*'War of the White Dragon' -Defender Meeting*
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Mords eyes stop and Kresha a moment and nods when she makes eye contact. He continues to survey the room and his eyes linger on Raver a moment, then discard her and move on.
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Kresha strolls in bristling with crossbow quivers and looking a bit weather worn. She looks around the room and spots Dwin and Lucidious. Her eyes stop briefly on Aelthas and the company about him. Quietly she makes her way over to the wall behind Dwin and the Chancellor and has a seat.
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Lilin arrives at the last minute, with notebook and writing untensils in hand, taking a seat near the front, looking very academic like
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A quiet Raver stands off near a far wall, listening…. waiting
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Keira sits near Jerr, listening and watching the group. She seems content to wait until the group organizes itself.
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Dwin, standing with the rest of the bloodied Norwick contingency, stands and clears his throat.
Lets get this meeting going. Every second we waste is time for those farkin bugbears to ruin more of our town!
He pounds the table with his fist sending Lucid's wineglass flying up 2 feet in the air….
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Arikess strolls in with his grand yet somewhat rugged robes, ever with the regal mannerisms, and sits at the seat near Genzir and Eldrith. He pours himself some wine and sips, staying very silent, with the same flat look awaiting and listening to whatever plans and conversation to be discussed, assessing them in his mind without comment, yet…
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Tending to those she could, Lily wanders into the meeting battle weary and tired. Taking a seat in the first available one.
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A dour Mord arrives and searches out the room with his eyes. He is in full armor and Norwick colors and peace bonded Weapons and full plate glisten in the flikering light. He finds Dwin and Lucid and moves up near them, whipering quietly a moment, He hands them a folded sheet of vellum, frowns a moment then says one last thing All that can be accounted fer then settels down. Eyes roving over the room.
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Alvah arrives puntually and leaves his cloak and massive crossbow by the door. He quickly moves over and takes his seat beside Dentin and Sudoc.
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A worried looking Laucian watches silently from a lonely corner of the legion hall, making no indication of any intentention of sitting with the others.
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((for the sake of continuity, this meeting is taking place after the fall of Norwick, right?))
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Though not often seen at the battlements, the archdruid arrives. Silent, robbed of sleep, and perhaps crestfallen.
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Purple leather is also seen among the mix as well as the sound of a bite being taken out of a crisp apple.
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Jerr arrives in old ceremonial Narsfolk robes and says little but sits to one side.
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Sudoc walks in and sits next to Dentin.
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A man wearing a black and crimson mask in dark clothing enters the room and leans on a wall at the back, his emotions hidden by the mask.
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Strangely enough, Jeremy waltzes into the room with a cigar in his mouth and a bottle of ale in his hand and takes a seat. He remarks
"Now this'll be damn funny, wonder what the plan'll be."
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William arrives, and talks quietly with those he knows
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tala makes her way in sitting down after helping herself to an ale
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Jiyyd council member Ginger Tealeaf arrives representing the Silver Valley.
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Even Ezachiel, one of Jiyyd's oldest enemies, who was unbanned mere weeks ago, shows up for the meeting, taking a place near to Lucidious, or Genzir if he shows up.
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Andreas arrives, red cloak flowing, helm under arm. He plants his spear into the ground, giving a salute to any of his fellow Akanaxan's present, and gathers them close. He then turns his eyes towards Lyte and listens while keeping a steady eye on Lucidious
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A bit of blue can be seen out of the corner of the eyes of those whose are keen, and the softest of footsteps by those whose ears are much the same. No familiar sent is present, though a hint of cinnamon is in the air
