"We will discuss our plans at the up coming meeting; now my business here is concluded, I need to visit the temple representatives. At that Navrick saluted the gathered leaders and left.

Kenna trotted to keep up with the paladin's longer stride.
"Mind if I come with you? I might be able to help" She said, and, catching sight of Ember, scoops her up, carrying the cat in her arms.

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

"Be my guest." he smiled and continued on.

Yashwi had used the time to consider, and merely followed along with Kenna, deciding it best to use this person to learn more about the political climate, and said as much to the man.

"I think I'll join up this entourage as well."

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"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost

((So, do we assume that we reached the clerics without incident, or wait for Qesun? Also, I did Kenna stats & spells. Probably grossly incorrectly. But they're there in the profile thread, if you want to go laugh at my incompetence. ))

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

((Confucious say: S/He who does not wait for DM gets smacked.))

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"SATAAAAAAAAN!!!" --Alex

30 days has September, April, June, and November. All the rest like peanut butter; except grandma. She drives a Buick.

"No, I'm quite capable of dressing myself...where's my pants?"

((Sorry, I'm just hyper and I have an idea...  ...which I'll probably forget by the time I can post it, oh well.))

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

[Streets: Twain, Yashwi, and Kenna]
"Don't take too long, now," Jager states as he goes to see if his fellow council member is fine, now that he no longer has guests.

The group finds the streets to be as busy as they were earlier.  The church which the clerics are using isn't hard to find, as it juts above the crowd of tents.  It's nothing fancy, a large wooden structure with a stone foundation made to fit the mine workers for services before all this mess happened.  Still, despite its size, there is a village's worth of tents for out-of-town clerics, as the interior is being reserved for use as a hospital.  From random bits of chatter gathered from passing folks, it sounded like the Clerics just need to be told that the guilds were getting together.  It also looked like all the command action was being preformed from the church.

[Fighters Guild: Favarin]
Lishnil, of course, recognizes Favarin.  "You know, you only need to introduce yourself twice in a day, Favarin," He said before getting up from the table where he had some maps, others continuing to discuss the maps as Lishnil went over to Favarin and began guiding the minotaur towards his room. "Now, what happened over at the Wilders Guild that's so important?"

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Serrif:

Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

((Sorry...it's been so long I forgot that we already knew the fighter's guild leader =P))

The minotaur nodded to Lishnil as he stood and gratefully followed the man into the room, "A scuffle in the ranger's guild. Presumably a man, though cloaked in shadows and weilding magic, attacked Jagar. It seems that only brute force can convince these beings fully...after that and all that Twain had said to the leaders, they have agreed to attend the gathering of the guilds this evening." He watched Lishnil's face become slightly confused, "That would be the meeting that you're about to call. You'll need to send runners to all of the guilds." Not pausing at Lishnil's open mouth and breath to object Favarin plowed ahead, "Your...our...enemies have become much more bold than they apparantly have been. Zia's mind was under a sort of control, in order to mask our observer's identity. Jagar, the almighty leader of the rangers, could not hear the man. Only Twain could sense the evil in the thing and point him out, lucky that he did too, I don't know what would have happened...certainly we'd be caught unawares and unprepared." Favarin paused for a moment to gather his thoughts quickly and to let Lishnil process everything being said.

The minotaur continued, "The fact,.though, is that something is going to happen, soon. Spies are usually not so bold as to attack leaders of guilds unless something is going to take place. Even if this is not so, the chance must be siezed to unite the guilds fully, who knows when this will happen. Twain is going as we speak to the clerics, by the time your runners get there Zia will be well again and will be able to recieve messages, and I'm sure the archers and mage guilds are as ready as they'll ever be. I will certainly help in any way you wish." Favarin looks now at the man before him expectantly, waiting for his reply.

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"SATAAAAAAAAN!!!" --Alex

30 days has September, April, June, and November. All the rest like peanut butter; except grandma. She drives a Buick.

"No, I'm quite capable of dressing myself...where's my pants?"

((Yay!))

Kenna, staring around at the tents, looking for some indidcation for where they might find the leaders, asked Twain, "Why were you with a minotaur anyway? I've never heard of them exept as stupid, vicious beasts."

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

Navrick smiled at Kenna as he strode towards the church. “The world is full of wondrous creature, few of which are as they first appear or what they are rumored to be.” His silvery plate mail glints in the sun light with a light golden sheen matching his hair as he made his way up the steps. “Favarin is an intriguing creature, as noble as he is strong; I can sense the potential for great good in him.” He strides into the entry hall, mighty bastard sword swaying with his motion in its scabbard strapped to his back, the diamond topping the hilt reflecting the light afternoon sun brilliantly. “Everyone has the potential for good of course; one must simply realize it and choose to put others before themselves, sacrifice is the key to having a pure heart…” he gazes about the entry hall to the church. His piercing blue eyes shining like twin sapphires. “He chose to come here, not for profit, not for fame, not for any other reason than to help.” His eyes glide down to look straight into hers; he seems to look beyond Kenna though… as if he was viewing her very soul. “That is why I was with the Minotaur miss.”

Kenna flushed with embarrassment, feeling like an idiot for assuming that the minotaur was a dumb animal. "Sorry if I ask any more dumb questions. I just feel so stupid sometimes. I've never been this far from home in my life. Didn't think I'd ever leave home, truth be told."

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

"I understand your eloquent tongue, but I question the truth of your words. I've known many a minotaur and few have shown the restraint I feel may be neccessary. You're sure that this Favarin is reliable? Having a creature which may turn on you at any moment is far more dangerous than joining one you know to be a threat. It isn't my intent to be rude, I merely fear for the safety of Kenna here, I feel I could care for myself if I needed to."

Yashwi's words were tainted by a slight mistruth, as he truly did think it ironic that he was questioning whether Favarin was reliable, when he was just as inherently unreliable. Still, it was dangerous to travel with a Minotaur which seemed to have intelligence superior to that of a majority of his kind, and as time had progressed Yashwi had begun to consider whether it was a good idea to keep up his elaborate facade for any longer. Was there still reason to keep it up? Especially when someone who appeared to be incredibly devout could slice him in half if he was caught in a lie.

"So, Twain, you appear to be a very truthful and honest person, carrying no fear of knowledge of your past. Are you a crusader of some sort? You carry yourself as one who is quite assured of his path. Such strength I find can be... reliable in it's own way."

Though Yashwi's words were quite true, interestingly enough, that reliability allowed Yashwi to know whether or not he could manipulate the man. Twain was strong, but might be easily mainpulated because of his ideals, so that may prove to be helpful toward Yashwi's ends.

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"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost

As soon as he said "I mearly fear for the safety of Kenna...", her eyebrows snapped together and for a moment she looked very, very pissed. She quicky replaced it with her normal expression of amusement, and after he finished, she said, "I'm short, Yalian, not a kid. I can take care of myself." in an amused voice. Bull. He doesn't care abut anyone but himself.

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I swear, now you're just doing it to piss me off.

Twain stood in the antechamber his peaceful azure eyes once again sweeping the room studying the clerical symbols as he sought out someone of a high position.

 

“Think nothing of it Kenna, you did not have the knowledge I do and thus your fears are just and natural; think nothing of it… but still hold this lesson to your heart and know not to judge so easily.”

 

Chuckles at Yashwi’s words, “As I said, there is good in him; I can sense it.”

 

He nods to Yashwi’s questions, “I thank you for the compliment, I am assured in my path because Torm guides my way personally; I am simply a follower of his will, I’ve just been so blessed that he would choose to take an active hand in my roll here.” He cracks his knuckles and shakes out the soreness in his hands. “A crusader… I guess you could say that, I am a paladin; more than that I have been blessed personally by Torm himself with the position of Truth Sword.” His eyes slide over to Yashwi a penetrating look in them. “It is my duty to search the lands and uncover falsehoods, where treachery and trickery weave a web of evil I am drawn by Torm's hand and am bound to uncover the truth for the sake of justice and the good of the people.” His eyes snap back to the room as he says in a graver tone. “It is then my duty to deal with the source of this taint swiftly and efficiently…”

He continues scouring the room for someone of rank. “Of course, if you where asking about my military career when you asked if I was a crusader of some sort then the answer is thus; I’ve seen many battles, far to many… yet I will no doubt see countless more before my end, I fought in the Mirage Wars off to the east and then before then the Mage Slayer Wars to the north and many other before them.” He shrugs, “I rose in my order swiftly by Torms will and was assigned the position of General in both of the mentioned wars.” Sir Twain sighs, “I hope I have answered your questions to satisfaction?”