Gossiping (Afina)

[Ebiris]

I'll stick with it. I don't want to snub the new recruits and Afina's all about the fey pride.

[Anastasia]

Getting a member of Oak's Pride here isn't hard. He's a satyr clad in form-fitting armor, including custom greaves for his goat legs. "Aurora, I've heard good things about you," he says, a neatly trimmed goatee framing his face and horns. "You wanted this meeting?"

[Ebiris]

"And I've heard about Oak Pride. It's the sort of organization our world could have used before all this. Afina Devilsbane, pleasure to meet you," she introduces herself.

"Quite simply we're looking for help. Our hosts here offered to facilitate this meeting, and it seems we have a common interest that could be served by working together."

[Anastasia]

"Devils are loathsome creatures," The satyr says, "But first, my name is Alain," He steps back and makes a sweeping bow to Afina, "To get to the point of it, why should we devote some of our limited resources to your cause?"

[Ebiris]

"If resources are a concern you should know that what you have can be stretched far further with access to the crafting facilities we have on Aurora, as well as its master enchanters such as myself. We see to equipping those who fight with us, and there's no expectation that you have to return your armaments after a term of service. Furthermore, while the destruction of devilkind and liberation of Lifasa are our primary goals, we recognise the concerns of our allies and are willing to put our own efforts towards helping them - if there's a troublesome group of demons or cabal of liches that have stubbornly held on in the face of your efforts, we would lend our own might towards striking them down."

[Anastasia]

"A fair exchange of services," Alain considers it, arms crossed over his broad chest. "In Malathas, our home Prime, the highest mountains in the world hide a valley where a blight on everyone rests. The lich Tulthas has hidden there for centuries, unassailable and a constant thorn in the side of Sylvar. The mountains natural protections and the magic he's wrought there protect him from any champion's wrath."

"The mountains and the valley are the focus of ley lines and nodes. The interference makes teleportation impossible as well as hopelessly scrambles scrying. He's laid a curse on the land, so that flight is impossible. The only way in is to climb the mountains and find a pass in, then descend down and stalk his lair. Over the ages he's built up a tremendous amount of defenses and has the energy of the ley lines to draw on for power."

[Ebiris]

Oh excellent, she really wants to get a lich's phylactery for this golem schematic she found in the library. "We'll take care of Tulthas in exchange for twenty seasons of service from Oak Pride?" she offers. "And of course if any other dangers threaten Malathas during that period we'll combine our forces to deal with them so you needn't worry about leaving your home undefended."

[Anastasia]

"Agreed," Alain offers his hand out to Afina. "If you can eliminate him, you'll have earned it."

[Ebiris]

Afina extends a tiny hand to shake Alain's. "Excellent, I'll contact you after the deed is done and we can work out the logistics of your contribution to our Crusade."

[Anastasia]

His grip is downright crushing, only Afina's innate protections preventing real pain. "It's done," he nods to Moore and Drena after, "Gentlemen," he says, before turning to go.

Anything left to do here, you two?

[Nephrite]

I think that's everything, unless our assuredly amazing diplomatic display has given rise to anyone else who wants to meet us!

[Ebiris]

There are nymphs hanging around here that are recruitable aren't there?

[Anastasia]

Yes, you can make contact with them now or later as you please.

[Ebiris]

Lets get it out of the way. We'll ask Lord Tsunami if there's a spokesnymph or leader amongst them first?

[Anastasia]

Sure.

From here it's a short wait until a nymph presents herself. She has orange and pink hair, intertwined in bands of alternating colors. She wears a short purple dress and wears jewelry with many bright red gemstones.

"Hi!" she greets brightly, "Oh, I love what you've done with your hair!" The nymph gushes, elven ears studded with half a dozen small earrings with red gems. After Afina her attention turns to Moore, "And you're proof pixies continue to be adorable. And you," she whirls on Drena, "...are an air elemental. Took a wrong turn somewhere around Ice?"