Project Point: Team Longsword

"Ah I wonder if that is one of Templeton's kin.....wonder how the old chap is doing these days...." Citron states as he follows Adaliza outside.

Serandis stays inside the Temple, waiting to speak with the... whatever they were that the group just helped save. 

"I am not as harsh a critic as my fellow countryfolk, I am sorry if their actions speak horridly on my people. I do not agree with your religion but I will not see you cut down in your own town of safety. I could not allow it. That was my fog cloud, by the way, hopefully, it helped deter them" Sera leans against the wall, "Also, I may have misjudged your willingness to assist us. You have my attention now."

Outside: The mouse shimmers and transforms into the elf with the skull tattoo, Shaehas, currently with her weapons sheathed and at her side. She spreads her empty hands in a gesture of peace. "I simply wish to talk."

Inside: Vorik is seated before the altar in the chapel when Serandis comes in and turns to incline his head to Serandis as she comes in. "I thank you for your help. I have at my disposal divinations that can clarify the message you carry, a message I believe you do not understand, if my prior divinations are correct. Though it will take me some time to prepare--in order to help you, I will need to survive the night."

"Then talk." Adaliza's tone was freezing cold but calm. For now.

Inside:

Serandis listens closely to the Vorik. "We will do what we can. Is there anyone in town that we can call? A sheriff or constable? "

Citron stops and makes stammering sounds

"Wait...what? you're no mouse......where's Templeton?  What do you want elf?"

Outside: Shaehas folds her hands calmly. "We want you to stay out of this. We have no desire to harm innocents--the mummy is our target. We have learned from our sources that he has been working with the Order of the Emerald Claw. You have no reason to protect him, and we have no wish to go through you to destroy him." She shrugs. "If he is offering you something, Azael has authorized me to discuss matching it, though obviously we can't make any promises without knowing what he is proposing to give you in return for keeping us away from him."

Inside: Vorik shakes his head. "I am the closest we have, and usually I am capable of dealing with any troublesome travelers or the like. But Deathguard, armed and prepared specifically against me? No. We rely upon Atur to assist in any bigger issues, but the city is distant enough that there are...blind spots." He lets out a slightly raspy sigh, suggesting that perhaps this is a consistent frustration of his. "I took measures to protect us against wandering monsters from the Karrnwood, but this is an entirely different sort of threat."

"And we have no reason to believe to the group of assassins, disguised as guests. You are despicable murderers, breaking any law in the Universe, beginning with hospitality and ending with diplomatic relations. Be gone and know that Revered Vorik is under our protection." As far as Adaliza was concerned the conversation was finished. She turned to return to the Temple. From now on she was going to pay special attention to innocently looking animals around.

Shaehas tilts her head and looks at Citron and Petra. "Does she speak for the rest of you? We do not wish to harm innocents, certainly not friends of a fellow Aereni, but if you insist on allying yourselves with the Order's destructive agent, we will no longer consider you such."

[History: 18]

On more info on who the Emerald Claw are and why they might be some sort of threat

Citron: You know the Order of the Emerald Claw began as a chivalric order attached to the Blood of Vol religion. It was formed a century ago when Kaius I first allied with the Blood of Vol, and became the Karrnathi special forces. However, when Kaius III cut ties with the Blood of Vol, the Order went rogue, becoming a terrorist organization that favored undead and necromancy for its attacks. To this day, they still wage their war against just about everyone who they view as an enemy--which is just about everyone. You also know that while their claimed motivations range from loyalty to the Blood of Vol to extreme Karrnathi patriotism, in reality they simply wish to turn Khorvaire into a wasteland ruled by the undead, with their leader, a powerful necromancer known as Lady Illmarrow, at the top of it all.

[Insight: 7]

They seem quite reasonable.....

(stupid dice roller.....)

Adaliza shrugged "In what way? Murderers justifying their sick obsession with destroying things they do not like and understand by declaring their victim bad? They barged into a foreign country under the pretence of being guests, began their pleasure hunt and when caught simply told you "our prey is a cultist, believe us or we will kill you!" - and you instantly believed it?" She shrugged again and walked back to the Temple.

Citron: Yeah, she definitely seems to believe what she's saying

Shaehas's eyes flash. "We do not do this for joy. We do it for the sake of all of Eberron, the world whose lifeforce is drained by the very existence of these Mabaran creatures. I assure you, the lack of understanding in this situation is not from us. The Court has been studying the consequences of Mabaran necrmancy for longer than your 'Blood of Vol' has even existed."

Citron floats there for a moment, absorbing the words of both Shaehas and Adaliza, looking back and forth between them.  Then, unsure of what to add, follows after Adaliza back in to the temple.

"Vorik offered us information about a message that we may be unwittingly carrying. Are you capable of matching that?"

[History: 6]

Shaehas shrugs. "Ilyr possesses divination magic. Without knowing what information the mummy offers, I don't know for sure if we can match it, but we certainly can provide significant information about it."

At a lack of any further confirmation either way, Shaehas shrugs. "I hope you decide not to interfere. If so, wait at the inn until tomorrow morning, when we will be done and our wards around the town will lift. If not, I will see you on the battlefield." She shimmers and transforms back into a mouse, quickly vanishing into the grass.

Inside, Adaliza and Citron march in to find Vorik and Serandis speaking in the chapel.

 "It was one of the murderers. Deathguards!" Adaliza was talking with the most disgust. "I'm afraid we will have to fight, they are set on murdering you, Seeker Vorik! What would be the best-protected chamber here? Something really isolated. There is at least one druid among them, who can shape change and get through the smallest outlets". The girl obviously was not going to even discuss the possibility of leaving Vorik unprotected.