A book and many things to do

[Iron Dragoon]

Well, I want to start with something a little lower end, not just assaulting an epic cabal, so... I guess a good option would be doing a bit of info gathering for rumors/information about new Shar cults or assassinations. Bastian and Jarem are probably the most likely to have contacts for that, and then if we have diviners at the Academy, using them as well. With precautions considering past experience.

[Anastasia]

Sure. Any particular area of the planes you're focusing on? It's a big multiverse out there.

[Iron Dragoon]

Yeah it is. Hmm... Maybe start with someone/some place friendly? Or a place that one of our allies has interests in? I'd like to start making in-roads to places.

[Anastasia]

Sure. Up to you where or ask someone for advice. Your call.

[Iron Dragoon]

Advice would be best.

[Anastasia]

Very good, who?

[Iron Dragoon]

Bastian and Jarem.

[Anastasia]

Finding Bastian and Jarem isn't hard. They're practicing down below, blade against fist. It's a whirling dance of martial skill between them, the clang of iron and the thump of footsteps.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa waits for them to have a break to interrupt them.

[Anastasia]

In time the two exchange a flurry of blocks and attacks, until at last they part. Bastian's grinning, "Almost!"

"Almost," Jarem agrees, taking off his helmet and pulling out a cloth, wiping his sweaty head down. "That elbow counter's new."

"Haven't used in a long time," Bastian reaches up, rubs his elbow. "Your ribs liked it."

"Fuck you," Jarem says, "Your face still yearns for my shield again?"

"I'll settle for something less ugly than that," Bastian's laugh is a rough thing, "It's too bad Emily has the mother she has, she'd be great for a tumble."

"Yeah?" Jarem shakes his head, "She's not my type. Too green, too...Emily. She got raised by two mothers in a whole other world, she has some strange notions. Like you have to be a girl in bed."

Bastian throws his head back and laughs at that, "That's how they do things?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Now, now boys, let's shelve that for when I won't be tempted to let her know about it. I've got a job for you two."

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," Jarem turns, "What do you got?"

Bastian looks on unconcerned, "Need something killed?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Need you to find something to kill. Sharrans, specifically. We've moved locations, meaning she's likely lost track of our exact position. I want to start striking back at her. The others are all going out fighting whoever they can. I want to start getting some blades into her flanks and make her bleed. I want you to find targets that will weaken her grip on or completely release planes from her grasp. Start with any new cults she's starting on planes that are likely to affiliate themselves with us. We can't sling spells with gods like Seira can, but we can loosen her grip. Let's start by cutting fingers off, if we can."

[Anastasia]

Bastian nods and turns to go, "I'll see where my feet take me," he says with a wave.

Jarem continues wiping his face down and adds, "I'll ask around. This on any sort of schedule?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"Not specifically, but the longer we delay the fight, the stronger she gets. Also, see if you can't find some rich Sharrans."