Action Replay
Bringing Dynamic to Entry
"Fist Tyrant Scorching Radiant Horizons, Full Moon Caste of Luna. I thank you for your hospitality, Murdock. Of my teacher, his name is best forgotten as it does the world no good to dredge up memories of surly old ghosts."
Settling into the cave, he alternates between eating the fruit and nursing a jug of wine. The first meal after so long helped to calm his nerves, or rather from his own perspective maybe it was the first in four hours? Regardless of which it was pleasant and made up for what Murdock's story lacked. Namely, any sort of good news. As the others go around he quietly observes the proceedings and does his best to not wince when Murdock mentions the word stasis. For a night caste, subtlety was seemingly not his strong suit in the social arena. Which was fine as he had little of it himself, but he at least knew enough to keep quiet about that matter. The man had taken them in out of obligation, and they had done nothing to endear him to keeping their secrets.
"As to what we wish, is for the desire of safety as do you. Should the city prove viable I have no qualms to stay and build here. Yet from the elder's tale it seems quite far from it. If you would humor me, I wish to clarify some concerning points in your explanation."
Grabbing an empty plate he sets out six whole fruits and one picked to the core, arranging them around an empty plate. Setting up the diagram in a familiar manner to plan out a war that may not come to be. Moving a finger to settle on each fruit he illustrates the point in a seemingly lazy manner.
"Firstly there is the ancient ghost, a death lord?" Letting the term roll off his tongue he experimented with the sound. "Whom has laid claim in a shadow land that did not exist the last time I had looked at this place. Carefully looking for something as do the fae, and by your estimates strong enough to pose a threat to a mad yet powerful solar. Whom may have other exalts upon retainer...the knights you mentioned I believe? A standing army of the dead, and who watches for every development in the city. How did this shadow land come to be and where by did she lay claim to it?
Filial Wisdom, a mad cannibal solar of power who controls the city. I cannot see to what end he builds this army, perhaps you may know? Of his army itself, it may be prudent to thin the herd if his raid should move without his leadership. Yet, he provides a crucial balance that keeps the Death Lord at bay. To defeat one would incite the other, and they show no efforts to quell the other. Have you ever met or spoken with this man?
Of the fae, they have no purpose beyond this artifact and never leave their fortress unless they are hunting beneath the city. Perhaps they have a force able to deter Filial's assault? Looking at where to strike, the towers may be the weakest target to gain a foothold from the most cursory of glances. Of the stalkers, the handful that can speak would be good allies...provided we can return the rest to enlightenment. After scouting it should be our first target for consideration.
What troubles me, are the last forces at play. Chaing-Dav, they have enough of the Realm's presence to hold it I would imagine. Yet fortunately not enough to challenge any of the current powers. Should a third major force emerge, they would prove an asset or curse to tipping the scales. What can you tell me of this city, and of it's garrison? They should be our first issue to address, one way or another.
Of the lunar elders you have spoken of, I feel sorrow to hear of their plight even as I feel caution. How far are they from Rathess that we should take special care to be on guard against them?”
Pausing from his speech, Tyrant takes a long pull from the wine jug before setting it empty on the table. Parching his throat while thinking how to couch his words, he continues eying Murdock's tattoos.
“Of my education, I am ashamed to say it remains incomplete. My teacher took delight in beating how to fight and survive into me with little care for anything else. Mor'du has spoken briefly of your tattoos and how they were needed to avoid mutation. What else can you tell us of them? I have been out of touch with Luna's chosen for a long time. Too long it would seem, much to my chagrin.”
Settling into the cave, he alternates between eating the fruit and nursing a jug of wine. The first meal after so long helped to calm his nerves, or rather from his own perspective maybe it was the first in four hours? Regardless of which it was pleasant and made up for what Murdock's story lacked. Namely, any sort of good news. As the others go around he quietly observes the proceedings and does his best to not wince when Murdock mentions the word stasis. For a night caste, subtlety was seemingly not his strong suit in the social arena. Which was fine as he had little of it himself, but he at least knew enough to keep quiet about that matter. The man had taken them in out of obligation, and they had done nothing to endear him to keeping their secrets.
"As to what we wish, is for the desire of safety as do you. Should the city prove viable I have no qualms to stay and build here. Yet from the elder's tale it seems quite far from it. If you would humor me, I wish to clarify some concerning points in your explanation."
Grabbing an empty plate he sets out six whole fruits and one picked to the core, arranging them around an empty plate. Setting up the diagram in a familiar manner to plan out a war that may not come to be. Moving a finger to settle on each fruit he illustrates the point in a seemingly lazy manner.
"Firstly there is the ancient ghost, a death lord?" Letting the term roll off his tongue he experimented with the sound. "Whom has laid claim in a shadow land that did not exist the last time I had looked at this place. Carefully looking for something as do the fae, and by your estimates strong enough to pose a threat to a mad yet powerful solar. Whom may have other exalts upon retainer...the knights you mentioned I believe? A standing army of the dead, and who watches for every development in the city. How did this shadow land come to be and where by did she lay claim to it?
Filial Wisdom, a mad cannibal solar of power who controls the city. I cannot see to what end he builds this army, perhaps you may know? Of his army itself, it may be prudent to thin the herd if his raid should move without his leadership. Yet, he provides a crucial balance that keeps the Death Lord at bay. To defeat one would incite the other, and they show no efforts to quell the other. Have you ever met or spoken with this man?
Of the fae, they have no purpose beyond this artifact and never leave their fortress unless they are hunting beneath the city. Perhaps they have a force able to deter Filial's assault? Looking at where to strike, the towers may be the weakest target to gain a foothold from the most cursory of glances. Of the stalkers, the handful that can speak would be good allies...provided we can return the rest to enlightenment. After scouting it should be our first target for consideration.
What troubles me, are the last forces at play. Chaing-Dav, they have enough of the Realm's presence to hold it I would imagine. Yet fortunately not enough to challenge any of the current powers. Should a third major force emerge, they would prove an asset or curse to tipping the scales. What can you tell me of this city, and of it's garrison? They should be our first issue to address, one way or another.
Of the lunar elders you have spoken of, I feel sorrow to hear of their plight even as I feel caution. How far are they from Rathess that we should take special care to be on guard against them?”
Pausing from his speech, Tyrant takes a long pull from the wine jug before setting it empty on the table. Parching his throat while thinking how to couch his words, he continues eying Murdock's tattoos.
“Of my education, I am ashamed to say it remains incomplete. My teacher took delight in beating how to fight and survive into me with little care for anything else. Mor'du has spoken briefly of your tattoos and how they were needed to avoid mutation. What else can you tell us of them? I have been out of touch with Luna's chosen for a long time. Too long it would seem, much to my chagrin.”
