Gelert happy noms his treat. "Happy to help."kenseido wrote: ↑Wed Jan 22, 2020 12:05 pm Kisai
Then he leans over and pets Gelert. "Thank you, again, my friend. I almost let my anger get the best of me and overplayed my hand. They don't need to know everything I know just yet.
Pulling out a treat, he gives it to Gelert. Either they don't know the Dragon is Seiryu, or they think I don't know. Perhaps in some mixed-up way, the High Master is trying to goad me into leaving for the sake of all. In any case, there would be one person here who knows the truth about the Dragon and knows that I know - Lucienne's agent.
Gelert nods his agreement solemnly.Ysariel wrote: ↑Fri Jan 31, 2020 7:56 pmThe High Master looks around one shoulder and his eyes narrow at Gelert's words.
"Very well. I see the ancient wards around Shambhala have bestowed upon you a generous measure of the truth. You, then, understand how great the task of stopping the Incarnate of War is. If Lucienne is allowed to enact her foolish and ignorant plan, and even attack the Incarnate directly, the resulting conflict will further empower the Incarnate of War. Perhaps even to the point of invincibility. She must be stopped, whatever the cost."
He turns to the others. "I'll explain what the spells showed me later. It is very important info about the Armada and why Lucienne can't be allowed to have her way."
The terrible implications of this news could wait, right now there was a seriously injured man bleeding in front of them.Ysariel wrote: ↑Fri Jan 31, 2020 7:56 pm From one side of the hall, a herald cries out. "Lord Ishmael ibn Uthman, Guardian of the Sacred Flame, Keeper of Simurgh, the Firebird of the South!"
A Persian man staggers in, supported by his armed guards. Blood splatters the carpet behind him as he walks. Immediately you see he is very heavily wounded; his clothes and skin bear the marks of laser burns.
"We have lost it," he gasps. "We lost the guardian spirit, the Firebird... to Her!"
"Lucienne," hisses the High Master.
Gelert is off like a shot, running up to the Lord Ibn Uthman and his guards. "Sir I'm a healer, your injuries need immediate attention. Please allow me to help." As soon as its clear that the guards aren't about to attack him if he tries to help, Gelert begins applying his healing energies to the injured mage.
OOC: Healing 9 (Increased Range: ranged)