"We need as many allies as possible....Ingram was an ally who seems to be dead now" Muir points to the floating specter the griffin is concerned about "Our former companion mentioned that in order for Vox's isle to stay together someone of giant descent needs to take Vox's rune....I do not know enough about what he meant but perhaps that is a way you could help? I do not know what curse has been bestowed upon you or what you did to earn the ire of the Raven Queen but every good story ends with redemption....."
Muir responds before Vin has a chance to, giving time for his temper to abate a little.
"Quite, Ingram there does not appear unconscious, rather his body has been taken by Dec. If it can be returned to him, that is the first thing as Muir says. Beyond what Muir has asked, information. You seem well informed about the history of this realm, the Djinni and even the current events with Nivara. Is there anything we are missing? And as for how to take down the liche, we were hoping you might know something that could help with that", he says, adding to what Muir has asked.
"But even more, the army that is being raised to counter Nivara's undead army needs champions, and it needs protecting from the abilities she can bring to bear on the battlefield. If you have fought Nectyran before, you likely know more of what to expect in that regards than us".
As Vin asks that Ingram's body be returned to him, Elthana looks towards the ghost, hope for him coming back. She then waits silently as both of her friends are doing a great job making the teams point come across.
"oh Ingram will be fine..." She says as she waves off the accusation nonchalantly and takes a seat upon her Dias once more. "Merely another defence, one can't attack whilst having no body and the aspects are very protective of me... Bastards won't let me die. DECLAN!" She shouts out and suddenly all light is gone from the room. Everyone with dark vision watch as a massive cloak of blackened feathers, ash, and dust descends upon the spectre.
Decay, the aspect of bodily death looks upon you all with hollow voids for eyes that peer from a porcelain white vulture skull. Then he speaks, a low grumbling whisper that sounds like it it strained through dry and tight chords echoed by the rattling of bones. "You are doing well Vincent, stay your anger and you will have your ally." And then he is gone. In his place, looking cold but surprisingly brave despite his recent separation from his body and even more recent separation from his clothes, stands Ingram. The griffon immediately rushes forward and gladly headbutts Ingram who is summarily knocked to the ground and jumped on by the relieved bird. "Does anyone have my clothes and armour?" He manages to ask through the griffons preening and coping.
"The issues of the lich..." Daudi begins once again in her droning voice as if nothing happened, "If you have managed to get the djiini and their isles on board then you have a chance. One good thing is that it won't be like the war against nectyran. His forces are his own and those with him are also locked away In the Shadowfell. Nivara only has access to what and who she can turn here. But if she completes her ritual and becomes the next nectyran, then not even the raven could stop her... The ways which I can help are as follows. I could separate Elthana's soul from her body for safe keeping. But it would make her vulnerable. I could take on the rune of Vox Tontritor and see to it that this realm doesn't fall into the abyss, but I'm not sure if the raven will let me sacrifice myself to such a burden. There is however one other giant who could try. Though his lineage is not a strong one, he technically is the last of his people, and named after a famous child of Lim." She nods to her brother who has no idea what is going on, is still very angry but seems happy enough that the group is talking on his behalf, he doesn't notice the group looking at him as he is still glancing warily at his shadow.
"We need as many allies as possible....Ingram was an ally who seems to be dead now" Muir points to the floating specter the griffin is concerned about "Our former companion mentioned that in order for Vox's isle to stay together someone of giant descent needs to take Vox's rune....I do not know enough about what he meant but perhaps that is a way you could help? I do not know what curse has been bestowed upon you or what you did to earn the ire of the Raven Queen but every good story ends with redemption....."
Muir responds before Vin has a chance to, giving time for his temper to abate a little.
"Quite, Ingram there does not appear unconscious, rather his body has been taken by Dec. If it can be returned to him, that is the first thing as Muir says. Beyond what Muir has asked, information. You seem well informed about the history of this realm, the Djinni and even the current events with Nivara. Is there anything we are missing? And as for how to take down the liche, we were hoping you might know something that could help with that", he says, adding to what Muir has asked.
"But even more, the army that is being raised to counter Nivara's undead army needs champions, and it needs protecting from the abilities she can bring to bear on the battlefield. If you have fought Nectyran before, you likely know more of what to expect in that regards than us".
As Vin asks that Ingram's body be returned to him, Elthana looks towards the ghost, hope for him coming back. She then waits silently as both of her friends are doing a great job making the teams point come across.
"oh Ingram will be fine..." She says as she waves off the accusation nonchalantly and takes a seat upon her Dias once more. "Merely another defence, one can't attack whilst having no body and the aspects are very protective of me... Bastards won't let me die. DECLAN!" She shouts out and suddenly all light is gone from the room. Everyone with dark vision watch as a massive cloak of blackened feathers, ash, and dust descends upon the spectre.
Decay, the aspect of bodily death looks upon you all with hollow voids for eyes that peer from a porcelain white vulture skull. Then he speaks, a low grumbling whisper that sounds like it it strained through dry and tight chords echoed by the rattling of bones. "You are doing well Vincent, stay your anger and you will have your ally." And then he is gone. In his place, looking cold but surprisingly brave despite his recent separation from his body and even more recent separation from his clothes, stands Ingram. The griffon immediately rushes forward and gladly headbutts Ingram who is summarily knocked to the ground and jumped on by the relieved bird. "Does anyone have my clothes and armour?" He manages to ask through the griffons preening and coping.
"The issues of the lich..." Daudi begins once again in her droning voice as if nothing happened, "If you have managed to get the djiini and their isles on board then you have a chance. One good thing is that it won't be like the war against nectyran. His forces are his own and those with him are also locked away In the Shadowfell. Nivara only has access to what and who she can turn here. But if she completes her ritual and becomes the next nectyran, then not even the raven could stop her... The ways which I can help are as follows. I could separate Elthana's soul from her body for safe keeping. But it would make her vulnerable. I could take on the rune of Vox Tontritor and see to it that this realm doesn't fall into the abyss, but I'm not sure if the raven will let me sacrifice myself to such a burden. There is however one other giant who could try. Though his lineage is not a strong one, he technically is the last of his people, and named after a famous child of Lim." She nods to her brother who has no idea what is going on, is still very angry but seems happy enough that the group is talking on his behalf, he doesn't notice the group looking at him as he is still glancing warily at his shadow.