Patron: The Invasion

[Xward]

"An urgent event has occurred that requires the presence of all faiths

The right of the "Road Pilgrimage" is invoked to cause a temporary peace on the chosen location

As this is sudden you are allowed to send out an expendable member of your faith

The location will be the same as last time the right was invoked

The small neutral settling on "Black Plains"

We understand if you do not send a member

And we will pray for your safety in the upcoming trials"

-The faith of the Container

*This was the letter that each of your faiths received a month prior, leading you here, as ordered, to the aptly named black plains*

*The landscape resembles a sparsely grassed savannah but it looks as if whomever made it had no sense of color. The dirt is a shade of grey, slightly on the darker side. The plants that should be green are now black. The bark on the trees are a light shade of gray, which would be normal if the bark was similar to that of a Birch's, but it wasn't. Oddly enough the sky was a perfectly normal shade, it's the clouds that normally caused problems*

"KLAKLAKLA"

*The odd howl of an olive three eyed coyote brings up on of the reasons why this place is normally chosen, the animals. While the animals here have evolved a somewhat limited range of see-able colors, they have a very high capability of sensing magic. Normally swarming when high amounts are apparent*

*There are currently only a handful of settlements in this area, you are on the one nearest to the strangely sudden border*

*The human natives have a strange quirk, they are either born coal black, or milk white*

*You are currently in a small wooden building, normally meant for travelers to rest, or contemplate how many wrong turns you've made. The wood is also grey.*

*The people who used to be talking here have now vacated due to the obviously religious business happening*

*The representative of the Container is wearing the standard dark yellow robes with a white horizontal stripe in the middle and a white hood*

*His robes are slightly stained at the bottom and a terrible stench wafts from him. The skin on his left hand is translucent. If you look closely his saliva is yellow. His face seems oddly normal, if slightly yellow. His cropped brown hair frames his slightly round face*

*He looks to be in his mid-twenties but his voice carries disturbing youth*

Alright, we have called you all here to discuss a matter of grave importance

But first-

*A smile comes on his face*

-Introductions!

My name is Edward Nikoliss

[Louis]

*The man that was sent to represent the miners stands.* My name is Keith. I am a general in the miner army. *He has a generic human face, and Caucasian skin. He is wearing full steel armor, save for the helmet. In the center of his breastplate is the miner emblem, two pick axes crosses like swords, with a sword through the middle*

[Louis]

*Another trait is also apperent. There are five burn marks in a line, like tallies, just above his left eye. Above these marks is also a circle shaped burn mark*

[Grigor Mortis]

Dec 30, 2014 10:55:57 GMT Xward said:

"An urgent event has occurred that requires the presence of all faiths

The right of the "Road Pilgrimage" is invoked to cause a temporary peace on the chosen location

As this is sudden you are allowed to send out an expendable member of your faith

The location will be the same as last time the right was invoked

The small neutral settling on "Black Plains"

We understand if you do not send a member

And we will pray for your safety in the upcoming trials"

-The faith of the Container

*This was the letter that each of your faiths received a month prior, leading you here, as ordered, to the aptly named black plains*

*The landscape resembles a sparsely grassed savannah but it looks as if whomever made it had no sense of color. The dirt is a shade of grey, slightly on the darker side. The plants that should be green are now black. The bark on the trees are a light shade of gray, which would be normal if the bark was similar to that of a Birch's, but it wasn't. Oddly enough the sky was a perfectly normal shade, it's the clouds that normally caused problems*

"KLAKLAKLA"

*The odd howl of an olive three eyed coyote brings up on of the reasons why this place is normally chosen, the animals. While the animals here have evolved a somewhat limited range of see-able colors, they have a very high capability of sensing magic. Normally swarming when high amounts are apparent*

*There are currently only a handful of settlements in this area, you are on the one nearest to the strangely sudden border*

*The human natives have a strange quirk, they are either born coal black, or milk white*

*You are currently in a small wooden building, normally meant for travelers to rest, or contemplate how many wrong turns you've made. The wood is also grey.*

*The people who used to be talking here have now vacated due to the obviously religious business happening*

*The representative of the Container is wearing the standard dark yellow robes with a white horizontal stripe in the middle and a white hood*

*His robes are slightly stained at the bottom and a terrible stench wafts from him. The skin on his left hand is translucent. If you look closely his saliva is yellow. His face seems oddly normal, if slightly yellow. His cropped brown hair frames his slightly round face*

*He looks to be in his mid-twenties but his voice carries disturbing youth*

Alright, we have called you all here to discuss a matter of grave importance

But first-

*A smile comes on his face*

-Introductions!

My name is Edward Nikoliss

*A figure stands furthermost from the group. Clad in red robes, of intricate design, with golden footing and black bandages underneath the robes. these bandages covered anywhere skinw ould normally be shown. Above their shoulders is a large cowl, supported on two long tree branches. Underneath the hood is a golden mask, inhuman in shape, marked with three slits. While bandages cover the rest of the head, you can vaguely see blonde hair coming from under them.*

*This is a new occasion, since this is the first time the newly-discovered Northern Empire has sent an emissary to a calling.*

Claudia Penrose. It is a... small pleasure, to meet one such as yourself. Even heathens must be treated with respect, on such events as these. However, it would seem the sea-wenches as and moneygrabbers have failed to show. For the mountain raiders, it is understandable, but it is odd.

I can assume you udnerstand the reason why the Cistern saw fit to grant me a breathing-plate. We know your kind can be... toxic.

[Louis]

*Kieth seems very offended* We are not raiders! We are one of the more... Civil religions. Of course, other religions are allowed in the great hall. But I assure you, we are not raiders.

[Grigor Mortis]

Dec 30, 2014 11:13:46 GMT Louis said:

*Kieth seems very offended* We are not raiders! We are one of the more... Civil religions. Of course, other religions are allowed in the great hall. But I assure you, we are not raiders.

Not you. The craftsmen, up on the ramp.


You are equally sacrilegious, however.

[Xward]

Dec 30, 2014 11:10:40 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

Dec 30, 2014 10:55:57 GMT Xward said:

"An urgent event has occurred that requires the presence of all faiths

The right of the "Road Pilgrimage" is invoked to cause a temporary peace on the chosen location

As this is sudden you are allowed to send out an expendable member of your faith

The location will be the same as last time the right was invoked

The small neutral settling on "Black Plains"

We understand if you do not send a member

And we will pray for your safety in the upcoming trials"

-The faith of the Container

*This was the letter that each of your faiths received a month prior, leading you here, as ordered, to the aptly named black plains*

*The landscape resembles a sparsely grassed savannah but it looks as if whomever made it had no sense of color. The dirt is a shade of grey, slightly on the darker side. The plants that should be green are now black. The bark on the trees are a light shade of gray, which would be normal if the bark was similar to that of a Birch's, but it wasn't. Oddly enough the sky was a perfectly normal shade, it's the clouds that normally caused problems*

"KLAKLAKLA"

*The odd howl of an olive three eyed coyote brings up on of the reasons why this place is normally chosen, the animals. While the animals here have evolved a somewhat limited range of see-able colors, they have a very high capability of sensing magic. Normally swarming when high amounts are apparent*

*There are currently only a handful of settlements in this area, you are on the one nearest to the strangely sudden border*

*The human natives have a strange quirk, they are either born coal black, or milk white*

*You are currently in a small wooden building, normally meant for travelers to rest, or contemplate how many wrong turns you've made. The wood is also grey.*

*The people who used to be talking here have now vacated due to the obviously religious business happening*

*The representative of the Container is wearing the standard dark yellow robes with a white horizontal stripe in the middle and a white hood*

*His robes are slightly stained at the bottom and a terrible stench wafts from him. The skin on his left hand is translucent. If you look closely his saliva is yellow. His face seems oddly normal, if slightly yellow. His cropped brown hair frames his slightly round face*

*He looks to be in his mid-twenties but his voice carries disturbing youth*

Alright, we have called you all here to discuss a matter of grave importance

But first-

*A smile comes on his face*

-Introductions!

My name is Edward Nikoliss

*A figure stands furthermost from the group. Clad in red robes, of intricate design, with golden footing and black bandages underneath the robes. these bandages covered anywhere skinw ould normally be shown. Above their shoulders is a large cowl, supported on two long tree branches. Underneath the hood is a golden mask, inhuman in shape, marked with three slits. While bandages cover the rest of the head, you can vaguely see blonde hair coming from under them.*

*This is a new occasion, since this is the first time the newly-discovered Northern Empire has sent an emissary to a calling.*

Claudia Penrose. It is a... small pleasure, to meet one such as yourself. Even heathens must be treated with respect, on such events as these. However, it would seem the sea-wenches as and moneygrabbers have failed to show. For the mountain raiders, it is understandable, but it is odd.

I can assume you udnerstand the reason why the Cistern saw fit to grant me a breathing-plate. We know your kind can be... toxic.

I'm afraid that it was given in vain, I'm not high enough to really have a manifested battle scent.

I'm sorry if that has impeded you in any way

Though I'm sure that you wouldn't want to smell me lethal or not

[Louis]

*Keith seems to ignore the sacrilegious remark*

[Grigor Mortis]

Dec 30, 2014 11:17:32 GMT Xward said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:10:40 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

*A figure stands furthermost from the group. Clad in red robes, of intricate design, with golden footing and black bandages underneath the robes. these bandages covered anywhere skinw ould normally be shown. Above their shoulders is a large cowl, supported on two long tree branches. Underneath the hood is a golden mask, inhuman in shape, marked with three slits. While bandages cover the rest of the head, you can vaguely see blonde hair coming from under them.*

*This is a new occasion, since this is the first time the newly-discovered Northern Empire has sent an emissary to a calling.*

Claudia Penrose. It is a... small pleasure, to meet one such as yourself. Even heathens must be treated with respect, on such events as these. However, it would seem the sea-wenches as and moneygrabbers have failed to show. For the mountain raiders, it is understandable, but it is odd.

I can assume you udnerstand the reason why the Cistern saw fit to grant me a breathing-plate. We know your kind can be... toxic.

I'm afraid that it was given in vain, I'm not high enough to really have a manifested battle scent.

I'm sorry if that has impeded you in any way

Though I'm sure that you wouldn't want to smell me lethal or not

No, I would not. These plains are neat. Sacrilegious, but neat. Bit boring, though.

Do we not have any refreshment?

[Xward]

Dec 30, 2014 11:25:31 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:17:32 GMT Xward said:

I'm afraid that it was given in vain, I'm not high enough to really have a manifested battle scent.

I'm sorry if that has impeded you in any way

Though I'm sure that you wouldn't want to smell me lethal or not

No, I would not. These plains are neat. Sacrilegious, but neat. Bit boring, though.

Do we not have any refreshment?

How so? The plains have no current faith alignment, as the previous attempts have all ended in animal maulings

And refreshments... I had assumed everyone had brought their own rations, but we can inquire the locals about food later

But I do have this

*Edward puts a bottle of yellow liquid on the table, this is a rare sight. Plastic is only known to be made by the Containers*

And before you ask, it's not my urine, it's made from a citrus fruit mixture I believe. I don't understand why people always assume I'm asking their hand in marriage.

...Though you'll probably lose your appetite later 

[Louis]

*Kieth holds up some Salted meat* I'm alright. *Kieth puts the meat back into a satchel*

[Grigor Mortis]

Dec 30, 2014 11:36:13 GMT Xward said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:25:31 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

No, I would not. These plains are neat. Sacrilegious, but neat. Bit boring, though.

Do we not have any refreshment?

How so? The plains have no current faith alignment, as the previous attempts have all ended in animal maulings

And refreshments... I had assumed everyone had brought their own rations, but we can inquire the locals about food later

But I do have this

*Edward puts a bottle of yellow liquid on the table, this is a rare sight. Plastic is only known to be made by the Containers*

And before you ask, it's not my urine, it's made from a citrus fruit mixture I believe. I don't understand why people always assume I'm asking their hand in marriage.

...Though you'll probably lose your appetite later 

It's not red... Strange.

Anywhere that does not serve the shadow of the Graywood tree and its two Wards is sacrilegious, my friend. The Cistern did not allow me to bring rations. They would be stale and weak by the time I got here. The Northlands are unforgiving as it is.

It doesn't taste right.

[Xward]

Dec 30, 2014 11:40:48 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:36:13 GMT Xward said:

How so? The plains have no current faith alignment, as the previous attempts have all ended in animal maulings

And refreshments... I had assumed everyone had brought their own rations, but we can inquire the locals about food later

But I do have this

*Edward puts a bottle of yellow liquid on the table, this is a rare sight. Plastic is only known to be made by the Containers*

And before you ask, it's not my urine, it's made from a citrus fruit mixture I believe. I don't understand why people always assume I'm asking their hand in marriage.

...Though you'll probably lose your appetite later 

It's not red... Strange.

Anywhere that does not serve the shadow of the Graywood tree and its two Wards is sacrilegious, my friend. The Cistern did not allow me to bring rations. They would be stale and weak by the time I got here. The Northlands are unforgiving as it is.

It doesn't taste right.

Ah, so your faith has an eating custom?

[Grigor Mortis]

Dec 30, 2014 11:47:34 GMT Xward said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:40:48 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

It's not red... Strange.

Anywhere that does not serve the shadow of the Graywood tree and its two Wards is sacrilegious, my friend. The Cistern did not allow me to bring rations. They would be stale and weak by the time I got here. The Northlands are unforgiving as it is.

It doesn't taste right.

Ah, so your faith has an eating custom?

When a family offers their firstborn child to the Cistern, once that Child has come of the age nine, they must choose whether to eat Insects and Dead Flesh, in the name of the Crow, or warm blood, in the name of the Wingleech. Should those anointed in the black waters of the Cistern break this vow, Wingleeches will surely drain the blood from their body, and Crows would feast on their innards.

[Xward]

Dec 30, 2014 11:52:57 GMT Grigor Mortis said:

Dec 30, 2014 11:47:34 GMT Xward said:

Ah, so your faith has an eating custom?

When a family offers their firstborn child to the Cistern, once that Child has come of the age nine, they must choose whether to eat Insects and Dead Flesh, in the name of the Crow, or warm blood, in the name of the Wingleech. Should those anointed in the black waters of the Cistern break this vow, Wingleeches will surely drain the blood from their body, and Crows would feast on their innards.

Ah I see

*Edward has produced a cutting knife and holds it against his left wrist*

Do you require any of either?