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So I did a quick build (and quick photos) of a scene which helps move some story along. I figured since the guilds were getting testy with each other, it was time that some representatives came together and talked. This also helps set up a few future plots. It is not meant to be the best scene, but I did want to play around with water effects that I have seen before -- additionally, the timing was right with the infighting happening right now. ----------------- Thorgin Haroldson grunted at the other travelers who just arrived at the oasis. He did not like being summoned by a Kaliphlinite, especially one who did not show up to his own meetings. Dugal MacLean had once done him a favor and provided a whole winter’s supply of food during the last Ice Giant raid on his home village in Mitgardia, and for that he owed him. Although, with a reputation like Thorgins – a Great General – rarely would he let someone summon him. People usually came to him. Now retired, Thorgin wondered why he was there. DSC_1907 by skaforhire, on Flickr The Avalonian was Baron Conway, part of the original Avalonian “Flight of Dragons.” He was considered one of Historica’s Great Generals also. Why was Dugal gathering generals? The man was arrogant for his young age, but his reputation was large enough to back it up. Representing the Kaliphlite military was the retired Great General Blane Redfist. He arrived shortly after Conway. Heck, Thorgin thought Redfist was dead. Finally representing Dugal’s interests was a GEAR Co. Trader and diplomat, Abu’dun. Dugal had sent his messages through Abu’dun and had told them to meet here, in the Northern Badlands – too far for a portal from anywhere. They were at a tiny oasis that had only been on one of the many maps of Kaliphlin Thorgin owned. DSC_1905 by skaforhire, on Flickr “Hail” Thorgin said to the other generals and the diplomat. “What is the reasoning for dragging us out here to the middle of nowhere? We could have met in my mead hall!” “I am afraid this meeting had to take place where we could be sure absolutely no one could eavesdrop. “ Abu’dun said. “We are just missing one more…” “Who?” said Conway. “Restal Mathis.” Abu’dun said. “I will not tolerate that… that… man.” Conway said. Perhaps the bad blood between Avalonia and Nocturnus was beginning to boil over. However, Conway had right to dislike Restal – he was one of the most fearsome generals in the world when he lived, now that he was dead, it was thought that he was unstoppable. Apparently military minds lasted, even when the brain disintegrated. As if on cue, Restal entered from the east. “Oh, a little Avalonian boy for me to chew on!” He said. DSC_1910 by skaforhire, on Flickr “Enough, we must talk about the task at hand.” Abu’Dun said. “I think not, I will be rid of this abomination before any deals are struck between us.” With that, Baron Conway drew his weapon. Restal was off his spectral horse in no time and into attack mode. The men fought back and forth for a minute before the ground started to shake and the water in the oasis began to boil. DSC_1912 by skaforhire, on Flickr All five men stopped and surrounded the pool. Out came a shimmer water woman, maybe a Water Sprite? Thorgin’s first instinct was to strike, this clearly was an elemental trap sent by Victor. Why had Dugal sent them to this trap? Was he a traitor? DSC_1897 by skaforhire, on Flickr But instead of attacking them, the woman began to talk. “Fools” she whisped, “You fight each other when the real enemy lay in Cedrica. Victor had the whole world turning upside down, this is no time for the guilds to fight. You must work together. Even those of us of the elements are enslaved by his power, you must free us and return the land to the way it was!” Conway and Restal looked at one another and Thorgin could see that their heads were twisting around the sprite’s words. The Sprite continued. “The strife is getting out of hand as Victor gets stronger. The Avalonians are too proud, the Kaliphlinites are too smug, the Mitgardians look too hard for order and the Nocturni quest power too much. The kingdom is unraveling, and you must all put your differences aside to stop this.” DSC_1902 by skaforhire, on Flickr Conway almost looked ashamed. Thorgin had no idea what emotion the skeletal Restal was displaying. The sprite continued. “ One of Victor’s Armies march towards Mpya Stedor. A second marches for Albion, and a third marches for Queenscross. They are gathering support quickly, and there may be even more armies to come. You must pull together and defeat these major threats one by one, because they are too big for any one guild to fight on their own. “ DSC_1903 by skaforhire, on Flickr The four generals looked at each other. “What can we do? Asked Thorgin. “And why did Dugal call us together?” “You four, respected amongst you guilds, need to convince your guildmates to put down the knives they have at each other’s throats and start formulating a plan to destroy Victor's armies. “I think we can do that” Redfist said. “But why are you doing Dugal’s legwork for him? Where is he?” “I owe him greatly, and he still searches… I must go, Victor’s powers are pulling me back. I apologize now for anything I may do to you or your men in the future. I have no control.” With that, she vanished into the water. Restal was the first to speak. “We need to get down to planning.” Abu’dun nodded. “Yes, I have the plans here for what Lord Dugal has in mind for that army approaching Queenscross. Let me know you…” With that they talked and planned. It was decided that the generals would go back to their guilds and try to recruit forces for these major battles, and formulate some sort of overall strategy. They would meet back at the Oasis in one week.
