by Vanidor » Wed Nov 28, 2007 10:49 am
"Ivo, Coron. Wanath deria itha valana." This from the elf clad in his armour of blue interlocking plate. As he said this, his fist thumped against the chest hidden behind armour that was probably as old as Myrkentown itself. "Sa draeda ivon nodala." As that was said, another stood and gazed at the warrior elf. Vanidor, himself, only cracked the smallest of smiles as this one, clad in blue robes as rich as any noble rose his hands and swiftly prattled something in that selfsame tongue.
Another joined that, robed this time in bands of silver and purple, and soon there was shouting (or as near to shouting as such wispy voices could be) back and forth between the elf in plate and the two robed individuals. The drow besides Vanidor blinked rapidly at this, before sinking into her chair somewhat... shyly. Vanidor himself leaned towards Glenn and Rhaena. "Gillian, the one in the plate, says we should find this Ashfiend and burn him from the face of Amasynia. As he puts it... 'That devil should be destroyed'. Halanithra, there, the one in the blue robes thinks we should attempt to use our magic against him. But Tuon, there, thinks both ideas are silly and we should leave you humans to your own devices. He thinks that our magics and wards are more than enough to keep him from destroying the sanctity of our Enclaves."
Again, Vanidor smiled as the shouting continued between the trio, and soon enough the energy of their bickering brought about the appearance of all of the Elves within the enclave. There were thirty of them, in all, it seemed. And their gazes swept from the trio of arguing elves towards the Elf Lord himself. Vanidor simply sat, looking amused. "Ah, here Tuon agrees that perhaps some sort of succor should be offered to the humans of Myrken, but Gillian is still arguing for a strike against Ashfiend himself. Hah, he would take all five of our warriors for this, no matter the cost to the Enclave." Vanidor smiled enigmatically. "He still recalls the old days, does young Gillian."
"You say that the Ashfiend is consumed by hate, though his nemesis has been destroyed. What drives him still, Sir Burnie?" This, while the others continued to argue. But, at least, there seemed to be sides taken. Tuon had gained a couple, and Halanithra three. Gillian was surrounded by five other elves, the only ones besides himself and Vanidor who bore arms. Grim looking those five were, with arms crossed over their chests. "Is it simply hate for the living... or is there more?"
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters... But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk. - Charles Baudelaire