Marcas enters the cathedral.

[dragon1099]

"Errr so what happened? Either you to a blow to the head we all missed & this is slightly more worrying. You just had a visit from the Master of the Between? Marcas you worry me somewhat....."

[mcbale]

Marcas shakes his head, looking around, his eyes refusing to focus.
"I think I just received our first piece of information." He takes a deep breath before starting to speak, his voice low so he won't be overheard.
"The Heretics are being lead by Hytalia but there is more to her than meets the eye and she is never where seems to be, whatever that means.
We have to find the Dwarven Priest of Longstor Elandowyn has been looking for.
The Lord of In Between was good enough to tell us where the thing responsible for stealing the life from the people is hiding, at the top of the high tower and that whatever the green light touches is taken. He also told us that she is hoarding the power she has stolen for herself and her closest followers." Marcas leans forward, his head in his hands.
"The last part of the message was a warning, there are three main followers of the one who is responsible for stealing this power. Patrick the Perfect, Leon the Lover and Eric, only described as simply exquisite. Her other followers are to the south near the mountains. Finally, we have 4 potential allies but only 3 will fight for us when the time comes."
As he finishes Marcas slumps back against the pew, evidently exhausted.

[Dragon Claire]

Elandowyn stares taking it all in.

"Are you sure you are alright Marcas? I'd feel better if you'd let me check you over" her hand is already in her physicians bag fishing around for drugs and bandages.

"Not being where we think she is makes sense. After all I had believed we had killed her on 3 occasions previously. I have also been through the bowels of the tower but not the top so no wonder this was not found. The Longstorian priest is the only one of the dwarves I cannot locate. I would think he'd have gone to one of the wild places rather than the towns or villages though.
Four allies but only 3 would fight. Hmm... we have the Torrance elders, the Dwarven priests and the Fae. There is either a forth ally to find or the fae count as two. The army of salvation perhaps if they are still operating in the area?"

[mcbale]

"I am fine Elandowyn, but if you wish to make sure, go ahead."

He sits back, looking up at the ceiling.
"A fourth ally, hmmmm, I wonder? I was told a rumour a few moons past about a village inhabited by Foulspawn? As much as it pains me to even consider it, maybe we could approach them? I suppose I could also speak with Baron McGowan, see if there are any amongst his household who would lend their aid."
Marcas closes his eyes as if tired or in pain, lets out a long sigh.

"The Dwarf priest must be found at all costs, his safety must be made a priority. We also need the rest of the information, there are gaps that must be filled."

[Dragon Claire]

"your right of course. The dwarves felt they needed to be together to do something."

She goes quiet for a few moments her eyes closed in thought she speaks the Lady's name and her a moment or two later she stagers dizzily and falls to her knees then her eyes snap open and speaks rapidly without moving.

"I can see dark elves in the mountains wearing symbols of the six and invoking their names. Unlikely to be those in Netherburn directly but could be the mountains to the north. May also be the dark elves of the mountains near Puddock but their use of necromancy makes that unlikely.

I can see four groups standing together, The dwarves, the fae, the Elders and those in black clothing that I do not reckogise I feel the the sense of tretchery flicker between them as well as doom. Neither settles on any group as though the fate is uncertain.

I can see light and feel the presence of the seven. I see priests tending to those afflicted. I see their miricles working. I feel I conection being severed and a chain breaking. I see the heritics scatter. Something is lost and they care only to save themselves.

I see the dwarves walking into a thick darkness. I am walking behind them. I hear them chanting and praying I hear myself invoke the seven I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I can feel myself floating above Clydesdale passing over Barra towards the sunset. I set down within a marsh, by Dreich perhaps, before a dwarf in green. The air is filled with the scent of rotting flesh and death and moaning wind.

I see Hytalia and sense Githas' favour. I see many priests across the land turn and bow to her as leader. I fear she may be a Primate.

The scene changes she is making preparations for a journey. I see her mask I see her use it to change places with another of her followers. I see her try to to do this again but it fails. She looks to the Silver Catacombs and curses..."

As Elandowyn finishes speaking she gasps and falls forward onto the floor exhausted.

[mcbale]

Marcas catches Elandowyn's arm as she falls and helps her back onto the pew.
His face has gone totally white with shock, his hands tremble slightly.
"A.....A Primate? here? why would she be in Clydesdale of all places?"
Marcas shakes his head slowly, flexing his fingers as he does so,"As I see it, this doesn't change things much. We still need to find the Priest and whoever these people in black are. We just need the last piece of information."

[Dragon Claire]

"As I have said before, Hytalia was originally from Torrence. Primates are the most senior member of the church in the area. If I were the most senior Traldan in Ithron and Lirron, and of course human, then the fact I am in Clydesdale would be no hinderence. I know she is powerful she is a High Mother that is to be suspected and it explains how she was cheating death if it was not her but one of these masks. A mask was left behind each time she fell as I recall."

She thinks for a moment "It seems getting the dwarves together is a priority. The marshes by Driech seems to be the best place to start."