So this was the place where the Conclave sat, steering the cities faith in the most of important matters. He felt the urge to leave again, with his mask and hood there were moments of safety, as the anonymity had eased his mind. However deep within, his fear of people that had power over him, he had developed in his younger days, thanks to the sadistic rule of his matron mother, still lingered threatening to turn his eloquent self, into the old mumbling and stumbling servant he had been for so many years.
[K'yon in front of the Stone Stave attempting to retain a self-confident image
As he was ordered inside he had a firm grip on himself once more and was ready to do what he had came for. The representative looked as excited as a Rothe that was send out into a rocky cave with nothing to feed off, well maybe even less so. For a moment K'yon was infuriated, yet the surroundings brought him back to reality, a fearsome deadly reality, where any misstep could cost him dearly if not his life.
He began to tell the male about his musings in regards to the Netherese excavation, their trip down there and his proposed cause of action, about the portals to the different elemental planes each of which sparked a vivid image, of the from there sprouted monsters.
[The colossal fire elementals had burned the "poor" Imaskari Thia to a crisp, suddenly he could almost taste the burned flesh
His depictions of the portals he kept short and to the point, close to how his report had been the representative almost seemed to roll the red in his eyes away, displaying even less interest compared to the beginning of their conversation.
[ He had fired his flame arrows at one of the giant blobs of water, but instead of bursting it apart it had sizzled for a moment, until he realised how futile his attempt had been
He still informed him about the shadow mages that had come out of the portal to the negative energy plane, despite the sheer pain this awfully dismal part of his description seemed to cause the representative, it was solely meant to further lull the official.
[ The shadow mages had been able to strip one of their most powerful faern of almost all of her wards, his Mentor Necromancer Lyra]
Now would get to the meat and fungi of his tale. He mentioned that the there was only red slaad. His opposite almost yawned, K'yon was infuriated, it was such an important detail. Red slaad were the weakest of their kin and the beholder had clearly stated, in his complete and utter feeling of superiority, that the war between the slaad and beholder was still going on. If there was the teeniest bit they'd learned from the babbling beholder, it was that the war was still fiercely being fought. Nawiel had lured the Quardurxekai's into feeling wholefully save. Their opponents had they solely managed to get a firm grip on a few irrelevant red slaad still far away from a decisive victory.
[ Foot soldiers in comparison to the stronger blue, green, grey and death slaad
Formulating the idea of preparing a sudden attack, while they were still squabbling with their frog like opponents, seemed to for once to not entirely put the representative to sleep, thiugh his impression of him could as well been completely off. Never before had he had to deal with such an individual, so void of emotions he thought to himself.
K'yon went on to cement the strategy he wanted to propose to the Conclave explaining how everything about the personality of the beholder asked to be abused, by the keen and deadly opponents, they surely posed to him.
Describing the megalomaniac and paranoid facets of Quardurxekai's traits. Carefully placed doubts, coupled with some "troop movements" forced onto the beholder troups, would easily spark the fear of treason of his queen within the unstable beholder.
[ Quardurxekai as he shoots his rays at its surroundings out of utmost paranoia
To him it was clear, they could play the beholder against his queen and if they were do this soon, they would topple the whole abyss into a chaos that would be much easier to handle. Finishing his flaming plea looking into the representatives face, once more not a single emotion to be found. It was enraging, he could only hope that the council, these most smart and cunning of their kin would come to the same conclusion. His conclusion, they would, he was sure. Or where there doubts, could the rulers of this city, this precious city really be that dumb, would it really be necessary for him to step up and rule. He hoped not or did he. There was nothing left to do but hope, they would do right by Sshamath, this city he had learned to love over the past years. Demanding to have the initial part about the portals cut from his report, he for the first time time managed to get an emotion from the official that was not boredom. He handed him a substantially more gold than it was the usual sum, hoping to ensure the delivery of his plea and left the confused male behind smiling under his mask, leaving towards the Z'orr'bauth to enjoy the view over this captivating home of wizards and wonders.
[ His beloved Sshamath