Crisis Cycles

Taking the dais as the elderly sage stepped away, Princess Turihm stepped up. She was wearing a formal grey robe, with fine white ribbons in her hair and beard. She turned to address the delegates, clearing her throat. "Thank you for that. I'm sorry my father couldn't be here to greet you all, he's been affected by the plague and... well, he's still convalescing. This magical plague has affected all of us, and I think it'd be in the best interests of us all to coordinate our work to combat it, as the Co-Consuls originally suggested with this conference."

She paced a little on the dais as she talked. "The Gadesu and Ranitezia have the most practical experience dealing with this disease, while the Orcgarchy has demonstrated substantial knowledge of the disease and its relation to Wandering Listener magic. Us dwarves, for our part, have established this hold specifically as a place to study magic. Though resources have been stretched thin as of late, the facilities here will still be useful for providing a safe and well-equipped place to undertake research into finding a cure to the plague." She looked over at the old sage. "Even if it means dealing with the bats. I doubt the orcs will let a few flying pests get in their way."

She gestured to the assembled delegates. "We already have promises of cooperation from the best medical orcs under Dr. Octorday Ornway, but if the Gadesu and Ranitezia can also send their experts here to help find a cure, that will allow us to combine the efforts of our three great cities in one place. With all of us working together, we cannot fail."