Politics:

(Beliefs are bred, Alliances formed, Cabals arise, and enemies made. Alysrith, leader of the Sylvan (pro-nature) Cabal, and Lardovian, a leader in the Warlock (Destroyers of evil magic) Cabal, meet to speak of the battles between them...and what will be done of it.)

* W-Elf * (PK) (SYLVAN) Alysrith the Hunter of the K'sra, Warder Captain
<51 Elf Shf> (PK) Lardovian Farin'Guleth, Magister of the Golden Tower
<51 Felar Shf> (PK) Shila, First of the Felar Warlocks, Preceptor of the Golden Tower

Lardovian tells you 'Greetings Captain'

You tell Lardovian '*hiss* Sz'rak Sz'weh!'

Lardovian tells you 'You speak a tounge differing from the ones I know, interesting... Yet, myself and Preceptor Shila would like to speak with you on neutral ground if such can be arranged and you are willing.'

You tell Lardovian '*snort* You wish to gather a pack of yours about me to speak with me?'

Lardovian tells you 'No pack shall be gathered. It will be only myself and the Preceptor who will be coming.'

You tell Lardovian 'In time we can speak, Sz'weh. *hiss* Perhaps I can convince you to abandon your Weh. But it must wait a short time...until I finish my present task.'

Lardovian tells you 'As you wish, call me when you finish.'

(After a time, I finish my task, but Shila has left the realm.)

You tell Lardovian 'Do you still wish to speak, Sz'weh? Or not without the felar?'

Lardovian tells you 'We can speak.'

Lardovian tells you 'The ground is yours to choose if you so wish'

You tell Lardovian 'Sirine Island then. Come, and we shall speak...or do you fear the isle?'

Lardovian tells you 'I...respect it's inhabitants for their capabilities. But no, I can come there if you so wish'


A great horned owl flies up to you quickly then slows to a near halt.
The edges of a great horned owl's being stretch and twist and he returns to normal.

Lardovian bows deeply.

A Twisted Tree
The island is covered with a knee high sea grass which other then the wind
twisted tree before you and a few palm trees seems to be the only thing
growing here. The wind has twisted and bent this poor tree to the point of
making it a piece of art. To east the ground drops away to a sheer cliff.
Looking down you can see the waves crashing against the rocks at the bottom.
You can hear singing coming from the west.

(Exits: north south west)
Lardovian is here.
You say 'Vorsweni Sz'weh.'
Alysrith hisses softly.

Before you stands a nimble figure, clad in scant
robes. His light skin and pointed ears betray his
ancestry long before his slim mouth is opened to
speak. Almond shaped eyes the color of the deep
seas peer out from under two slim eyebrows.
A mane of blond hair is flowing freely down his
back, swirling slightly whenever a breeze passes
over his lithe frame.
Lardovian, a male elf, is in perfect health.

Lardovian is using:
<worn on finger> (Glowing) a mithril ring
<worn on finger> (Glowing) a mithril ring
<worn around neck> a pendant formed from a shard of violet gemstone
<worn on legs> some leggings from the snow worm
<worn on feet> firewalker boots
<worn on hands> a pair of black steel gauntlets
<worn on arms> a pair of armguards from the snow worm
<worn as shield> a shield from the hide of a snow worm
<worn about body> a skin from the snow leopard
<worn about waist> a wide bronze belt
<worn around wrist> a black steel bracer
<worn around wrist> an ivory bracelet
<held> (Glowing) a flickering gem

Lardovian says 'I do hope we can keep this on friendly terms for this conversation.'

Lardovian says 'Nontheless I should greet you proper and thus offer my warmest thanks for your agreement to see me here.'

You say 'When I speak...I speak. When I Hunt, I Hunt.'

Lardovian says 'Understandable'

Lardovian says 'Might you have guessed why I called for you?'

Alysrith hisses softly, and nods.

You say 'It is not difficult to know why, Sz'weh.'
You say 'Shila once did so herself.'

Lardovian nods slowly, a small smile creeping on his lips.

Alysrith looks at you expectantly, with a firm look fixed upon her face.

Lardovian says 'Then I wonder, would it be possible to settle the whole matter in a manner profitable to both parts?'

Lardovian looks at you.

You say 'And what is it you propose, Sz'weh?'

Alysrith looks at you from half-closed suspicious eyes.

Lardovian says 'The Tower seeks to end it's conflict with the Grove. The first question would be if you are seeking a similar goal.'

You say 'I seek to prepare the way for the Tora'sra, and end all Weh. That is what I seek, Sz'weh.'

Alysrith hisses softly, her hands writhing somewhat about her spear.

Lardovian says 'Though until then there is a road to be traveled, and that road can be made easier or harder, all depending on who stands by you on it.'

You say 'The Sra abides no Weh...and neither will I.'

You say 'That is the way of Sra....of the Tora'sra. It can be no other way.'

Lardovian says 'I see...'

Alysrith leans this way and that, eyeing you closely, as if sizing you up.

You say 'If you end your Weh...then I shall leave you alone. But not until then.

Lardovian says 'And this... Weh is what? I must confess it is an unfamiliar word to me.'

(51 Elf Shf) (PK) Lardovian Farin'Guleth, Magister of the Golden Tower

Alysrith points to the tree....to the ocean...to the grass.

You say 'This is Sra.....it belongs.'

Alysrith stoops down, and picks up a stick.

Lardovian regards you intently.

Alysrith starts drawing with the stick...first a drow....then a devil....then a shadow nightwalker...and then an angel.

You say 'All of these are Weh....they belong not in Sra.'

Alysrith points to the drawings.

Lardovian regards the drawings, then nods while tapping his cheek with a slender finger.

Lardovian says 'And if the Weh is not ended?'

Alysrith hisses softly, and grips her spear tightly.

Lardovian nods.

You whisper 'It will end. Cirklaa! Weh massh Sra!'

You say 'If your Tower were like the other Talmush....'

Lardovian says 'I hold sympathies with some of those images, though I do not consider the Angels to part of this... Weh'

Lardovian nods at your drawings.

Alysrith nods firmly.

You say 'They are Weh. They live not in Sra...or come from it.'

Lardovian says 'Perhaps, yet they come and are a great asset in vanquishing certain darker parts of the Weh. Even I know that they will not bow to someone they think is not worthy.'

You say 'Most Talmush or Sz'weh usually don't. K'sra never bow in service.'

Alysrith looks off in the distance, and sighs.

You say 'If all in your Tower did not embrace this Weh, I would treat you as I treat the other Talmush....Hunting only some of you.'

Lardovian says 'To be in service of something is to bow down to the very thing you serve by my thinking.'

You say 'Unless you are not in service of it...but a part of it.'
You snort.
You say 'I am K'sra. I do not serve the Sra....I *AM* Sra.'

Alysrith hisses softly.

Lardovian says 'There can be no such distinction, either the hostilities end altogether or we will defend those of our own without hesitation.'

Alysrith hisses softly.
Alysrith holds her spear firmly, and raises her chin to look you straight in the eye with a fierce gaze.

You say 'I am a Hunter of the K'sra. I will Hunt the Weh...and I will not ally myself with it.'

You say 'If you chose to be Sz'weh...that is your choice.'

Alysrith hisses softly, and gives you a meaningful look.

Lardovian says 'I do not ask that you will, I ask that you do not hunt those of our Tower whom you think embrace the Weh.'

Alysrith scrunches up her nose slightly, and gives you an incredulous look.

You say 'You do not ask me to stop hunting Weh....but you do ask that I stop hunting those of your Tower who are Weh?'

You snort.

You say 'I think you contradict yourself.'

Lardovian suddenly let's out a burst of laughter.
Lardovian whispers 'Why didn't I foresee that it would come to this.'
Lardovian slumps his head as he shakes it slowly.
Lardovian peers back up.

Alysrith eyes you warrily.

Lardovian says 'If you consider them Weh, then so be it. If you will not stop hunting them, so be it. But know this, we will defend them at every step of their road.'

Lightning flashes in the sky.

You say 'It can be no other way, Sz'weh...unless you cease embracing your Weh.'
You say 'You are a pack. I understand that Sz'weh....even if I must hunt you till Cirklaa.'

Lardovian sighs wearily, then nods.

Lardovian says 'Then I think we can not come to even terms on this, for this time being at least.'

You say 'Weh is Weh. What is Weh now continues to be Weh until it is no more. Later will be much the same as now.'

Alysrith hisses softly.

Alysrith shakes her head and sighs.

You say 'If only you would choose to live in Sra.'

Lardovian smiles wryly.

Alysrith quirks an eyebrow at you...regarding you warrily.

Lardovian says 'Many of those we hunt are similar to us, yet our means in battle are different. I chose my path many hundred years ago and you chose yours.'

Alysrith nods softly.

You say 'We all choose our path, Sz'weh.'

Lardovian says 'And it is harder to steer away from the longer we go upon it.'

Alysrith nods once, agreeing.

You whisper 'Which is why, often the only way to end it is Cirklaa.'

Alysrith grips her spear tightly, meaningfully.

Lardovian shrugs his shoulders slightly.

Lightning flashes in the sky.

Lardovian says 'Perhaps, perhaps not. Paths have changed in the past and may do so again, long before the final reckoning.'

Alysrith nods softly.

You say 'And should the path change...there may yet be hope for your Tower. '

Lardovian says 'We shall see, the future will tell.'

Alysrith smiles softly, if a little forced through her serious visage.
Alysrith nods once.

A Twisted Tree
The island is covered with a knee high sea grass which other then the wind
twisted tree before you and a few palm trees seems to be the only thing
growing here. The wind has twisted and bent this poor tree to the point of
making it a piece of art. To east the ground drops away to a sheer cliff.
Looking down you can see the waves crashing against the rocks at the bottom.
You can hear singing coming from the west.

(Exits: north south west)
Lardovian is here.

Lardovian says 'Then I give you my thanks for seeing me. Good hunting, Captain.'

You say 'Walk in Sra, Lardovian.'

You fade away as you blend in with your surroundings.

Lardovian nods slowly.
Lardovian says 'I will consider your words.'
Lardovian bows deeply.

The edges of Lardovian's being stretch and twist and he becomes a great horned owl.
A great horned owl flaps his wings fiercely for a moment and flies up out of sight.

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