Mar 20 00:34:07 106 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Sun Mar 20 00:34:07 106 PA.
It's not too hard to find out where one might find the elf. He's made several irregular appearances here, ever with the imposing shadow of the big dog boy that often walks with him. Lots of people talk about that big canine and his dirty looks. And this evening will be no exception. Tamiril the elf will be sitting beside the big canine, Raja, near to the fountain at the center of the garden. The two have a few books near to them, with one of them open on Raja's lap. The big canine stares at the words on the page hard, but listens close as the elf speaks. "Sand," the elf prompts, to which the big canine responds in a rough, gravely voice a musical word that is mangled coming from him, but recognizable to those who know Dragonese.
Entering the garden with the slight trepidation of one not entirely familiar with a large, officious building, Celaeno takes a moment in the entranceway to shake off the feeling. One hand slips to her breast pocket as she begins idly taking in the room, unscrewing a flask for the briefest of nips before recapping it, and sliding it back into its place of storage. As her eyes settle on the elf, and subsequently the dog boy, she gives a shrug before approaching them, attention focusing on the elf for the moment, and ultimately ignoring the dragonese. "So, I hear you're the one to talk to about what's been going on, huh? Want a nip?" she offers, hand beginning to reach into her coat again.
Raja pays great attention to Cel when she starts to approach. His head lifting, snapping towards her in a quick snap. A low rumble rolling forth from his throat, stilling a moment later when Tamiril's hand lifts, touching his shoulder lightly. "Raja," he says softly before looking to the woman himself, just in time to receive the offer. His eyes move towards the flask, then her eyes. "No thank you. As to what goes on here, you may ask what questions you have and I will answer as I can. I do not know all." He then looks towards Raja, his voice lifting to prompt, "Mountain." This catches the canine's attention, his eyes lowering to the elf. Dutifully be parrots back a mangled word before looking down to his book again, an ear remaining cocked towards the woman.
Her hand coming to a stop halfway to its destination before returning to its initial position, Celaeno ultimately shrugs. "Alright, I guess you get approached a fair amount, anyways," she says with a glance to Raja. "May's well cut to the point. I was just wondering if you'd been able to track down whoever's behind it, kind of thing. Or if it's a person at all." After a moment's glancing around, she paces away a few meters to a nearby bench, pulling up a ready seat. Her voice getting somewhat louder due to the distance, "You can call me Cel, by the way. If you're so inclined."
"Yes, it is not uncommon. Pardon me if my words are a bit.. abrupt in that way," Tamiril replies, his head dipped slightly. He motions to himself, then the canine as he sates, "Tamiril, Raja." A soft breath breathed then, "Precisely what plagues this city we do not know. Only that it is powerful and cannot be stopped. Only warded away. We have that which will allow us to ward it away, but it is not yet ready. When all is in readiness, we will do what we can to protect this world from the enemy."
"Well, damn," Celaeno says, laughing at the room, "I guess it would be too much to ask for it to be simple. It's always more fun when there's a nice little bastard of a creature doing all the summoning, huh?" Another glance to Raja, and another shrug before she continues, "And don't worry about coming off abrupt. There're worse things. So, what's this ward, then? If it can't be stopped, well, what's the difference between stopping and warding?"
"The difference is that we won't be ending it's reign of terror across the multiverse. Only saving our world from its influence," Tamiril replies, though this fact doesn't seem to sit perfectly well with him. "But it is what we must do. And hope that others will be able to do the same before they come under attack by the enemy." He pauses and considers a moment before he adds, "The 'ward' is a thing we are keeping safe and secret. I do not mean to be impolite, but until we are ready to activate it, we must keep it secret. Safe. It is our last hope."
Celaeno's gaze begins meandering around the garden as a whole, sliding down to lay on the bench, head propped up. "Well, I guess if it keeps them away from here, there's not a whole lot else I could ask for, really. I'm sure it'll all work itself out. And I'm not entirely sure you've got it in yourself to be impolite," she says with a wink before turning back to the ceiling. "So, other than keeping the secret secret, and our only hope safe and away from prying gazes, what's there to be done, hm? You seem to have all your affairs set and ready."
"Be ready," Tamiril replies simply. "I have no doubt that when the enemy catches wind of our work, it will try to stop us. I do not know how this might manifest, but being ready to defend this city is common sense. If you have no weapons of silver, obtain them. Much of the enemy's forces seem vulnerable to it and it isn't too hard to obtain. Wood is also a potent weapon. Holy items, if you have any. Gather elements of that to hand and be ready. That is the best advice I can give."
Closing her eyes for a few moments while the elf speaks, Celaeno replies, "Yeah. Got it. Pissed off undead trying to get back into the world, going to try to snipe off the best hope to stop them. Be ready to fight some bad zombie things. Can do," she says, swinging her legs off the bench in a sudden motion. "If you come up with something else, well, I'm sure you'll have somebody else to take care of it. If not, hell, I'm in the Dregs - Cheap-o, down there. Who knows, I might be of help." And up she stands, eyeing the elf as she starts backing away towards the exit.
Tamiril nods his head once. "All have their part to play in the grand scheme of things, great and small. perhaps you have already played your own or perhaps that time will come in the future. The best any of us can do in the now is to be ready." he smiles faintly and dips his head once. "Be well, Cel." He then looks towards Raja and lifts his hand to lightly touch his shoulder. "War." The canid's ears perk slightly at that word and he looks towards the elf for a moment. The word rumbled then. Close enough, it seems, as the elf smiles at him gently and nods his head.
Half-scoff, half sneer, Celaeno spins around to face the exit, and saunters out with a, "I'll see you around. Don't get eaten by that goo." And out she goes.
