World Revolution

[Rezantis]

"Pax Arcana, Liandral." Rez says quietly.

[Brian]

He raises his eyebrows at this and says, "So ... Order of Symmetry?" looking at you like he can't believe what he's hearing.

[Dracos]

Dracos takes a second to frown at Rez and shake his head ever so much.  "I thought I was supposed to be the tactless unsubtle one, Nathan.  Loremasters, fellow Stormriders, bare with us a moment, I'll explain in a bit, but what is about to go on here, I'd like not to leave this tent."

Dracos shakes his head again, keeping his form relaxed, though ready to leap to action if things go poorly.  "Liandril, this changes things a bit.  And yes, you have surmised correctly, though I would have preferred things to be handled a bit more cleanly.  Anyhow, I'd like to know what your intent is here.  Ours should be obvious, while we are not the most aware, it's clear that the dreadmarch must be stopped at whatever cost necessary.  That someone has arranged for the forces of 'good' as I'd call them to be crippled heavily while bolstering the dreadmarch at every possible end.  I'd initially assumed it was Pax, getting here before us, but apparently my math was off on that note, as it no longer makes logical sense with you being one and here.  So, what is the intent of your group?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez is blinking slightly, then when Drac finishes blurts out something else unsubtle and tactless.

"You didn't know?!"

[Brian]

You've certainly created a lot of confusion.  Your command staff is surrounding you in the snow, looking at you oddly.

Liandral blinks a few times, and then shakes his head.  "We can play the elven game of strategy -- Pax Arcana, later, Lord Bloom," he says.  "I do recognize its tactical value as a model of what is happening here, but we've more pressing concerns at this moment."

[Dracos]

Dracos coughs, taking the opening.  "Right...Sorry.  Anyhow, I believe you were wondering what that message was, Maithias?  What did you hear of it?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"I heard someone else speaking ... but didn't understand much of what was said."  He looks quiet for a minute, and then says, "You heard him sending, too, then, so I imagine you said something to him ... but I couldn't hear that.  Was that one of Radagast's other Lorekeepers?"

[Dracos]

"You could say that.  That was Parthipan, the lorekeeper who'd come with us to protect the priestess of Hammar.  It was a bit surprising that he could manage that."

Dracos

[Brian]

Mattias frowns.  "Oh," he says, rubbing his chin.  "Well, that was interesting.  I'll have to meet him, at some point."

[Dracos]

Dracos shakes his head tiredly.  "Anyhow...  let's rest now.  In a few hours though, I'd like to move again since if you heard that, others possibly could as well."

Dracos

[Brian]

Your commanders agree, and every pretty much settles down to rest and catch their breath.  Your tent is set up for you in this interval.

[Dracos]

Dracos heads to his tent, assuming Liandril to follow.  If liandril does not, Dracos glances back, "Liandril, please join me for a moment."

Dracos

[Brian]

He does follow, along with Nathan.  Once you're ensconced in the privacy of the tent, he turns to look at you expectantly.  "And now what?" he asks.

[Dracos]

"That's a good question.  First though, how much do you know and what are your goals here?"

Dracos

[Brian]

"I know a bit, and I'm supposed to keep you out of harm's way -- which means making sure that the Dreadmarch loses," he says authoritatively.