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Post by spawind on Mar 8, 2015 0:41:48 GMT
Flicking at his braid, the tall elf seems to be pouring over various scrolls and reports, frowning as information came his way. He was working with the local mage guild to come to grips with some information about the goings on over the past moons with everything that has been happening underground. He sighed, shaking his head slightly, "No, no... That doesn't make sense... How can that formulation have anything to do with...?" He pauses, looking up and pursing his lips, obviously forgetting where he was for a time.
A aide then walked in, looking somber and walking over to him. In silence, he passed over two pieces of parchment as Lysandus began to read. He lowered his eyes to read and ended up simply staring at the information. Murmuring softly, he uttered a prayer, seeming almost crest-fallen at the apparent news. His eyes shone slightly as his attention turned to the aide, "Please send my condolences to the Traldan Church. If you find any further information, let me know and if there is anything I can do to assist at this time, please have them contact me."
His attention turned back to his books, seeming lost, but the man was focused, or trying not to be focused, on what had transpired this day, "May the pair rest in peace." And with that, a gesture to the barkeep and a murmur of, "A rum, if you would be so kind. I think one to commemorate is in order." And with that, he drank in silence.
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Post by mcbale on Mar 9, 2015 20:43:53 GMT
Grayson walks slowly into the Barras, his face pale and drawn, it looks like he hasn't slept. He walks up to the bar and orders a pint. Looking around he recognises Lysandus, picking up his drink, he walks over to where he's sitting. He speaks quietly "Lysandus, may I join you? It does not do for a man to drink alone, especially in a time of such sorrow."
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Post by spawind on Mar 9, 2015 20:48:16 GMT
Lysanus looked up, bobbing his head slightly, "Feel free. I doubt I will be particularly good company. Simply focusing my attention on the scrolls that need writing for the local mages..." Then he sighed, "Tell me Greyson, how are you holding together. You were closer to the pair than I." He also slid over a small bottle.
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Post by mcbale on Mar 9, 2015 20:56:41 GMT
Gray considers his response for a few seconds before replying *sighing* he speaks "In all honesty, I don't know, I only met Seryn a handful of times, but her loss is still a blow. Elandowyn on the other hand, I met on the day my adventuring career started. We stood together before the Primate of Githas and quite a few other things besides. She was an amazing woman, they both were." Gray eyes the bottle with interest, slowly he picks it up and sniffs the contents.
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Post by spawind on Mar 9, 2015 21:25:26 GMT
Lysandus exhales somewhat, a troubled expression on his features, "I shall be honest, Grayson. I am not particularly good at consolement. Listening certainly, but actually being able to do something about it to support? Not so much." Putting his quill down, he would reach to a small goblet with a dark red liquid within and swirl it somewhat, almost transfixed, "Business in the south kept me away, or I might have been there. Perhaps there was something that could have been done for them."
He shook his head then, a wry smile on his face, "But, we live in a world where a single what if can destroy the resolve of what it is we need to do. You know this as well as I." He lifted his goblet to sip, "What news have you from Dunlirron, Grayson? Anything of interest for me?" And then yet again, an aide walks in to deliver another notice. Reading it, this one would make him pause as well, sighing, "Seems to be the cycle for it, I suppose."
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Post by mcbale on Mar 9, 2015 22:40:01 GMT
Gray places the bottle back on the table and thinks for a moment "Consolement isn't really of any interest, I am back in Barra to start planning my next move. As for Dunlirron there is certainly an undead problem again, see a fair few Death Knights recently. There's some sort of prophecy about a chalice, 6 champions of an ancient lost tribe that was used to be very powerful. So the usual really, I think I may have seen the chalice in actual fact a few months ago, it was claimed by a Priestess of Sidhe but after that I am unsure."
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Post by spawind on Mar 9, 2015 22:52:03 GMT
"A chalice, you say? Interesting." He rubbed his jaw briefly before exhaling, "And why is it always the undead? Why can it not be something that is easier to tend to?" A subtle pause before exhaling, "It appears that our original plans for dealing with a deathknight, due to recent events have become... obsolete." A shake of the head, before returning to the conversation at hand, "Barra is a nice place to be. It is my intent to find a place outside of the Guild where I can study. We shall see, I suppose."
"I'd offer to help in this undead problem, but given my current... state..." He glances briefly at his legs, "I find myself unable to maneuver myself around particularly well and Dunlirron isn't the... smoothest of places to adventure, as much as I may want to." He smiles slightly, "However, as always, I am here for any magical knowledge that may be needed or necessary, as we have previously discussed."
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