Game time

[Anastasia]

One sec, I need to get Moore on board. I'm 99% certain he will be, but there's a few logistical things on that end.

In the meantime, go ahead and list your plan and I'll start running through it.

[Corwin]

Seira's plan is fairly simple. The Sultan must arrive for negotiations, hosted by Celestia this time around. Seira would be accompanied by Donald and Oraga, plus Sanzha if she is available, while her avatar will ensure Zaaman Rul remains safe. Defense of the Cauldron will be left up to Amaryl and her own avatar, Kascha and Na'lith, aided greatly by the newly joined water elementals.

Valar and Honeydip are to marshal their forces for an imminent assault on efreet targets on Fire, however, an attack Seira will lead in person should negotiations break down this time. Only the two of them will be told that the attack is on the City of Brass itself. Seira's avatar will rely on Zaaman Rul's contacts to gain all proper military intelligence about the city's defenses and defenders to create a viable plan of attack.

[Anastasia]

It's not long before a voice intrudes into your mind, 'Seira.' The voice of the Grand Sultan, sent right to you.

[Corwin]

Greetings

[Anastasia]

'I was not expecting you to play so strongly,' he admits, 'I am impressed. You have earned more than I ever thought you had.'

[Corwin]

It is a matter close to my heart

[Anastasia]

'Perhaps some tribute would better smooth over your rise,' The Grand Sultan says, an image coming to you. A vast room filled to the brim with golden coins - millions of them, you can see. 'A tribute worthy of a dragon.'

[Corwin]

I've been busier than you think, Seira responds to the Sultan, opting to change the subject. Celestia should be cordially inviting you over as we speak. I hope you accept, so that we could discuss our offers and counter-offers properly face to face.

[Anastasia]

'I am aware of the offer, but we can come to a private agreement instead,' The Sultan says, 'Something palatable to you and worthy of you.'

[Corwin]

You should come, Seira recommends. Celestia has something interesting in store. We can always have a private chat afterwards, if things don't work out.

[Anastasia]

'I will consider it,' Is the answer, and nothing more.

[Corwin]

Turning down an avenue of diplomacy while pursuing one of his own? Yeah, right. He'll come, alright, the only question is what angle the Sultan will go for.

But that's something Seira can put out of her mind for the time being. Until she's called over, she can focus on the culmination of her research into the prismatic transformation!

[Anastasia]

Amaryl's overwatching them as you walk in, "Seira," she meets you at the door, putting a finger to her lips.

'It's almost time.'

[Corwin]

I love it when things fall in line like that!

[Anastasia]

All the dragons lie curled up, as if fast asleep.

Golorodalas shifts in his sleep, the massive space ahead enough to hold him.

The Red Mountain is perfectly still, multicolored lights floating around his head.

The Crowned Wyrm is tense, tight - but unmoving.

'Are you ready?' Amaryl asks.