Brute Force (Completed Event)

[DM_Absolution]

He wanders through the streets of central Sshamath, his black robe barely touching the ground. Onlookers lower their heads in reverence as he passes by, whether it is out of fear or respect, he cares not, for one of -his- stature this is an absolute minimum.

At the end of the street, just past the Gloura's Wings he sees them. A group of people with contacts in the various organizations of Sshamath. "Why we had to resort to outside help is beyond me, we could have dealt with this ourselves. But i guess even brutes have their uses." He stops for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh before walking to greet them.

"Pass this on to your leaders, and tell them that this is a personal request for assistance from the Conclave" He hands them several notes, all containing the same message, but phrased differently in some of them. After all, sometimes the incentive has to be changed to suit each taste. His lips curls into a predatory grin.

"We expect a good turnout for this, if not i will send you to deal with this matter personally!" Put just enough fear in them so they will perform adequately.

After they have left, he mumbles a few incantations and raises his hand, and with a swift gesture he finds himself back in his study. "Let's see if brute force can indeed be relied upon" He walks over to his desk and flips a couple of pages forward in the heavy iron-bound book.

//A note is delivered to the various faction leaders of Sshamath, requesting assistance with an urgent matter. Details regarding the details of this assignment is unknown, and will be given at the day it will take place.

//This is a high level event (20+)

//Time will be discussed, UD US players contact me via PM, and hopefully we can come to agreement about the time. When telling me a time, convert the time to UTC/GMT +1 for me. (So i don't have to keep converting it myself)

//The event is for everyone, but will probably be at a bit impractical time for EU players, but feel free to sign up anyway once i have decided on a time.

[DM_Absolution]

//Make a IC post here on how you got wind of this mission, and if you would be interested in coming.

[TalonofWindspeak]

Mili sitting at her desk, waves the delivered message to be placed in her in-basket... too much on my plate right now.. what's this.. hesitating she reaches, taking the note, opening and giving a quick skim..

Assistance? Groaning, she stabs the note with a small nail to her to-do board, taking note of the dates and requests..

Well, suppose if I can't make it, maybe I can find someone that can.. she shuffles a stack of papers and proceeds at looking at manifests..

///basically name a time can try to be there but on a varied work schedule it's a crap shoot

[TheSpaniard]

Amendel appears from the shadows , inches away from Shur, startling the Dark Druid of Malar. He chuckles then, as Shur curses under his breath. After greeting one another they walk together, near Varalla's Passage, speaking about the aforementioned task from the Conclave.

"They're asking all the faction leaders?" he asks quietly to Amendel.

"It seems so , Chief. This jaluk with the black robes commanded respect, you could tell by the way he carried himself. I suspect he's a mage, Shur. He also seemed displeased about asking for help." Amendel reports with exact professionalism.

Considering his words for a moment, Shur responds, "If this is for the Conclave, we will be there, and make them realize that we have the most capable soldiers of all S'shamath. Tell the others, but only the most capable of our mercenaries. Those too inexperienced need to focus on training."

Amendel stops in his tracks, looking at the Baleful Maw's leader as he begins stepping through the cave toward West Varalla's Passage, "Will you be going too, Shur?"

Without looking back, or slowing his movements, he simply states, "Yes."

Stunned, Amendel hesitates for a moment before following him through the cavernous tunnels ahead.

[Braithwaite]

While out on duty through the Center Market of Sshamath...He notices a group festering about. He approaches on of them and asks, "What do you have there? What did that dark figure hand you?"

Seeing the emblem of the City Gaurd on this tunic...they are forthcoming with one of the notes. He opens the note and looks it over..."Ah, I see this faern has a bit of buisness to attend to. It is clear that only the able body or mind should apply for such applications of such importance. Be sure that these messages find their way to those which they are prescribed." He says with an assured and no nonsense tone as he hands it back and carries on with this patrol.

Kilrahel makes a note in his ledger of the details of the note and marks it as an important matter he shall see to.

(I am open to any time but I would like the aggreed to time to be posted in Non Military Numerics and no less than a few days prior to the event)

[Kenshin]

Guilhem calmly inspected the still smoking ruin that his laboratory had turned into, only a single raised eyebrow served as indication that the results may not have been wholly expected. Shards of the now shattered magic dampening crystals used to contain more dangerous experiments littered every part of the chamber, here and there lodged into furniture, supporting columns, and various arcane paraphernalia.

The entry of his steward was to be expected under the circumstances, reflected the master of the Crooked Tower, the explosion would likely have been heard at least as far as the Quillspires. Oddly, after a cursory disapproving glance around the room, the aged Imaskari paid small heed to the disaster zone he had entered. Instead he studied the handsome yet inscrutable face of his friend and master for a moment before carefully navigating his way to the sorcerer across the wreckage strewn floor.


Guilhem reached out for the offered scroll noting the seal of the Conclave upon it. He gently squeezed the hand of the Imaskari wizard before taking the missive from him. The old man's concerned expression noticeably relaxed thereafter and he waited on the dark elf with a smile of relief.

The sorcerer seemed to scan the message upon the glowing parchment for a moment before a slight smile played across his lips. He gently tossed the scroll back to his steward with the following words, "Kindly give this missive to Alienor, she will know what to do with it."

[Storm Munin]

Lilith lounged in the chair as she considered the news the malla faerz'un'arr had told her.

So....
This arrogant faern, no doubt working for someone even farther down that road, wanted all the powers of the city to make a joint effort? Or did he..they..

A bit curious that this did not go through the usual channels was it not?
Whatever this was about it clearly was a sign of a weakened state in the relations between the Conclave and the faernspoiled Seventh Circle. Bwael, perhaps that halfwitted bitch Bel'iira finally had made some influences upon the other Seats.

She glanced at her lanceboard sitting upon the new sidetable and considered the pieces in play and those sitting along the sideline. Now this could prove interesting and perhaps..rewarding..

The fingers of her right hand stroked the handle of the viperhead scourge as she lost herself in thought for a moment.


Xas

The temple would participate. After all, would not such a gathering be a ripe place in time to sow the seeds of chaos? she mused.

[Mastermind]

Sycilia watched as Conclave's couriers strode through the City to their destinations, her narrowed eyes following each and every one of them until they vanished from sight... It was familiar. Just several months ago she had witnessed a very similar activity when Conclave was struggling to gain information on the menace of the Cult.

Seeing it as an opportunity to build up more credibilty with the Conclave itself, she embarked on her quest of trading honeyed words, bitter wines, threats and bribes with those knowledgable of City's goings on, piece by piece, putting together a mosaic of rumours and learning of the new urgent assignment the Conclave is preparing.

She finally approached a known familiar representative and murmured to him about her desire to provide assistance on this new descreet matter.

[NawenM]

Amendel continues to accompany Shur for a time, wondering why this one in a dark robe, who appears to be a surfacer, would come down here to Sshamath looking for help.He thinks, "I don't know how much gold we may get for doing this, or exactly what it is that we would be doing, but this mysterious surfacer visiting Sshamath does have my curiosity piqued......"

After a few more words with Shur, he goes his way till he knows he is needed again...

[melzaren]

Mioz sat under one of the underdark's many subterranean mushrooms, gathering spores as he contemplated Shur's message. It was brief, vague even, but the promise of hunt beckoned to him. When he finally filled his pouch he rose up, tightening the draw-string on the bag and nodding slowly. "Yes," he murmed to himself as he patted the bag, "Another hunt is just what we need."

[DM_Absolution]

// Alright, after reviewing some PM's i have gotten about the time for this event. I am thinking of having it this upcoming saturday 14:00 UTC/GMT +1. Please contact me over PM again if this does not fit for you, but know that i am trying to accommodate as many people as i can.

[AC81]

The young drow cleaves through the last of the dwarven thralls, but not to his satisfaction. "It took me far to many strikes to take down the mindless bastards!" he hisses. His mind wanders, he had been slightly distracted since his leader Shur had approached him and delivered some news. A select few Maw, along with members from other powerful organisations within Sshamath are being asked to work together ... to do what? Adin'afein did not know, in truth, he did not care. His brothers and sisters of the Maw would be there, then so would he.
He barely even acknowledged the duergar thrall he sliced cleanly in two while leaving the mines on his way to prepare ... "Xas, much better ..."

[DM_Absolution]

//The event is continuing as planned, and will take place tomorrow as scheduled as well.

[DM_Absolution]

// 2 and a half hours 'til the event starts.

[Braithwaite]

Hey DM Absolution,

I am locked out of the Server! I set my alarm this morning to participate in this Event and the Server is FULL! Can you see if anyone is willing to log out for the duration of your event or if there are any AFKers that can be bumped so that your Event can have a Full Attendence?


My best,

Braithwaite