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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Within the halls of the Solacious Manor, Mirana Solacious was holding a meeting. A temporary base of operations for the Hands of Dawn, a simple call was made. There have been some disterbing reportscoming from the Eastbank Forest. She listens to the reports from the beings about. "They were using some... strange creator things to do it, runes and lunar dust." She nods as she looks to the next, and the next. Assembled where also a handful of beings, Sweetwater Nationals with some good repore. She shakes her head, most of her concealed behind a desk, "Thank you for bringing this to us. I home my brother and cousin can get word of this. This is something that the Lightbringers should investigate into as well." The room itself is wide and open, chairs assembled here and there, a few desks, it seems to be a meeting hall, wood floors and light white painted walls. Looking over the papers, Mira gives a frown.<br> <br>Siyu is dressed in leathers and mail again. The rodent is dressed for an expedition and not in his usual silks and what not. He gives a nod to Mirana as he waits there. "Lunar dust? And creator artifacts? Good to investigate then, especially with everything else that's been going on." he looks over to the others.<br> <br>Hartford stands at attention, awaiting instructions. He does not know much about these Dawn Hand folks, but Mister Siyu had said that they could use some help. And if there was one thing the skunk-striped stag was good at, it was following orders. He wears the fine plate armor of a retainer in House Blackback, his enormous halberd peeking over his back.<br> <br>Calisiel is wearing her usual dress, mostly unarmed aside from her staff and magic. She waits for the others questions to be answered, leaning on her staff heavily, having not slept the previous night.<br> <br>Yysara heads to the Manor in a simple suit of armor, given to her free by the Freeswords upon her arrival from the Creator ship. She's shunned the helmet though, protecting the delicate flower nestled into her hair. The flower blushes, still not sure what's going on...or what this world was even about. All she knew was that she was foreign, and trying her best to fit in. "H-Hello..."<br> <br>Pyra walks in behind the flower. "If that armor's made right, your not gonna be able to hide in it there flowery." She comments while passing Yysara. "So, Lunar dust, more working Creator space junk, why are we not on site now?" The impatient lizard makes sure to stand out of the way of most lights. She peers at the rest of the room, a few wisps of black smoke curling off her tail as it passes close to a lamp.<br> <br>Mirana looks to Siyu first, "First Sargent, good to see you." Then next to the other freeswords arranged there. "Good to see you all, gentleman, ladies." Hearing Pyra's comment, she chuckles a bit, "Sweetie, all in good time. One step before we run." She arranges her papers again, "And thank you for coming here all of you, those not going out on this, unpleasent, trip you are dismissed." She says, not standing from the desk. "Everyone else, I've got some startling news. It seems that shadow presence out in the forest has increased greatly. Some of those beings coming in have informed me it seems to be due to the use of some creator artifacts in a far off section of the forest. Dears, I don't have to warn you about shadows I'd hope. I fear however, that is more behind this. There are not many groups I know of that have access to creator artifacts like this, nor as much lunar as seems to be being used." She says. "In any case, whomever is doing this, go out there and stop them. First Sargent, you are in charge of this, do the Hands of Dawn well out there, all of Freeswords, and for all of Sweetwater. We don't need another war with shadows, even less at a time like this." She says. Finally getting up, the gravid and 'blessed' vixen walks over to Siyu, passing to him a map. "Here are some critical areas to check, come back safe. I wish I could go with you." She says, then looks around to all, Gifted and Souled alike, "Good luck out there, there are carts that will be arriving any moment outside for you all.<br> <br>Siyu turns and nods to all of those who come in, "Hartford, good to see you, hope the guarding is going well..." he bows his head to Calisiel and...yysara? A flower? Interesting, and to Pyra too. The short rodent smiles, "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. If you do not know me I am Gang Xi Siyu, and I appreicate your help." he rests a had on his wide hip, and listens to the briefing. "Shadows are active again? I was hoping they'd have calmed down. You think prehaps the creator artifacts are making them feral again?" he inquires as he flicks his ears. "Either way still a threat." he blinks as he's put in charge "Ah all right..." he checks over the map and finally nods, "I see, thank you, we'll do well Lady Solacious." he glances to the others, "I suppose I should ask if anyone has any questions?"<br> <br>Hartford has not heard of any shadow incursions in ages! But it is not the place of a manor guard and part time Freesword to question nobility. The stag falls in behind Siyu. As soon as they leave the office behind he leans forward a bit, high over Siyu's head. "What sort of artifacts are we looking at, Mister Siyu?" he asks in his slow, deep tones.<br> <br>Calisiel shakes her head, having no questions. "No questions. Lead on then. You're in charge, apparently." She yawns, leans on her staff, glances at the others who will be accompanying her. Or, who she will be accompanying. Either way.<br> <br>Yysara falls in line. Surely there were enough men to keep her safe. She holds her medicine kit tucked under an arm and nods. "I'll just be the medic...medics can't be attacked, right? There are...conventions in place?" Her voice is so soft that it's close to a whisper.<br> <br>Pyra shrugs. "Shadows, cults, sounds like monday." She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. She stays near the group, ready to go. "Doesn't much matter what it is, they have stuff other people want."<br> <br>Going back to her seat, Mirana huffs slightly getting back into it. "I've not laid eyes on it, and the description of it was not so useful. If I had to guess, it is an altar, or chamber, or something of that nature." A far off ring sounds through the manor, "But those would be your carts. Feel free to discuss things along the way, and do be very careful." She says. "Cults, shadows, and such indeed, what a time to live in..." She says, eyes going a bit far in th distance, then looking to the door. A heavy sigh, "By Shialla..." She says. "If you aren't sure you can handle it, feel no shame in returning here." She says.<br> <br>Siyu nods his head ,"I'm not sure." he looks over the description, "Still it must mean that there's some interaction with Lunar dust we should be careful of. If any of you have lunar dust I'd leave it here. We don't want any accidental activations." he pulls out his own pouch to secure it in the manor. He glances at Yyas and he shakes his head, "There are no...conventions? No, Medics die same as everyone else. But do not owrry, there's enough of us here to help. The Hands specialize in medics and healing I'm one of them, I'll support you as best I can, if you're worried you can hang in the back," he smiles, trying to reassure. "I'll look over the maps and decide where to go first...everyone ready then?"<br> <br>Hartford nods and follows with no more questions. The two toned deer is ready to be pointed at a target!<br> <br>Calisiel yawns, a bit of flame escaping her beak. "Look, if you're afraid, stay near me. I'll burn anything that tries to hurt you." Standing up straight, she creates a small flame in her hand, then extinguishes it. "So, we ready to go then?"<br> <br>Yysara seems even more afraid of the fire than anything else. She just stayed towards the back of the group and nodded softly.

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Revision as of 11:54, 29 July 2014

Participants

• Angus
• Calisiel
• Hartford
• Mirana
• Pyra
• Siyu
• Technetium
• Thelergramor
• Yysara

Date

29/7/477

Log

Within the halls of the Solacious Manor, Mirana Solacious was holding a meeting. A temporary base of operations for the Hands of Dawn, a simple call was made. There have been some disterbing reportscoming from the Eastbank Forest. She listens to the reports from the beings about. "They were using some... strange creator things to do it, runes and lunar dust." She nods as she looks to the next, and the next. Assembled where also a handful of beings, Sweetwater Nationals with some good repore. She shakes her head, most of her concealed behind a desk, "Thank you for bringing this to us. I home my brother and cousin can get word of this. This is something that the Lightbringers should investigate into as well." The room itself is wide and open, chairs assembled here and there, a few desks, it seems to be a meeting hall, wood floors and light white painted walls. Looking over the papers, Mira gives a frown.

Siyu is dressed in leathers and mail again. The rodent is dressed for an expedition and not in his usual silks and what not. He gives a nod to Mirana as he waits there. "Lunar dust? And creator artifacts? Good to investigate then, especially with everything else that's been going on." he looks over to the others.

Hartford stands at attention, awaiting instructions. He does not know much about these Dawn Hand folks, but Mister Siyu had said that they could use some help. And if there was one thing the skunk-striped stag was good at, it was following orders. He wears the fine plate armor of a retainer in House Blackback, his enormous halberd peeking over his back.

Calisiel is wearing her usual dress, mostly unarmed aside from her staff and magic. She waits for the others questions to be answered, leaning on her staff heavily, having not slept the previous night.

Yysara heads to the Manor in a simple suit of armor, given to her free by the Freeswords upon her arrival from the Creator ship. She's shunned the helmet though, protecting the delicate flower nestled into her hair. The flower blushes, still not sure what's going on...or what this world was even about. All she knew was that she was foreign, and trying her best to fit in. "H-Hello..."

Pyra walks in behind the flower. "If that armor's made right, your not gonna be able to hide in it there flowery." She comments while passing Yysara. "So, Lunar dust, more working Creator space junk, why are we not on site now?" The impatient lizard makes sure to stand out of the way of most lights. She peers at the rest of the room, a few wisps of black smoke curling off her tail as it passes close to a lamp.

Mirana looks to Siyu first, "First Sargent, good to see you." Then next to the other freeswords arranged there. "Good to see you all, gentleman, ladies." Hearing Pyra's comment, she chuckles a bit, "Sweetie, all in good time. One step before we run." She arranges her papers again, "And thank you for coming here all of you, those not going out on this, unpleasent, trip you are dismissed." She says, not standing from the desk. "Everyone else, I've got some startling news. It seems that shadow presence out in the forest has increased greatly. Some of those beings coming in have informed me it seems to be due to the use of some creator artifacts in a far off section of the forest. Dears, I don't have to warn you about shadows I'd hope. I fear however, that is more behind this. There are not many groups I know of that have access to creator artifacts like this, nor as much lunar as seems to be being used." She says. "In any case, whomever is doing this, go out there and stop them. First Sargent, you are in charge of this, do the Hands of Dawn well out there, all of Freeswords, and for all of Sweetwater. We don't need another war with shadows, even less at a time like this." She says. Finally getting up, the gravid and 'blessed' vixen walks over to Siyu, passing to him a map. "Here are some critical areas to check, come back safe. I wish I could go with you." She says, then looks around to all, Gifted and Souled alike, "Good luck out there, there are carts that will be arriving any moment outside for you all.

Siyu turns and nods to all of those who come in, "Hartford, good to see you, hope the guarding is going well..." he bows his head to Calisiel and...yysara? A flower? Interesting, and to Pyra too. The short rodent smiles, "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. If you do not know me I am Gang Xi Siyu, and I appreicate your help." he rests a had on his wide hip, and listens to the briefing. "Shadows are active again? I was hoping they'd have calmed down. You think prehaps the creator artifacts are making them feral again?" he inquires as he flicks his ears. "Either way still a threat." he blinks as he's put in charge "Ah all right..." he checks over the map and finally nods, "I see, thank you, we'll do well Lady Solacious." he glances to the others, "I suppose I should ask if anyone has any questions?"

Hartford has not heard of any shadow incursions in ages! But it is not the place of a manor guard and part time Freesword to question nobility. The stag falls in behind Siyu. As soon as they leave the office behind he leans forward a bit, high over Siyu's head. "What sort of artifacts are we looking at, Mister Siyu?" he asks in his slow, deep tones.

Calisiel shakes her head, having no questions. "No questions. Lead on then. You're in charge, apparently." She yawns, leans on her staff, glances at the others who will be accompanying her. Or, who she will be accompanying. Either way.

Yysara falls in line. Surely there were enough men to keep her safe. She holds her medicine kit tucked under an arm and nods. "I'll just be the medic...medics can't be attacked, right? There are...conventions in place?" Her voice is so soft that it's close to a whisper.

Pyra shrugs. "Shadows, cults, sounds like monday." She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. She stays near the group, ready to go. "Doesn't much matter what it is, they have stuff other people want."

Going back to her seat, Mirana huffs slightly getting back into it. "I've not laid eyes on it, and the description of it was not so useful. If I had to guess, it is an altar, or chamber, or something of that nature." A far off ring sounds through the manor, "But those would be your carts. Feel free to discuss things along the way, and do be very careful." She says. "Cults, shadows, and such indeed, what a time to live in..." She says, eyes going a bit far in th distance, then looking to the door. A heavy sigh, "By Shialla..." She says. "If you aren't sure you can handle it, feel no shame in returning here." She says.

Siyu nods his head ,"I'm not sure." he looks over the description, "Still it must mean that there's some interaction with Lunar dust we should be careful of. If any of you have lunar dust I'd leave it here. We don't want any accidental activations." he pulls out his own pouch to secure it in the manor. He glances at Yyas and he shakes his head, "There are no...conventions? No, Medics die same as everyone else. But do not owrry, there's enough of us here to help. The Hands specialize in medics and healing I'm one of them, I'll support you as best I can, if you're worried you can hang in the back," he smiles, trying to reassure. "I'll look over the maps and decide where to go first...everyone ready then?"

Hartford nods and follows with no more questions. The two toned deer is ready to be pointed at a target!

Calisiel yawns, a bit of flame escaping her beak. "Look, if you're afraid, stay near me. I'll burn anything that tries to hurt you." Standing up straight, she creates a small flame in her hand, then extinguishes it. "So, we ready to go then?"

Yysara seems even more afraid of the fire than anything else. She just stayed towards the back of the group and nodded softly.