Shasarik says 'They're all dead, you know.'

Vaeshir says softly 'Eyes to study both the external world as well as the funcitons of the Coven itself. A healthy component of a complex and interesting system.'
Vaeshir turns his head to one side questioningly.

Shasarik says 'My men stand at arms.  With every breath their vigilance does increase.  The Guardians wish they had such sentries about the towns.'
Shasarik says 'And there is no one to fight.'
Shasarik says 'Perhaps that is why Isyle bothers me.'
Shasarik says 'I am used to meeting threats cleanly and moving on... but I don't know what Isyle is.'

Vaeshir offers 'Not all threats are so easily defined and done away with.'

Shasarik says 'It is not even that... I believe that the military componant of my being is dominating the more... intangible essences I used to feel so strongly within myself.'
Shasarik says 'Now it seems like the only time I truly understand my surroundings is when I attempt to enlighten fools who will never see... it is like I use them to reteach myself my true thoughts and feelings, knowing that they never will understand my verse-spea'
Shasarik says 'er, verse-speak...'
Shasarik says 'Balance...'

Vaeshir says softly 'A heavy burden has been set upon your shoulders. It is only natural that you struggle under it's weight.'

Shasarik says 'Perhaps the quiet shall give me a moment's time to withdraw back to my true intentions and speak with myself...'

Shasarik says 'I... still have a price to pay, you know.'
Shasarik becomes very quiet.

Vaeshir says softly 'Perhaps you already have.'

Shasarik nods gravely.
Shasarik stands with the fluidity of a trained swordsmaster.

Vaeshir says softly 'What of the Siren, then?'

Shasarik says 'Perhaps she has been detained.'

Vaeshir looks at you, his brow arching only slightly.
Vaeshir says softly 'Not of her location.'
Vaeshir says softly 'What do you think of her person?'

Shasarik drinks water from a sturdy leather water skin.
Shasarik says 'My thoughts of her person are irrelivant if such a thing lies beneath the western sea.'
Shasarik says 'Last I saw her she made preparations for a westward journey.'
Shasarik says 'I have little knowledge of the Otherrealms...'
Shasarik says 'But assuming she will return to us one day...'

Vaeshir says softly 'Your thoughts for or against the other members of the collective are always of importance.'

Shasarik nods.
Shasarik says 'I believe that she sees her charge of you as a burden rather than an act of good fortune.'

Vaeshir says softly 'She has returned, although I have not spoken with her in person yet.'

Shasarik says 'Ah.'
Shasarik says 'I believe...'

Vaeshir whistles, surprise in his voice 'Really?'

Shasarik looks at you intently.
Shasarik utters 'Trust... let it be about us in this...'

Vaeshir states blandly 'She intends to release me, but will not do so yet.'
Vaeshir says softly 'I cannot begin to guess her reasons for hesitation.'
Vaeshir chuckles to himself 'Well..'

Shasarik says 'I believe that you are far more intelligent that I or her... and that you will have your release from her no matter her hesitation.'

Vaeshir continues to stare silently towards the entrance to the Tavern.

Shasarik says 'You will sit in the throne of the Pentagram... and I know this will be well for us.'

You think 'Appeal to his sense of duty, perhaps.'

Shasarik says 'And I cannot explain in words why I believe this...'
Shasarik closes his eyes for a moment.

Vaeshir changes the subject once more 'She was given a charge and failed to complete the task.'

Shasarik opens his eyes forcefully.

Vaeshir says softly 'Unless she considers throwing a meaningless command my way from time to time to be a suitable test of loyalty.'

Shasarik queries ''Failed...''

You think 'That seems to have hit home.'

Shasarik says 'The archmage of the nexus knows of your loyalty... as do I and the High Priest.'
Shasarik says 'She failed, yes... but where she failed the Coven itself succeeded.'
Shasarik says 'A newborn, I was unclear on the intentions of many.  It was I, after all, that helped define the terms of your enterance.'

[OOC] Shasarik: enterence?  enterance?  dammit

Vaeshir says softly 'It is interesting that one who so blatantly ignores her duties as a member of the Circle remains within it.'

Shasarik gasps near-inaudibly at this.
Shasarik says 'I never questioned the Siren's worthiness of position.  That is far beyond my sphere.'
Shasarik whispers to himself 'Well, perhaps not that far...'

Vaeshir repeats '"Beyond your sphere."'

Shasarik says 'Beyond my...'
Shasarik struggles for the words.
Shasarik casts a glance at his arms and then at his torso.

Vaeshir continues 'Self-study is critical to the survival of any organization, as well as any soul.'

Shasarik whispers 'This mind... what I would have given to be born into your... your frail... tiny form.'
Shasarik says 'Until I can master this... limited... mind... I shall never be a true scholar of the arts of war.'

Vaeshir shifts slightly, almost uncomfortable.

Shasarik says 'It must be so effortless at times, yes?'

Vaeshir says softly 'Nothing is ever easy.'

Shasarik nods.
Shasarik says 'Yes, but the knowledge... the understanding... you had it when I still believed all there was to life was cleaving things in two.'
Shasarik says 'Do you remember... the templar Zarekie?'

Vaeshir says softly 'The true wisdom of the Coven came to us both at the same time, Lieutenant.'
Vaeshir smiles in memory 'Of course I do.'

Shasarik nods and takes a deep breath.
Shasarik says 'What do you believe became of the one who taught me true fear and showed me also the benefeit of wit?'

Vaeshir says softly 'The one who showed you the benefit of wit?'

Shasarik says 'She worked with demons and such while I was still using a practice weapon... but always kept her wits and humors about her.'

Vaeshir says softly 'I knew her so briefly.'
Vaeshir licks his lips gingerly. 

Shasarik says 'Indeed...'
Shasarik says 'We have sat in this place for a night and a day... perhaps we should return our thoughts to the present... and the future.'

Vaeshir says softly 'We may have been speaking of the present more than you might think.'

Shasarik says 'We departed briefly.'

Vaeshir acknowledges this with a nod.
Vaeshir says softly 'Just as we judge others we are in turn judged.'

Shasarik says 'Will the halls expand and reform themselves with the growing ranks of the Vanguard and the expansion of the Pentagram?'

Vaeshir says softly 'Just as the success of the individual is determined by his willingness to step forward and embrace his desires, so to is the health of a group determined by those within its number who step forward to take an active interest in its well being.'

Shasarik says 'Whereas we were an order of a few with many slaves and spies we shall soon be an order of many more.'
Shasarik says 'The realms themselves are changing...'

Vaeshir says softly 'Allow me to continue, if you will. I have nearly made my thoughts on the matter entirely clear.'

Shasarik nods and closes his mouth.

Vaeshir points at Shasarik.
Vaeshir says softly 'Do not question your feelings, your doubts, or your thoughts of and for the other members of the Coven.'

Shasarik looks forward, his gaze constant.
Shasarik says 'Can you understand my motives for doing as much?'

Vaeshir says softly 'I understand them, but I do not agree.'

Shasarik nods sharply.

Vaeshir inclines his head slightly. 

Shasarik says 'I act for the well-being of the Coven.'
Shasarik says 'My position commands that...'

Vaeshir says softly 'Membership commands it.'

Shasarik sighs and shuts his mouth as he stares forward.
Shasarik says 'Thoughts that conflict with the general opinion of the council are dangerous and are often purged.'

Vaeshir says softly 'They are rarely revealed.'

Shasarik says 'Perhaps had I better asserted myself Khaseem would be under my sway and my Vanguard would not be compromised.'

Vaeshir returns his gaze to the doorway.

Shasarik peers at the doorway.

Vaeshir says softly 'A time of great strain is coming to the Halls, Lieutenant.'
Vaeshir says softly 'I believe you will have the strength to follow your duty to Night when the time comes.'

Vaeshir turns to regard Shasarik silently.

Shasarik says 'I feel this as well... but I cannot place its origin, its cause, or its effect.'
Shasarik says 'I, however, believe I shall as well.'

Vaeshir's lips twist into a wry smile. 

Shasarik says 'I must.'
Shasarik turns to face the barkeep cooly.
Shasarik gestures to the barkeep.

Shasarik says 'We will have to, of course, kill this one.'
Shasarik blocks the exit with his axe.
Shasarik flexes his muscles and screams in a fit of savagery!

Shasarik's mighty cleave === OBLITERATES === a rotund old barkeep!

They resist your blindness.
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's pierce *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
Your life drain DISEMBOWELS a rotund old barkeep!
Your life drain DISMEMBERS a rotund old barkeep!
A rotund old barkeep has some big nasty wounds and scratches. 

Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
The ruby in Shasarik's ring glows red, and a column of fire envelops barkeep!
Shasarik sends a column of fire smashing into a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's column of fire *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
Your life drain misses a rotund old barkeep.
Your life drain DISEMBOWELS a rotund old barkeep!
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition. 

They resist your blindness.
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition. 

Shasarik's mighty cleave misses a rotund old barkeep.
A rotund old barkeep is in awful condition. 

Shasarik's cleave MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's pierce MANGLES a rotund old barkeep!
Shasarik's cleave *** DEMOLISHES *** a rotund old barkeep!
A rotund old barkeep is DEAD!!
You receive 0 experience points.
You hear a rotund old barkeep's death cry.
Shasarik gets 2594 gold coins from the corpse of a rotund old barkeep.
Shasarik splits 2594 gold coins. Your share is 1297 gold.
Shasarik splits 120 gold coins. Your share is 60 gold.
Shasarik sacrifices the corpse of a rotund old barkeep to the gods.

### We find the serving girl elsewhere

Shasarik has arrived.

You compel them to obey your will.

Fassthalt's slash MASSACRES a young servant girl!
Fassthalt's slash MASSACRES a young servant girl!

Shasarik nods.

The Bandit's Blade Tavern
  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
this large tavern.  The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
confrontations that take place here.  To the north, the counter and drink
shelf lie.  To the north and west, the numerous tables continue.  

[Exits: north west]
Shasarik the Thane of Conquest, Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard is here.
A young servant girl is here, fighting Fassthalt.
Fassthalt is here, fighting a young servant girl.

The Bandit's Blade Tavern
  Under a low ceiling encrusted in cigar smoke lie the numerous tables of
this large tavern.  The floor is covered in bits of food and cloth, and the
wiry oak rafters above are shrouded with layer upon layer of dust.  The
floor boards are scratched and scuffed, presumably from numerous duels and
confrontations that take place here.  To the northeast, the counter and
drink shelf lie.  To the north and east, the numerous tables continue, while
to the west the tavern's exit.  

[Exits: north east west]
Korthag the kankoran Bandit Lord sits at a table here.
Shasarik has arrived.
You hear something's death cry.

A shimmering gate rises up before you.

You enter a shimmering gate.
A Ruined Hall
  The broken walls of an ancient hall of men surround a fire-blasted and
desolate space, now open to the bleak sky above.  Charred beams of wood and
fragments of the stone walls still pierce sky with harsh angles, and in the
center of the room a once-great spiral staircase lies crumbled.  Its
blackened marble steps rise several feet above the ground still, before
dropping into a jumbled mass of broken stone and shattered wood.  The steps
do, however, continue downward, through the floor of the hall and into a
gaping hole whose bottom is beyond the blackness of its depth.  To the south
an archway, still intact, leads to a courtyard.  

[Exits: south down]
     A shimmering black gate rises from the ground, leading to parts unknown.
A mountain goat is resting here.
Your passage through the void injures you.
Shasarik has arrived through a shimmering gate.
Shasarik's passage through the void DISEMBOWELS him!

Shasarik leaves down.

### Brief walk into the Halls

The Hall of the Shunned
  A great hall stretches away before you to the west.  Two row of high
granite pillars march down the center of the hall, supporting a ceiling
which rises in a series of lofty vaults to a dias at the far western end. 
To the east an archway, ornate with carven reliefs, leads to an outer
antechamber, while to the north and south along this wall, the corners of
the great hall are lit with fiercely burning braziers.  To the west, in the
center of the hall, stands a circle of high-backed stone chairs.  Offsetting
the ancient, quartz-streaked stone, hangings of fine fabric and deep, rich
colours, emblazoned with a multitude of arcane symbols, drape between the
pillars and hang high on the chamber walls.  

[Exits: north east south west]
Shasarik the Thane of Conquest, Lieutenant of the Black Vanguard is here.
A tall sentry in black plate armour stands motionless by the wall.
A tall sentry in black plate armour stands motionless by the wall.

Shasarik nods briefly, wordlessly.

Vaeshir inclines his head slightly. 

Shasarik leaves south.

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