RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
08-19-2019, 11:45 PM
Cregit Exiro also put the letter down, having read it himself. "We have not been contacted by them ourselves, which is, worrying, personally. K'hem. A moment." He closed his eyes, lining up the words.
"Okay. I had heard news of this from my partner, Velpit Nitor, whom has been shown Nogroon's copy, but seeing it myself adds a personal level. We had assumed this was what the meeting is about and brought most of the items mentioned with us. Anyway, originally, we had sent an expedition to the Seintheliair woods, to see what could be learnt of these beings and of the woods, and I'll admit it, most likely poach anything if it seemed easy and harmless enough to take. They found strange tall, white towers we could not approach, that became beacons in the night. The group moved quickly, sensing their presence was known, but for now, allowed. A settlement was found, empty of inhabitants, and scoured of belongings. On the outskirts of this abandoned city, a hidden cache beneath the ground was found, full of scrolls of elven writing. We took them, planning to decipher them. The group returned to the coast, planning to drop off the letters and then return again to see what else could be gleamed, but, we were not meant to find the scrolls apparently. "
"A storm raged, and in that rain, they attacked. Once the night had passed, dozens of men were dead, the scrolls were retaken, and in it's place, a dead elf. Frankly, I don't know how they managed to kill her beyond blind luck in the panic of the attack, but she was dead. What remained took her and the items she wore and charged back to the shore. They came across an outpost near the sea, and set up a camp there. It had happened to itself, be heavily concealed, and abandoned also, leaving drinks of still-warm tea behind. We found a set of silver rods and took those too, perhaps they'd been too heavy to take as the inhabitants fled at our approach. The group was attacked again at dawn, a greater force this time. The body was reclaimed as were the majority of the silver rods, only one of which we kept hidden. The group made it back to the boats and fled."
"Frankly, I don't know why our boats weren't sunk with magic or some ancient tool of war considering the steps they took the second attack. Perhaps at the time they thought a mass slaughter of the troops sent would cause some greater force to be sent and more of their lives lost, I don't know. Perhaps we fled too quickly for them to make such a decision. Maybe this is all some ploy of theirs, I do not know. We have brought the majority of the items with us, except for the cloak I am afraid. The cloak, was destroyed. A magical attack of great puissance disintegrated it and barely saved the life of it's wearer."
"I would assume, the return of these items is to stop the knowledge of their craft being learnt and spread throughout the Alliance, so returning them now and the cloaks destruction will have to be enough I would hope, to save the Alliance their wrath if we chose to accept these threats. Most likely one of these items, which one they do not wish for us to know, is of much greater value than the rest, which they cannot admit to, considering they are willing to gift 'magical trinkets' to us in exchange for return of the entire set."
"Still. I could not risk throwing the Alliance into war over these items, or risk the Alliance being fractured by a clear ploy to separate Kor Vurneus from the whole, as we were not asked ourselves for these items returned. The money and items and the threat of war could theoretically have been planned to force opposition between us members and that can't be allowed right now. Kor Vurneus can't allow that."
"For I believe they have their own retribution in mind for my own people, and hope that an attack on my people by these immortal creatures will not be ignored, no matter how fearsome they may be."
He waved a hand, and the boxes were moved forward, placed at the center of the assembly.
"Okay. I had heard news of this from my partner, Velpit Nitor, whom has been shown Nogroon's copy, but seeing it myself adds a personal level. We had assumed this was what the meeting is about and brought most of the items mentioned with us. Anyway, originally, we had sent an expedition to the Seintheliair woods, to see what could be learnt of these beings and of the woods, and I'll admit it, most likely poach anything if it seemed easy and harmless enough to take. They found strange tall, white towers we could not approach, that became beacons in the night. The group moved quickly, sensing their presence was known, but for now, allowed. A settlement was found, empty of inhabitants, and scoured of belongings. On the outskirts of this abandoned city, a hidden cache beneath the ground was found, full of scrolls of elven writing. We took them, planning to decipher them. The group returned to the coast, planning to drop off the letters and then return again to see what else could be gleamed, but, we were not meant to find the scrolls apparently. "
"A storm raged, and in that rain, they attacked. Once the night had passed, dozens of men were dead, the scrolls were retaken, and in it's place, a dead elf. Frankly, I don't know how they managed to kill her beyond blind luck in the panic of the attack, but she was dead. What remained took her and the items she wore and charged back to the shore. They came across an outpost near the sea, and set up a camp there. It had happened to itself, be heavily concealed, and abandoned also, leaving drinks of still-warm tea behind. We found a set of silver rods and took those too, perhaps they'd been too heavy to take as the inhabitants fled at our approach. The group was attacked again at dawn, a greater force this time. The body was reclaimed as were the majority of the silver rods, only one of which we kept hidden. The group made it back to the boats and fled."
"Frankly, I don't know why our boats weren't sunk with magic or some ancient tool of war considering the steps they took the second attack. Perhaps at the time they thought a mass slaughter of the troops sent would cause some greater force to be sent and more of their lives lost, I don't know. Perhaps we fled too quickly for them to make such a decision. Maybe this is all some ploy of theirs, I do not know. We have brought the majority of the items with us, except for the cloak I am afraid. The cloak, was destroyed. A magical attack of great puissance disintegrated it and barely saved the life of it's wearer."
"I would assume, the return of these items is to stop the knowledge of their craft being learnt and spread throughout the Alliance, so returning them now and the cloaks destruction will have to be enough I would hope, to save the Alliance their wrath if we chose to accept these threats. Most likely one of these items, which one they do not wish for us to know, is of much greater value than the rest, which they cannot admit to, considering they are willing to gift 'magical trinkets' to us in exchange for return of the entire set."
"Still. I could not risk throwing the Alliance into war over these items, or risk the Alliance being fractured by a clear ploy to separate Kor Vurneus from the whole, as we were not asked ourselves for these items returned. The money and items and the threat of war could theoretically have been planned to force opposition between us members and that can't be allowed right now. Kor Vurneus can't allow that."
"For I believe they have their own retribution in mind for my own people, and hope that an attack on my people by these immortal creatures will not be ignored, no matter how fearsome they may be."
He waved a hand, and the boxes were moved forward, placed at the center of the assembly.
"Don't get me started on Henchmen."