Anthony, at his desk, watches the people come and go across the hall like ants. Each persons mood is reflected in the ceiling above in subtle and not so subtle colours. A staircase up one wall leads to a locked door. It has "Umbrials office" written upon it. A gentle waft of hot chocolate scent billows from beneatht the door.

Umbrial wanders across the floor waving to Anthony as she does so. Trotting up the stairs, she nearly trips on a couple and looks tired and pale as she enters her office. Very shortly afterwards, quiet snores are heard.

A group of gentlemen and a lady wearing grey robes enters the hall. They walk with purpose over to Anthony's desk, carrying neat folios of papers.
One of the men leans over Anthony's desk and speaks quietly with the mage. Anthony nods, and sends them straight to Umbrials office.
As soon as their backs are turned he whips off a quick message spell.

<Tellos walks up to Anthony>

Hi Anthony, how's it going?

Have you seen anything of Ral Morga or Trevellian Moss recently? Nobody I have spoken to has seen them for some time.

The thin mage sucks on the end of his pencil.
"Don't think I've seen them about for ages. If you see them, say hello for us."

Will do, thanks.

<turns and leaves>

The group of grey garbed beings who went up the stairs to Umbrials office exit, and come back down the stairs. They look rather pleased with themselves and are shaking hands with each other randomly. The lady of the group waves to Anthony in a friendly fashion and they leave the Order.
Anthony leans back on his chair and nibbles a sandwich daintily. He looks mildly relieved when Umbrial pops her head out the office door and gives a thumbs up, shutting the door afterwards.

*Book saunters in*.. Just looking to find something about something to see if it can kill a death Knight...



That's a Point.. Got anything on Death Knights?? *Book smiles* no not stories... Just how to kill them.. although a story might help actually.

Never mind... where do I go to look for them??

Anthony ponders thoughtfully.
"I don't think we have any information about how to kill a death knight. It could be that no-one has done so previously then noted down any interesting tactics?"
"As for stories, I can't think of any offhand, but there may be something in the Library I've overlooked."

I'm sure in the pre fall times people destroyed them.. Just the knowledge was perhaps lost.


Is there a stories.. or fables section here? In the main libaray it's a childrens stories area.. But not if you know what I mean.

"If I recall correctly, the only reference to a death knight we have so far is in The fall of Goleskanev. But I think that just says how he became one... "
He rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"I'll see if I can chase up any information."
He turns and heads into a small sub office and shuts the door.
The sound of scribbling can be heard soon after.

(OOC I am off on holiday for a couple of weeks and will probably not have access to the board, talk amongst yourselves and play nice.)

*book smiles*.. Okay.. I have read that.. not really any help unless....

Okay I'm going to have another look and read it over again..

Isobel looks totally out of place here and wanders around as if looking for something
finally she finds Anthony
Oh Hi have you seen a man named Kell around here she kind of tall with dark hair he is a little abrupt to say the least. seems to like poetry !

*Book seems to be reading deeply. His eyes open wide and hen he smiles*.. Maybe.. But that would mean *Books eyes open wide in shock*.. NO way! .. and NO WAY!..

*book buttons his mouth and looks around..*.. Time for me to leave and not be alone right now.

*Book leaves the Order with haste*

*Book walks back into the hall.. a great cloud of Silver over his head on the cieling suddenly lighting the way and blinding people who look at it*...


Ermm... May I contact someone please.. is that alloweD?? I'd erm.. like ot do it in private I have a few matters to discuss...

"If you wish to send a message, we deal with them everyday.
The messages only go to who you want them to go to, and we pride ourselves on privacy."

*Avian walks into the hall looking around as he goes, stopping just short of Anthony and Book*

"Good evening Book"

Looking at Anthony, "Good evening, I don't suppose that Umbrial or Sut are about and free to chat"

Avian..*Book Smiles*


*Book turns to Anthony* No... I need to speak with an elemental.. Thank you..

"An elemental.. not going to try any more rituals I hope"

*Book turns to Avian*.. No.. what of it?? I was one of two who stepped up to even TRY that. Ohh hindsight is a good thing when all you had to do was fight.. No Myself and a foolish Earth mage had to sit there and try and work things out after you had stollen the Trayy with a trapped water elemental in it.. Oh we could have asked him and offerred somethuig in return that we'd have never have given but did you and Soot listen?? No. You went and did what you wanted and when you wanted to do it without asking anyone else.


Maybe the earth mage Kye would have given it up and maybe he wouldn't have. We'll never know after you stole it. So I helped do a blind ritual and the result was myself Taking on a HUGE amount of responsibility. I nearly killed a friend. I screwed up a balance of magic, and I empowered the undead in an area for a while. MY FAULT! I do NOT need the likes of you reminding me of my errors! Best you remember that.

It's none of YOUR business but I have a matter to speak with. With my elemental!

Anthony raises an eyebrow...
"Certainly sir, please follow me."
He wanders to a subroom with a door just off the main hall.
Opening the door onto the room, it's details are minimal with a pair of chairs and a desk.
The elf gestures gently into the room.
"If you would care to come this way, someone will be with you shortly."
(conversation to be carried out in the form of PM's to Pete's PM please)
"Feel free to shut the door yourself if you so desire."
He returns to his desk, and turns his attention to Avian.
"I have not seen Soot for some time, Umbrial however is in her office at the top of the stairs. Shall I fetch her for you?"

*Smiling*

"Book, I guess that I knew and know things that you didn't and don't.. however I doubt that your elemental lord will like you calling him 'your elemental'"

*turning to look at Anthony*

"Yes please, that would be good of you to fetch her for me.. Thank you"

Yet you kept quiet? Very intresting. Oh really, and what do you know of my elemental?

Keep your secrets to yourself.. and I suggest in future you do the damn thing if you know how to do it. I don't take kindly to be made fun of because I don't know. I may not have known anything but time to question things can and SHOULD have taken place. Perhaps next time you shuld have handed it to your own ELEMENT!

I have no time to talk to you. Go about your business.

*Still smiling*

"The elemental Lord that rules over my house was very pleased with the deal made, so I'll not worry about that.. umm. But maybe if you and Ky had spent more time on the ritual instead of trying to come up with a way to bind Soot and myself.....

Far Hear can come in handy at times.....

Plus Ky had no intention of giving the tray to his Lord.. he was going to try to release the elemental lord of water that was bound to that tray... noble in a way I guess, But!

Where do you think all of that water that was trapped with the water lord would have gone... No, Soot and myself could not let that happen.. No, I stick with my choice..

As for your elemental Lord.. Can't say I even know which one it is."

The elf's eyes glaze slightly, then refocus.
"Avian, Umbrial will see you now, if you would care to go up those stairs and through the door"
He calmly starts folding a sheet of parchment into a lily.

*nods to Anthony*

"Thank you"

*Avian heads up the stairs and finds the door. 'Knock, Knock!*

*Book shakes his head*.. I was looking to bind you because your a dolt and clumsy. As proven by your lack of imagination.

*Book sighs deeply* You are FAR to powerful for your own good. As I said be off with you as I have no time for people I can not trust.

*Voice from upstairs*

"Farewell Book, I'm sure we'll meet again!"

A voice drifts through the door at the top of the stairs:
"Come in Avian, take a seat..."

*Book looks back to Anthony*.. Yes well your asurances arefine.. but when you have someone like him who can over hear conversations with a spell it makes for an annoyance.

He is immune to my powers and can overhear everything I say as he has just pointed out. People like that... annoy me. I like information to be passed around, but some conversations are private.


How would you suggest to .... overcome this issue as I now call into question the privacy of this place? Oh yes he may not be listening now as he talks to Umbrial but I trust her less. A very real problem for me don't you think Anthony?

*Avian walks into Umbrial's Office and closing the door*

Turning to Book:
"Every spell I am aware of to listen in on someone requires line of sight, if you are in a room with a closed and locked door you shouldn't be able to be heard..."
He hands him a key to the door that he opened previously.

Thank you... *Book turn and walks towards the door*

*Trelaine comes running in*

'SOOT! SOOT! WHERE ARE YOU MAN.....I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU NOW!!!!!!!!!!'

Trelaine I,,v been calling you all down the street. Soot is back at the inn with the rest of the Prodigean. Come on I,m sure I can get you into the meeting given your track record.

'We need more privacy for fear of panic this news may cause....ask them if they could come here...While I dislike this place, the magics here make it feel somewhat secure against.........Other magics. I need as many prodigeen and any able to wield weapons who can travel at once. One of my Soul Caster students in the lizardkin lands has reported that creatures that match the description of T'cra Juggers and Blacks have been seen in their lands.

I plan to travel at once to aid in the defence for it looks like the protected zone could now be becoming the battle ground of the undead and T'cra, Once I have spoken to Soot I will leave immediately. If you could further help by mustering any that may be able to aid in the fight after I have gone and send them to help me.'

The elf raises an eyebrow at the commotion.

Slowly two figures enter the hall. An bandage covered invalid leaning on a linen wrapped staff is lead carefully in by a young troll. Above them the ceiling coalesces into lights. The troll's is a circle of green tinged with yellow. The invalid's is an angry star of orange flaring out into a dark indigo. The Troll spies the druid and they make their way to him.

The Invalid speaks.

You may call me Aska, Trelaine. If you are are worried about causing a panic it may be an idea to go to the reading room it is less busy there.

He carefully shows the Druid his ring of the Prodigeen while appearing to scratch his heavily diseased hands. The outline of a second ring can be seen beneath the bandages.

*nodding to the Troll*
'The matter is indeed of great importance, I must speak with Soot immediately or one who can pass message to him.'

*Walks to the reading room with troll*