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Arien · 08-02-2003, 12:34 PM

Dristi crossed her legs and watched the two girls and the boy with some amazement, of course she did not show this on her face. Like always she listened but kept the same solid expression on her face.

"I am Priestess Sevora of the Order of the Eye. This is Priestess Dristi and Priest Naramarth, both also of the Order. We come to your land in order to spread the word, truth, and knowledge of the Great Lord of the Dark." Sevora introduced them to the newcomers. Dristi’s eyes gazed over them as they introduced themselves. Jasara seemed to be the most mature out of all of them but Dristi liked Khasia out of all of them. She looked a little doubtful about the whole affair, and Dristi thought this was good. She was wary of what she was doing, she was clever. At least she did not run into things blinded, without examining it at first. It was a strength over her sister, who seemed to be too over confident or scared. She could not tell but Jasara gave the impression of an attitude much like Sevora’s.

She continued to listen intently to the two converse, and then the boy was sent out. A mild bit of amusement for the day she thought, maybe the first useful thing that Naramarth had done thus far on this trip. She knew very well she too had done nothing of any sort to help, but she wasn’t about to admit that to herself. Her eyes crossed over Khasia’s face and she gave her a twisted sort of smile. Her sister now talked about the numbers that perused them and those that they had. Dristi listened carefully, this information could be vital in any tactical strike they were going to use. If they were going to use any. If they did she had better be included in the agreement, she may not look like a tactician but she was one of the Citadel’s best, in fact the best. She doubted Sevora would tell their company this, so she made a point to tell them herself.

As she carefully added numbers in her head Ghurdan entered the tent. Sevora welcomed him with his information that they had obtained twenty more fighters from the village. The would certainly give them a slight advantage, but only if the enemy did not have skilled fighters. Dristi doubted this, it would be close but she was sure that they would prevail.

“It will be close….” she spoke up from her seat.

“What?” asked Sevora, attempting to keep her dislike for her undercover.

“It will be close…”

“What will be…explain yourself!” she replied exasperatedly.

“If we fight…”she continued, “we will only just prevail..there will be heavy deaths received by both sides...”

“What!” exclaimed Ghurdan, “ we will crush them!”

“Oh really,” Dristi replied Slyly, “ care to wager…?”

“Dristi..” smiled Sevora, “what makes you think I want to fight them?”

[ August 02, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]

08-02-2003, 12:34 PM	#132
Arien Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: London/Leeds UK Posts: 417	Dristi crossed her legs and watched the two girls and the boy with some amazement, of course she did not show this on her face. Like always she listened but kept the same solid expression on her face. "I am Priestess Sevora of the Order of the Eye. This is Priestess Dristi and Priest Naramarth, both also of the Order. We come to your land in order to spread the word, truth, and knowledge of the Great Lord of the Dark." Sevora introduced them to the newcomers. Dristi’s eyes gazed over them as they introduced themselves. Jasara seemed to be the most mature out of all of them but Dristi liked Khasia out of all of them. She looked a little doubtful about the whole affair, and Dristi thought this was good. She was wary of what she was doing, she was clever. At least she did not run into things blinded, without examining it at first. It was a strength over her sister, who seemed to be too over confident or scared. She could not tell but Jasara gave the impression of an attitude much like Sevora’s. She continued to listen intently to the two converse, and then the boy was sent out. A mild bit of amusement for the day she thought, maybe the first useful thing that Naramarth had done thus far on this trip. She knew very well she too had done nothing of any sort to help, but she wasn’t about to admit that to herself. Her eyes crossed over Khasia’s face and she gave her a twisted sort of smile. Her sister now talked about the numbers that perused them and those that they had. Dristi listened carefully, this information could be vital in any tactical strike they were going to use. If they were going to use any. If they did she had better be included in the agreement, she may not look like a tactician but she was one of the Citadel’s best, in fact the best. She doubted Sevora would tell their company this, so she made a point to tell them herself. As she carefully added numbers in her head Ghurdan entered the tent. Sevora welcomed him with his information that they had obtained twenty more fighters from the village. The would certainly give them a slight advantage, but only if the enemy did not have skilled fighters. Dristi doubted this, it would be close but she was sure that they would prevail. “It will be close….” she spoke up from her seat. “What?” asked Sevora, attempting to keep her dislike for her undercover. “It will be close…” “What will be…explain yourself!” she replied exasperatedly. “If we fight…”she continued, “we will only just prevail..there will be heavy deaths received by both sides...” “What!” exclaimed Ghurdan, “ we will crush them!” “Oh really,” Dristi replied Slyly, “ care to wager…?” “Dristi..” smiled Sevora, “what makes you think I want to fight them?” [ August 02, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ] __________________ "...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."