World Revolution

[Dracos]

~Pax?  Pact?  Or...  Yes, he is.  What's going on?  And you realize this is probably tapped by ears other than our two friendly wizards here.~

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Well, that and they can trace our location. And don't surprise me like that, you bastard, you made me spill ink all over my decryption efforts.  So, ahm, why didn't you cipher this? Seems kinda sensitive information . . .

[Bjorn]

I can't hold a cipher in my head, Bjorn 'writes' peevishly.  And if you'd stop bloody drawing attention to it, it would be as ciphered as I can manage.  And yes, I imagine others can listen in, and yes I imagine this can be traced, so stop wasting time.  Do you have anything you can and should tell me?

[Dracos]

~What do you know?  We've taken out their supply lines as best as we can and left a shattered river of frozen gas along.  There's an army of another million heading south from the citadel though who will likely bring more supplies.  They should be a while in arriving though since it's a hell of a march out there.  We've gathered up everyone in the temples and are, or were, hiding in the wastes.  We'll have to move after this I think.  There's also another dreadmarch force near the temple of Hammar.  Don't know how many though, we vamoosed before we could really get a count.  and I think that's it.  Anything we should know on your end?~

Dracos

[Rezantis]

And, of course, the obvious point that the dreadmarch has an archon leading it. We told Radagast that.

[Bjorn]

Only news on this front that I'll risk sharing is: we're in deep shit.  Likely won't be in touch again, unless disasters arise.   Stick to the other channel.  Don't get yourselves killed, ladies.

And with that, Bjorn starts to pull the mindboard back.

[Rezantis]

Hold on a second! 'Make your pax'? How'd you find out, and that's particularly ambiguous as to what you expect us to do . . .

[Bjorn]

I meant what I said.  Make pax with him. There's a hesitation, as Bjorn tries to figure out how to phrase the next bit.  He was the third in the message I sent, and the first has been informative.  We seem to be walking the same road for now.

[Rezantis]

Whee, curveballs. I like. Sankyuu for the heads up.  There's numerous other interesting stuff but nothing particularly important, unless you want killscores, so we'll see you when we see you. G'luck.

[Dracos]

~Curse yer damn cryptic tongue.  Okay, that's more informative at least.~

Dracos

[Bjorn]

Without further ado, Bjorn withdraws the mindboard.

[Dracos]

Dracos brushes his beard and in the way of leaders used to brushing things under the table, proceeds to start with a glance over who 'noticed' what just happened, pointedly glancing over Eske and Maithias and Liandril.

Dracos

[Brian]

Liandral seems oblivious, as does Eske.  Mattias looks very confused.  "Who was that?" he asks after a moment, looking between you.  "And who was he talking to?"

[Rezantis]

"Well," Rez looks faintly sheepish, "Us. I'm not sure quite how he did that, but . . . well . . . we may have some explaining to do . . ." there's a slight pause, ". . . as does Liandral."

[Brian]

Mattias frowns.  "I didn't hear anything sent back, though," he says.

Liandral looks up.  "What?"