After the midnight gathering at the Cinder Block, Warroth Gurault made sure the security
teams nearby stood down, while the remaining elves and dwarves returned to
their war council, a hidden location in the Nobel District. Truth to tell the
only two current council members that had used The Bunker previously was Elias
Seawillow and Styrik Rockhammer. Warroth
knew his fellow elves would split off into separate chambers to discuss the
treaty which would probably give him enough time to contact Potior and update
him on the current situation. Potior was easily the smartest human Warroth had
ever known. The wizard had warned Warroth to beware of Adalwin eight months
before his attempted coup, it had paid to keep Potior's council.
The elves
sat around the curved table, Elias Seawillow at its center. Several
conversations segueing to arguments were being had before Elias raised his left
hand and the chamber grew quiet. “I certainly wish that Warroth was here but
I’m afraid we’ll have to decide without him. Argument will do us no good, I
will give you each a chance to speak but please spare arguing against another
opinion, simply make the case for your own.”
The other four elves nodded their understanding before Elias continued,
“Senevessa please speak freely.”
“It seems to
me we have a variety of unpalatable choices and must try to choose the one that
provides the most people with the greatest chance of survival. We certainly didn’t do those poor souls in
the Driftdowns any good.” Senevessa paused, noting Elias’ pained expression, she
was impressed that he did not interrupt, “We must always remember that our
enemies use their fallen as fuel for their mad schemes while our numbers simply
dwindle. I already fear the price we’ll pay when King Rieci realizes who his
armies serve these next two years.” The
other elves were nodding along with the priestess when Warroth finally entered
and took his seat. “Send the Undefeated against the Jailer and pray that
somehow our enemies destroy each other before turning their full wrath against
the Sea elves.”
Senevessa’swords seemed to reverberate in the ears of the others, shocked silence followed
her last two words, a title for their people that had not been uttered since
the elves originally arrived at Stormhaven.
Cavian Seawillow spoke next, simply stating, “I second Senevessa’s words of wisdom. We have left ourselves few options.”
Tycho Nikias
spoke next, his voice a rich smooth sound that could hypnotize the
weak minded, “Senevessa your words are always wise but I would ask us to
consider taking two paths.” Eyebrows were raised, questions obviously forming
on the other elves lips but Tycho continued before they could ask, “I would
request that you allow me to undertake preparations for the moments and days
after the Jailer’s destruction, our enemies will already have a plan in place,
so should we.”
ChryseisSalima was next to speak, the regal woman smiled at the others before stating, “None
of you will be surprised to hear me support my lover Tycho’s words,” she
paused, smiling at her audacity in speaking aloud what the others privately
suspected, “however I do think he proposes a wise action, before today I’m not
sure any of us believed the day would come when the jailer would no longer
threaten our home, yet for any of us to survive that day must come. Tycho will have us well positioned whatever
the outcome.”
All eyes
turned to Warroth Gurralt, “I have most recently heard an interesting tale, I
believe a location of great value has been discovered..”
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