V06: Gathering the council
You come into a large war-council tent. Before you, stands a man in chain mail armor beside a table. On the table a hazy map depicting the region with tokens representing the positions of various military units and groups. He is studying it intensely. A older guard with long white hair enters from the tent's opening. There is a large scar across his stubbly face that runs through his lower lip on the right side, creating a somewhat saggy looking frown.
Malek: "Sir, the members of the council have finally returned."
Ryje: "Thank you Malek."
Malek: "May I present the leading members of the Council of Ebonra:"
Introducing the Council
Malek: "Shieldmaster Alendra of the Protectors"
A blond haired woman of statuesque beauty walks into the room. She is adorned in full plate with a symbol of a bundle of Wheat raised from the pauldrons bound over her shoulders. She carries her helmet in her left arm and has her right hand resting on her sword hilt near her waist.
Malek: "Shadowspeaker Belfan of the Silence"
A taller man strides into the room, wearing a black mask and a dark grey hooded cloak that wraps his body. You notice even though it looks as though he is walking, no trace of his steps are left behind. Most of his body is hidden from view, only making it so that a rough idea of his form can be determined.
Malek: "Wishbearer Chale of the Djinnar"
A woman with flowing red hair and a natural beauty to her, steps into the room. With each step, the ground shakes and trembles gently beneath her feet. She wears heavy leather armor and walks as if the ground beneath her might give way if she were to tread lightly. Across her back you see a shield and hanging from her waist a small lamp.
Malek: "Spiritwalker Dor of the Children of Fate"
A beautiful woman with dark braided hair, wearing a long silk dress and a red cloak, comes into the room, making each step with purpose as if judging the ground beneath her feet. She weighs the consequences of each step as if the wrong step could change the course of the world.
Malek: "Soulshifter Erwin of the Runebearers"
A cheery and auburn haired woman walks in wearing light leather armor with a wild look in her eyes. She is completely relaxed and looks to the others with a large smile. She wields no weapons, but when you look at her, you get the feeling that she does not have a need for such crude tools.
Malek: "Lorekeeper Peran of the Archivists"
A slender young man with solid white hair an white eyes walks into the room. Looking at each of the others as if reading a story about what they have been through since he last saw them. He has a hand resting upon a book strapped to his side. He looks at Belfan for a moment with a questioning look upon his face?
Ryje and Dor both look to a shadowy corner of the tent that you kind of feel the need to just ignore as you scan the room
Ryje: "Belfan, you can come out now."
a similar looking figure emerges from the shadows in the tents corner, removing his mask as he does so. Revealing a tan skinned young man with a large white tattoo of a butterfly covering the majority of his face.
Belfan: "I guess I'm still no match for you and Dor. At least some of you fell for it."
Erwin: "Hmph. You didn't get past me. I could smell you!" she says as she lets out a small laugh
Chale: "I could see the impression you left in the elements. You will have do better to get past me."
Belfan looking defeated, looks towards Alendra
Alendra: looking up with a scrunched up face "Well, you tricked me at least."
Ryje: smilling softly "It is good to see you all. We can catch up later. For now, I must know. Did you succeed in achieving what I asked of you?"
everyone of them smiles back at Ryje
Malek: "Sir, if I may ask........does this mean the war will be over soon?"
Ryje: "Yes Malek, we will end it tomorrow morning. Then we can finally rest."
Peran: "Ryje, I have spent some time thinking on it and I have recently come to understand your plan. Are you sure this is the route you wish to take?"
Ryje: "Yes. We will end this war, and then we..."