The Symmenestra was an easy being to read. Naturally, he expected the typical racist views from the humans. Ravok was not known for its kindness to the other races and he -technically- shouldn’t have been allowed to join the Black Sun. That being said, here he was and there they all were following along like sheep in an ever-narrowing pen. The small talk did little to cover the gasps the frail-looking being was using to breath as they finally came to a stop. The information he gathered from the Commander and each of the other individuals was more than enough to decipher the next phase of things. Furthermore, the ever-observant eyes of obsidian and ivory did not miss the whispered communications that bore looks of distrust his way...or maybe it was disgust. Either way, Vlad could not hear that conversation but he wasn’t so naive as to ignore it.
Once they had all introduced themselves in a round-a-bout way, the agent bowed his head to each one in turn then looked to Clyde. Directly behind the lanky robed figure was a small footpath that appeared to lead into the rocks and away from the beach. The unsettling gaze fixed itself upon the unit commander and with a slight bow, Vlad made his request. “Commander Sullins, I have need of your tactics. Starting at this point and moving north, there are several paths which lead into the cliffs towards our destination. Unfortunately, my scouts were unable to ascertain a direct route so we’ll need to investigate several at a time then report back to the beach with our findings.” Vlad may have looked devious from various perspectives but one could clearly see the cool of his logic on his face as he worked through their predicament out loud. As much as Samara’s hide was on the line for this venture- his was even more exposed. Being the nonhuman made him an automatic scapegoat. “There is one such path behind me and there are two more within earshot of this locale; one further up and another that we’ve already passed. I propose we split up and hearing the talents of each member, Commander Sullins and Master Einar could take the path to the south. Mage Caldera and Madam Eliza can take the slave and travel to the northerly path up the beach and I’ll take Dan with all of his wilderness skills and Bea with me to this one behind us.”
Vlad turned slowly and looked into the slim line of trees that faded into sharp rock faces and rising cliffs that hung with wet clouds, heavy in appearance and it seemed the tufts of vapor had a way of settling upon the minds and fears of those in attendance on the beach. “Three or four hundred paces should be far enough to breach the rocks. I’m told there’s a cove, of sorts, that lies on the other side which will lead into a larger wooded area which is where our destination lies. Call out for trouble or launch a fireball into the air so the rest of us can see it.” The pale, beastly creature turned back around and stared at Clyde. “I’m not a military man, Commander. Does that all seem sound to you? We can report back as soon as we learn whether or not the trail will pass and it shouldn’t take more than a bell or two.” While the Ebonstryfe was an army of order, its members were all very ambitious. Dan, Bea and Eliza all seemed to understand and were ready to begin. Eyes moved from face to face until everyone was watching Clyde.
Once they had all introduced themselves in a round-a-bout way, the agent bowed his head to each one in turn then looked to Clyde. Directly behind the lanky robed figure was a small footpath that appeared to lead into the rocks and away from the beach. The unsettling gaze fixed itself upon the unit commander and with a slight bow, Vlad made his request. “Commander Sullins, I have need of your tactics. Starting at this point and moving north, there are several paths which lead into the cliffs towards our destination. Unfortunately, my scouts were unable to ascertain a direct route so we’ll need to investigate several at a time then report back to the beach with our findings.” Vlad may have looked devious from various perspectives but one could clearly see the cool of his logic on his face as he worked through their predicament out loud. As much as Samara’s hide was on the line for this venture- his was even more exposed. Being the nonhuman made him an automatic scapegoat. “There is one such path behind me and there are two more within earshot of this locale; one further up and another that we’ve already passed. I propose we split up and hearing the talents of each member, Commander Sullins and Master Einar could take the path to the south. Mage Caldera and Madam Eliza can take the slave and travel to the northerly path up the beach and I’ll take Dan with all of his wilderness skills and Bea with me to this one behind us.”
Vlad turned slowly and looked into the slim line of trees that faded into sharp rock faces and rising cliffs that hung with wet clouds, heavy in appearance and it seemed the tufts of vapor had a way of settling upon the minds and fears of those in attendance on the beach. “Three or four hundred paces should be far enough to breach the rocks. I’m told there’s a cove, of sorts, that lies on the other side which will lead into a larger wooded area which is where our destination lies. Call out for trouble or launch a fireball into the air so the rest of us can see it.” The pale, beastly creature turned back around and stared at Clyde. “I’m not a military man, Commander. Does that all seem sound to you? We can report back as soon as we learn whether or not the trail will pass and it shouldn’t take more than a bell or two.” While the Ebonstryfe was an army of order, its members were all very ambitious. Dan, Bea and Eliza all seemed to understand and were ready to begin. Eyes moved from face to face until everyone was watching Clyde.
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