Feb 26 05:35:30 106 PA

From Chronicles

There will be word filtering through the streets over the last few hours. Sudden and intense. A call for those who might stand up against the dark forces that have plagued Kingsdale for the last months. Those who fear not death and who might risk it all to give aid to the city in its time of need.

This is where those people are told to come and the time dictated nears. The response is admirable. A score of mercenaries, mages and otherwise will have gathered by now, a few more filtering in as the moments pass. most have gathered about the fountain, but none seem to know just what is going on yet. Thus they've broken into small clusters, mostly. Familiar faces drawing attention amongst their number. Some new friendships stuck up, old rivalries grumbled over. But nothing too harsh nor disruptive yet. A bit off to the side of the group will be a man who doesn't mingle, but watches those who have gathered. An ordinary looking fellow in heavy combat armor, quietly rubbing his few days growth of stubble. It's obvious that some here recognize him, as a few others might. The mercenary who was at the gates that

Jaxain is in a quiet shadow, waiting and watching patiently too see what happens. Others can do the talking on this day.

Vixen is keeping a little distance herself, all the better to get a lot of good shots with her camera. Only half mingling with the mercs prior to get some close ups when it looked like they might not try and hurt her for taking their images. Only a few have that kind of look. Now that she's satisfied her close up lust, she hangs off to the side a bit, panning her camera about. Occasionally coming to a pause on the notable merc, as if he might do something impressive all of a sudden.

When the call made it to Jelani's Tirzah wasnt sure she'd get to go. But then Jelani made the uncommon appearance and told her.. "Take that new guy and the on clal mercs down there. Cant do business if the city aint here. Or do you want relocate to Lazlo?" So Tirzah brought Jax and the mercs down to the Library and here she waits.

Alistair makes his way over after hearing this and that about a gathering. He wasn't too far away - some sort of premonition perhaps? Who could tell. He smiles brightly as he makes his way into the throng of people and greets anyone who looks like they might not mind being greeted.

The library and its garden is a popular haunt for many, Leonard included, regardless of the call for aid. Still, he answers it, as intrigued as most others of the ominous force(s) that have plagued the city, and the means to be rid of them.

The gathering itself is just as unusual as the choice of meeting place. So many trigger-happy, armed and armored mercs in one spot has its own risks, and Leonard attempts to keep a respectable distance from the more rude of bickering sorts. When not on alert for some sort of brawl to break out, his eyes wander intermittently to the camerawoman as she pans through the crowd.

Sebastien swung through briefly once, a scarred head and a quick eye here and there, smiling until he spied that mercenary from the gates. A deep set frown creased his features, his visage tilting slightly to the right as the skin doesn't hold quite right to his stern expression. Then as readily as he'd come he disappeared. Now, that the room is increasingly more fill, a pair of armored figures press in. One in a suit of battle-scarred Crusader, pig-nosed helmet firmly locked in place, and the second in repainted old-style CS armor. Neither helmet betrays an expression, though their shoulders touch at that very rearmost position. Both appear armed to some degree. Waiting.

The Dead Boy belongs to Katsumi, if one knows her. It`s an internal police`s armor, with spikes and the insignia of the psi-stalkers, but the painting are different of the regular black one. The owner is in relaxed position, staring at a point of the distance.

Most people would assume its a demon that walks in at first glance. Red body, twisted looking face, hardened looking skin. But upon closer inspection, it would appear more alien looking armor than its true shape. The plates shift and move as if armor, and the face has straps on it. There is also a somewhat small flag sticking out of its back, with a circle and eight arms extending out of it. Two swords, very familiar to those who know Hamamoto on the belt, along with a tessen, or a pear shaped looking fan in the other side.

The known merc off to the side. Johnny to some, unnamed to most, shifts as the gathering swells a bit more. Straightening, he turns and starts to move out of the garden at a casual pace, headed back towards the library proper. A few eyes go his way. but no one seems to be too bothered. Curious surely, but they linger. The noted time is getting close as he departs from the garden itself.

Vixen is focused on her work, so she doesn't actually noted Leo until her shot pans over him. There is a brief pause of the pan and a slight quirk of her lips, but she resumes her smooth camera motions, picking up on the movement of Johnny. Tracking him a bit as he goes towards the library itself.

Tirzah crosses her arms as the wait continues. Slight nods in greeting to those she knows but not much inspiration to start a discussion that should be interrupted eminently. Though she gives a smirk to Sebastien and his partner.

"Hello Miss Tirzah" says Alistair, spotting her a moment later, "And Miss Vixen" he smiles, and waves as well to Sebastien and Jaxain. "Wow, it looks like everyone's here" he comments absent-mindedly. Spotting the weird CS armor he pauses for a moment. His expression grows a bit serious, and he turns away from it. "Hmph."

Leonard courteously waits for the view of the camera to pass before making any gesture more overt than a smile... and by then it is too late as attention turns to Johnny Q. Merc. His own eyes follow briefly, as well, curious. "For an organized call, this seems somewhat... unorganzied." The opinion is noted to no one in particular, and those known or recognizable to him receive a polite nod. The last, that to the pig-nosed helm towards the rear, is halted in mid-greet as his spiked companion is noted.

The young knight just sits there outwardly stoic, though the pig-nosed head turns as that mercenary leaves. He takes a step, head swiveling back towards the room, one hand instinctively falling to his scabbard. His fingers play at the pommel of his sword a moment before he rolls out of the room, following that merc.

The man in the red armor slowly removes the twisted looking face mask, and a young asian face appears from behind it. He leavs it unstrapped as he walks quite calmly over to a bit of wall, and stands there, waiting on whoever or whatever that is supposed to occur. Those few he knows of will get a nod in greeting, but hamamoto's eyes looked quite focused, scanning the room.

The faint whine of a rocket motor can be heard getting closer. Eventually an insectiod-looking form drops down in garden yard. Drops, literally.. as the jetpack its wearing is cut off a little above the ground, so as not to blast anyone standing around on the ground. Vargus rights himself and pauses a moment, then straightens upright and pulls his cloak over his back and the jet assembly. A minute or so later, a large chrome eagle flies down to alight on his right shoulder. Vargus remains in the back of the crowd, and folds his arms across his chest, ridged helmet-thing angling around to look at the group gathered in the garden.

Some minutes after the merc steps out, he will return. But he won't be alone. Trailing directly behind him will be a young woman with bright, obviously dyed red hair, red tinted goggles and light armor done up with flame markings at the forearms, shins and about the neck. She looks entirely bored, thumbs hooked in her utility belt. Behind her comes a slight figure in a dark blue cloak, his cowl drawn up. The shape of him could be familiar to some who have yet seen him before, with his slender sword at his hip and bow dangling from a sling at his opposite side. Behind him, the hulking form of a massive dog boy, his heavy combat armor and two handed vibro sword his only obvious possessions. And lastly another man will trail behind. This one obviously a mage, the distinctive robe and tech visored facemask touched here and there with mystical charms and markings.

Almost at once, there is a ripple effect amongst the gathered. Starting with those who noted the mercenary most. Murmurs that often include 'the elf' in varied tones spread quickly and most of the din of talk silences on its own. Though the silence is an uneasy one. The five move towards a central position facing the gathered, in a line of the same marching order that they entered with. Only then does he draw his hood back. The silence is sudden and total. Every eye should know this face. For everyone has at least once seen it in a dream recently. A very dark and disturbing dream. The young, platinum blonde elf speaks, his voice rising to be heard, yet still carrying with a gentleness. "I thank you all for coming." The variety amongst the mute response is obvious. Positive, negative, ambiguous.. there is a face for so many shades of each and the tension in the air is palpable.

Vixen catches on the sudden shift of things despite not having her attention towards the library entrance when the five emerge. She glances, then quickly orients her camera towards them. Slow steps to the side used to keep the obstructions to her view minimal while moving her a little closer to the 'front' as defined by their passage. "Gold," she murmurs under her breath the moment the hood is drawn, unable to keep from grinning widely.

Tirzah smiles warmly to Alistiar in return of his greeting before the guests arrive. Turning to face them she gives a slight nod, appearing curious about whats to be said and done today.

Alistair glances about him as said ripple effect takes place. He hehs softly and looks back to where the Elf and company have come about - he waves a hand, "Hello Mr. Tamiril" he greets politely, "And Johnny and Raja too. And miss - and sir" his manner pleasant as usual. His atention is drawn to a snicker or two directed at his own antics and he blushes faintly, biting his lip.

Leonard focuses his attention upon the arriving guests, and apparent source of the gathering. He takes a few steps closer, intrigued and anxious to learn of what is to be said, without any gasp or opinion. The young man did not experience any visions of the elf, but he did witness some of his capabilities first hand.

The young knight maintains his speed, following at a reasonable distance while keeping an eye on that merc. One glance is spared over his right shoulder, back to the others, but his journey lies ahead. Or perhaps not. He remains outside the garden for long minutes, and drifts in again sometime after the elf's entourage, resuming his place at the back of the assembled. Less able to hear, perhaps, but with solid concrete pressed behind his steel plate. He bumps the CS-armored suit nearby with an elbow, waving over the mercenary clan with an expressive hand. His helmet muffling and subduing whatever it is he might be saying.

You paged Sebastien with 'Didn't quite notice the fullness of your pose before. All you would have seen in the merc finding his companions in a discreet place inside the library. They were hanging out, waiting behind some stacks at a table. Books close(the elf/canine and mage) and they went back in at once. The canine, Raja, would have eyeballed you very closely for following them, but a touch from the elf stays any sort of reaction.'

The man in the red armor, Hamamoto by the mon,looks a bit confused at the effect these people seems to have on those gathered here. He then glances over to the three people, tilting his head to the side as if trying to puzzle out why they would have this effect on those gathered. Finally, he just gives a bit of a shrug and watches, listening to their words, and resting his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

Vargus stands where he is, apparently having arrived just in time. Recognition doesn't register with him; first time seeing anyone of the five up there. He remains where he is, watching and occasionally looking around the gathered group since many of them seem to have encountered at least some of the hosts before, judging by the sounds when they made their appearance.

Alistair's greetings bring a small smile and nod from Tamiril, the elf. He then begins to speak to all present. "I am Tamiril Lin'dea," said elf states, his eyes sweeping across the gathered in slow, all encompassing sweeps. "No doubt many, if not all of you know my face if what I have heard is true. No doubt many of you have questions.. concerns about me and my intentions. I hope to alleviate these now. And once I have finished speaking, you may ask any questions you might desire of me. I will answer them as best I can."

The others remain standing to the sides of Tamiril. The merc looks concerned. Perhaps even a bit wary as he considers the large gathering of mostly armed individuals before him. Alistair's greeting will get him a slight nod and a moment of attention, but Johnny is distracted. The flame themed woman looks bored, fidgeting a bit and glancing from face to face before her without much pattern. The big canid watches the gathering with an open air of alert caution, his tall, broad frame straight and just slightly rigid as he watches the people before him carefully. He responds to Alistair's greeting with a few moments of stare, but little else. The last, the masked mage, stands calmly, his hands serenely linked before him and his gaze stable, as much as one can tell.

"Firstly, I would tell you that I am not here to bring harm to this city or the people within it. I have followed a call, along with those who stand beside me, to face a threat to not just this city, but the whole of this world. Perhaps my words are not so convincing to some of you, but I give them nonetheless. That call, from the one who I follow most faithfully, has now shown me the path that must be taken. It will be a dangerous path. One into the very center of the enemy's power, in a sense. A step into a nightmare. Yet it is a step I will take.. a step my friends will take. And, should some of you so choose it, a step you two can take. THere is something there. Something that we need to turn back this tide and it falls to us to retrieve it. Without this object, all will be lost. With it, we have a chance. This is the call I now give. I will understand if there are those who will not heed it. I'm sure you have your reasons for that. But for those who will, I give my deepest thanks in the now." He then falls silent and folds his hands together before him. The floor opened.

Vixen zooms in on the elf once he starts speaking, dipping to a knee to steady her shot. And so she listens to the talk intently, keeping the shot focused through the brief speech. And when he stops speaking, seeming to allow for questions to be asked, she's quick to belt one out, barely a moment spent to think. "Where is this center of power? Why not let the government know? We could send an army."

Tirzah listens carefully before steeping forward, some of the mercs she works with following her lead. "Well jeeze, Why didn't you just tell us it'd be just like work. Well maybe a bit more dangerous than the usual destination asked for by our clients, but a challenge keeps the senses sharp. I'm in." She states firm and bold, eyes burning with excitement.

Alistair looks back to the faux-stage and listens to what's being said. "I guess I'll help however I can if its going to be a fight against this fog thing" he says cheerfully, his smile spreading a little. He glances to Tirzah then, "Wow, Miss Tirzah is fired up!" A bit of chuckling from around him, driving another blush.

"As the threat seems from another world, I expect this relic is, as well." Leonard takes another step towards the central group, pausing not far behind Vixen the videographer. "What do you know of the threat, itself? The more that is known, the better it can be fought."

The young knight folds armored arms before him, settling against the wall. His head shifts slighty, from one speaker to the next, a dark lump of steel in the corner amongst the other hard cases. A quiet noise, almost a hiccup, escapes his pig-nosed helmet at Alistair's comment. Though for once he seems to know enough to keep his big mouth shut. "And this holy grail, the promise of our salvation," Sebastien speaks up from the peanut gallery. "To be clear -- is this relic lost somewhere on the Earth, or is it a weapon currently possessed by the unliving horde?"

"I have but three questions. When, where, and what does it matter where this thing is? Go, get it, and make sure all the living dead are returned to their natural state." The man in the red armor finally speaks up. "It is the duty of the samurai to fight such menaces. I, for one, will not shirk that duty, no matter what the reason." He looks a bit bored, and his speech tone is a bit flat, but otherwise...firm and resolute.

Vargus stands listening to the speach, his face twists a few times inside his gooey helmet, which sets the exterior to wriggle a little around his face. His voice seems to slip through the material just fine, "Is this... through a rift, that is suspended over a nexus in the center of a large lake? I've seen a bit of that before, and an odd vision of passing through it.. fields of bones, and something about a city called Kit'a're? Is that part of this at all?" There's a pregnant pause after he stops speaking, his tone makes it quite clear that he's uncertain if he wants it to be relavant or not. Vargus turns to look over at Hammamoto, smirking a bit under his chitin and walks over to where the other is standing. He reaches up and runs a hand over his face, the covering pealing back to reveal his face. He nods to the other and looks back to the dias.

Tamiril listens to the talk, some of the questions asked by several in higher and lower tones. He waits patiently for the noise to settle as he lifts a hand. A gentle signal for quiet. Once it is, he starts to speak again. "I think some of you misunderstand. This is not going to be a simple walk or drive to a place that is easily accessible. There will be no Coalition, nor few odd, otherworldly beasts as is common in the wilds here. There will be no familiar landmarks, no safe, secure feeling to be had where we will be going." His gentle voice grows serious in saying this. "My Lord will be providing us passage. We will be stepping into a world like this one. One where the inhabitants did not stand against the dark tide. A dead world that is fully in sway across the whole of it. In essence, a glimpse of what could be if we fail. Not the source of them, but a focused center of their power. We do not go to fight.. to win a great victory, though no doubt many of you hunger for this. We go there to find what is needed and escape before there is enough notice that they can find and overwhelm us. For if we get into a pitched struggle, we will lose."

The young elf then looks towards Vargus, answering his questions directly. "I have not heard of this rift.. this city, no. But I have been warned that the enemy has laid traps for those foolish enough to take them without guidance. We shall travel there not by the whim of our foe, but by the grace of my Lord, near to where we need to be. And once there, the gods willing, we shall quickly find what we require and be gone."

He then speaks more generally. "I will not promise ease in this. We may be going to die, should they grow wise to us before our task is complete. But this must be attempted. Else there may be no other way to turn back the tide and our world too will become a dead one." He breathes out softly. "I go because it is my duty." He looks to either side of him. "I have asked them as well the same question. They go with me, which fills my heart with hope." He then scans the gathered. "So too, I would ask some of you to accompany me. A select few, for if too many an army as suggested, goes we risk too much attention. A balance must be held. I will accept all who offer their services with warm welcome, though only a few might come with us."

Vixen listens to and films the lot of it with a subtle widening of her eyes. At the same time a sense of both eager curiosity and trepidation war in her expression. The internal conflict staying her from speaking again, perhaps. Or simply she has not yet considered a further question to be asked. But she keeps filming, shifting from speaker to speaker as questions and answers roll back and forth. Tirzah snickers softly but forgives the elf for not realizing what Jelani employs her and her cowroker's for. Giving an simple nod of acceptance she does not step back, though she does cast a sidelong glance at Jax, curious if he is on the job.

"Who is it that gives you your guidance Mr. Tamiril?" Alistair inquires curiously after listening to all that - it all sounds somewhat familiar in this way or that. He does maintain a pleasant demeanor as before, though - the promises of hardship don't seem to phase him outwardly.

"My services are offered, and may well be needed. Foreign worlds happen to be a specialty." Dire risk or no, Leonard can hardly turn down such a poignant need of his talents, nor the chance at a little exploration. The risk might even be somewhat less for him, personally.

Sebastien nods slowly, peering aside at the various assembled. "Visit exciting new places, meet exotic people and kill them..." he murmurs, a frown audible on his voice when he presently adds, "again." The young man wonders again, aloud, "And what is it that happens here, at home, with all of us thrown deep into the pits of Hell?"

"I am far from home." Hamamoto speaks quietly, giving the odd man in armor a simple nod of his head (Vargus). "My home, and my lord, is on the other side of the world. As of yet, I have no way to return home. I have little of my code that I can follow because of this. These people, here in this area, they seem like good people for the most part. Except for a section of eta, there seems to be mostly good hard -working people. I would be remiss to turn my back on them now. If I go to another world, dimension, or alternate place of earth, it simply doesn't matter. Its part of the code I can do something about. I would like the chance to do so." His words, though American, and somewhat accented, but he seems serious enough. his hand resting on his hilt lightly.

Vargus opens his mouth, drawing breath to pose a question, then holds it and snaps his jaw shut as Alistair voices that which he was about to. He nods after Leonard speaks, as well, "Yup. I'll lend a hand... dimensional wanderer here, as well." He grins at Hamamoto, "Damn... that sounded more eloquent then my 'woo'..." he shakes his head a little.

"My Lord is Yeshoth. He is not a known deity or deeply powerful amongst those who are better known. One who does not spread his name as others do," Tamiril answers plainly. "He is a guardian of the natural order, a watcher who is vigilant to the currents of this world and the threats to it." He looks to Sebastien then as he speaks. "This i know not. In all liklihood things will remain as they are now. If we are quiet enough, perhaps the enemy will not know what we have done until it is too late. If we are discovered and succeed, times may grow harder until the time has come to end this. But that time is not far off, should we secure the relic we need." The lingering offers of aid draw a smile from the elf. It echoed by several others amongst the gathered. "I am glad that there are those who would risk such odds." He looks to his left, towards the mage opposite the tall dog boy. "Hector, if you please. Begin to collect the information of those who would come. That we might contact them when the time comes and select those who will accompany us."

The masked mage does just that, stepping forward, a small notebook and pencil drawn from within his robes. As Tamiril begins to speak again, he will start to filter about the gathered to take their information. "I would ask that you all prepare as you will. But keep this in mind. Though you should be prepared for a great battle, you should also be prepared to move in stealth. We wish to go as far as we might undetected. If at all possible, I would prefer we avoid a battle altogether. But this I cannot promise, thus come ready for this eventuality."

Vixen is frowning faintly by this time. Thoughtful, her camera work suffering just a little from it. Her attention shifts as others speak their willingness to go into this uncertain situation. She, notably, is one of those who has yet to speak, though she does watch Hector move about quietly, whilst keeping her camera on the speaking action.

Tirzah writes down her info and gives Jelani's card when Hectar comes around. Her posture casual and relaxed. Heck it was a job she got to volunteer for. Not a "Have your shit together at the hanger a 5am babe." Smirking she looks around to see who else signs up.

Alistair hmms softly - but hey, a deity is a deity. He looks over to Hector then and when he aproaches, Alistair gives details for himself and Caliopa, since she mentioned that she'd like to help out - though the latter is done with some reservation. He takes a deep breath and looks about slowly.

Sebastien nods slowly at that revelation, glancing at Vargus. His shoulders rise and fall, pig-nosed helmet turning to ponder the other armored figure. He edges towards the crowd, to make the mark that is his name. "Let us hope your lord is a benevolent one," the knight notes softly. "I think many of us may die in his name. But if we do, perhaps we will not see him after all? Perhaps we will be pressed into eternal service to come and rape our loved ones?" He lets that hang, and shakes his head before turning to walk out of the room.

"Thank you." Hamamoto tells Vargus quietly. He then looks back to the man coming around, and looks over to Seb, frowning slightly. "I will go to the Jade Heaven, thank you." He then looks back to the man when he gets here. He gives his name slowly, spelling it out.

Vargus waits for Hamamoto to complete his information transfer, then gives his own to the wandering mage. He looks back up to the elf. "Do you have a target date picked out for this venture? Or you going to get a 'sign from above' and then call us all to evac from the hangar at like five-am?"

"I cannot speak for what will happen s hould any fall. But if it is possible any who do, we shall attempt to return them to this place, to be properly laid to rest," Tamiril states, his voice firm on this point. "I would not wish any to be pressed into service by the enemy. None deserve such a fate." Of course, Sebastien's words seem to lead some to hesitate in signing. Others don't hesitate at all. Tamitil will smile slightly at Vargus. "There is no specific date, but it will be soon. Events are nearly in line. This i have been told and believe for my faith as seen me to this place through great adversity."

When Vixen is confronted with Hector, she looks up at him quietly. Nipping at her lip lightly. She lets the camera dip some as she glances down, staring at the notepad a moment. Then she breathes out and murmurs her info to Hector. A touch breathless, but otherwise she seems stable. And after she continues to shoot things, but her distraction has grown some.

"No dying!" Alistair tells Sebastien with a frown, crossing his arms over his chest. Perhaps he's the 'what happens happens' type. He looks around to see that people are signing up for the trip. He frowns again, faintly, mulling something over apparently.

The information given Tirzah turns to her cpmraderie with a motivating wave of her hands. "Back to work fellas. You've still got to refit the ATV remember?" She reminds them with some grumbles. Turning back she spots Alistair and gives him a sly wink before heading out herself.

Sebastien, who was pressing his way out after signing up, continues! His armored back trails out, either overwhelmed or completely unconcerned. Maybe he needs to see a man about a horse?

After the information is given out, Hamamoto then looks around. "If there is nothing else, then I should retire as well. I have to oversee some final preperations for my lands if I do not return." With that, he buckles on his facemask once more.

Vargus looks around as well, seeing things beginning to break up. He angles his head up at the open sky, then shakes his head and looks to the inside of the library, and heads back to the city on foot, rather then the way he arrived.

As it seems that questions are no longer being asked, Tamiril says, "You may all go as you like. Thank you for com ing, all of you. May this night be a restful one." With that he turns towards Johnny, sharing soft words with him. THe man glances towards the elf, a bit startled. But relaxes and responds back. The flame themed young woman wanders off herself, filtering with those who start to leave almost at once, whilst the tall dog boy re mains near to Tamiril, watching the moving bodies alertly.

Vixen turns back to her shooting quietly, focusing on it quietly. Tightly focused as she eases back once the things start to break up. Catching a few last shots of the people here. She'll be one of the last to leave in the end.

Alistair starts on his way towards the Elf now, biting his lip. He eyes Raja for a moment, since he's probably still getting the eye from him. He smiles and turns his attention back to the Elf. "A lot of people that wish to go can fight. Some are really good at it, but some are not ... and I think the latter will be going also - can your ... magic help protect them all?" he asks.

Raja will indeed be watching Alistair, gazing at him with a tight focused intensity. Tamiril, however, will turn towards him with a warm expression. The question considered quietly as it is asked. "I cannot promise anything, Alistair," he says truthfully. Sadly. "I can promise that I will do my best and I my prayers will be with all who would travel with me. Yeshoth willing, all will return whole, though where we go.. I doubt any can hope to emerge from the place untouched. I have glimpsed it.. perhaps you have too in the dreams. It is not a place any would wish to even visit, I do think. And we will be in the midst of it in the flesh, rather than in dreams."

"I am not worried about that" says Alistair, "The sights, I mean. It isn't new, even if it is a whole world" he explains, shrugging his shoulders a touch. "But .. I, am worried" he pauses, and exhales slowly, "I'm not very experienced, and Cali wants to go too and I'm not going to let her go alone."

Tamiril reaches out to take Alistair's hand gently, looking into his eyes. "You do not have to go.. neither does she. As you have seen, there are many who do wish to go." He gives the hand a squeeze. "I am worried as well. I do not wish others to die.. if I thought I could accomplish this alone, I would not allow others to risk themselves. Despite that, I must ask, but I only ask. There is no demand, there is not shame in not going."

"It isn't like that" says Alistair, his expression softening a little, maybe the touch helps. "It is certainly my duty to deal with those, and Cali feels the need to also. Perhaps it was a pointless thing to say that I worry - I guess everyone does" his brows hike up a touch.

"Those who do not are foolish," Tamiril states softly. "That or they simply do not understand the gravity of what is to come. There the dead will be legion. A world where all are dead or risen abominations. If any could think to step into such a place without fear.. who can speak for their sanity?" He shakes his head. "I am frightened to do so, but resolute. Go, speak with her. Be certain of what you both wish. If you do not come, I will understand. I know you will deny this, but humor me and my assurances to you. Please?"

Alistair nods his head in agreement, "Oh yes - how to pick people?" he smiles, tilting his head a little, "I will speak with her, of course" he nods his head, and hms softly. "But that would imply you are already thinking of taking us then" he comments, his brows hiking up a little. "If that was not presumptuous, may I ask why?"

"I am not yet choosing anyone," Tamiril says. "I speak only of your decision in the now. I will discuss this with my friends and commune with my Lord and through this will a decision be made." He glances towards Johnny who grins, though without mirth. "Don't know much about his god myself, but its been right enough to be listened to," the merc offers.

"Eheh" Alistair smiles sheepishly. "Thank you then" he replies, "Either way, you know where to find us - should we decide not to come though, we will let you know ahead of time" he explains - it is just courtesy after all. "Do you have a reception party planned?"

"I am not sure yet. THere may not be time for it, but if there is, such an event might prove positive." Tamiril smiles and gives Alistair's hand one last squeeze. By now almost everyone is gone. "Be well, Alistair. You and your friend." He smiles gently, then lets him go. With Hector coming to join the other three, they turn and move deeper into the garden. Time for a private discussion.