Conquestofuriel - Blog Posts
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He hummed in agreement, acknowledging the massive problem that The Eye was. But the Blessed had not touched down upon this world to deal with one human organization, no matter how large it was. “The rest of the world is not a concern of mine at the moment,” Uriel replied, circling the bottom of the glass on the table. “This is the epicenter. This is where my siblings will be weakened if The Eye decides to strike with their moly poisoning.” He sighs.
“The Drow Queen is allied to the cause of the Necronomicon and the Asphodel. I know how she harms you and your people. Is it not time to put down arguments that are pitiful in the face of truly banding together, your forest and the Senate, to defeat this common enemy?”
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“Pitiful? Truly, this is your attempt at diplomacy?” She snorts, taking a sip into her drink as she raises a brow at Uriel in clear judgement. Intelligence does not equal wisdom, just as DnD deems it, and it is clear Uriel lacks wisdom to balance his intelligence and age. As old as he is, there seems a lack of common fucking sense bouncing around that magic essence of his. Not that she is truly surprised by that information. “You are correct in that the Drow Queen harms our people, but so has the Eye, and my King has deemed them a threat as well. I understand your worry and your desperation, but dismissing and mocking our concerns is not the solution if you desire for us to work together, Uriel.”
conquestofuriel:
Time: after midday Location: Probably some empty cafe near the entrance of the Faerie Forest Characters: @thegoodfellow & @conquestofuriel
The Autumn Chancellor had been a very useful resource, her devotion to her people and her desire to work to achieve their preparedness and protection was akin to Uriel’s desire to put this all danger at an end. Eventually he’d been able to learn that she was instrumental in the fey’s knowledge of The Eye. It had been his luck to get her attention a few weeks past, but now there was more to be discussed.
“Michael’s connections to the Senate and his knowledge and understanding of the people of this city is very fortunate,” he continued after explaining the deal his older brother had brokered with The Senate and The Eye. “I don’t believe your intervention with The Eye will be necessary for some time, Robin… as long as my brethren regain our full strength.” He paused. “Are you aware of what the Senate decided?” He couldn’t imagine that the royal family or nobility didn’t have some insiders into what the Senate was doing, even Robin likely counted among them with her eyes in the human organization.
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There is a distinction between war and conquest, and Robin had taken that distinction to heart once she had learned of it. It had been said distinction that had driven her to make contact with the blessed that was fucking Logon of the Summer Court, despite the instinctive disgust that rose at the thought. Fen’harel might have been a traitor but they had been a member of her court, and yet the blessed had chosen to brush aside their laws for his own pleasure and satisfaction. It is rather bothersome to work with such a senseless individual, but a must is a must. Better to have the blessed at their side than against them.
“To deal with Pythia? Perhaps, but sooner or later the Eye will turn their back on whatever deal he has made,” Robin informs him mildly as she sips from the drink she had acquired from within the closed cafe. “I sorely hope you are right, Uriel, but I wouldn’t hold my breath. They might have released people here in Rome, but there are hundreds of bases all across the world. They might have made peace here, but that doesn’t mean they have stopped,” she says, although she does not think the blessed will care all that much about that particular detail. “I am aware that they are to work together against Asphodel, yes. Why do you ask?”
