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Dec 17 2008 9:05am
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Episode 1: Episode 2: Episode 3:

"Are you sure that Vig will give them the message"  Garruk grunted, with just a touch of worry in his voice.

"I have complete confidence in my messengers" replied Glissa coyly.  Garruk didn't need to know the *exact* details of the message that was being sent.  As far as Garruk knew, Vig was alive and well and going to tell the artifacts what to do next. She didn't feel the need to tell Garruk that her assassins had used him as a crimson inkwell.  His death was no loss to this cause.  Vig was far too enamored with those machines to be of use in the new world anyway.  The only thing that she nearly felt remorse for was torturing and killing her actual allies for their time and space altering spells.  They seemed like good people, considering that they weren't elves, of course.  They hated those artifacts almost as much as she did; but they were humans, and they would never allow her to access that magic if they knew the purpose for which it was to be used.  And as usual, The Voice reassured her that it was better they die now by her hands than for them to see the end of world.  She would be merciful to them, which is more than she could guarantee if she were to let them live.

+3
Ghostway
+4
Mercy Killing
+1
Vigilant Martyr
+4
Exile
 

Ghostway
Mercy Killing
Vigilant Martyr
Exile


"My only concern is that Vol might not ask you for your help."  Said Glissa, who was still unsure of Garruk's claim that Vol would indeed turn to him with this project.  Not that she actually needed Garruk or Vol to accomplish this, but it would be far more expedient to the cause if she could have them handle the dirty work of destroying the world while she finished her preparations for rebuilding the world as it should be.  Delegation is the true mark of leadership, after all.

"Don't worry about that, love" replied Garruk.  "I've been bailing him out of situations for years.  The moron always reacts with his emotions first, jumping in to help with whatever cause plucks his heartstrings... then he realizes that he can't actually DO what he said he would do and runs to Garruk to fix it.  Every. Bloody. Time."  

"That's good to know" said Glissa who could barely restrain herself from rolling her eyes at Garruk.  What a self absorbed, pompous beast he was.  Oh well, he would soon be out of her way as well.  "Well darling" soothed Glissa, "it's about time for my other council members to arrive, and you must to be wherever Vol would expect to find you.  I guess we'll have to part for a while.  I will miss you so terribly much." Mixing truth and lies together was something she was taught long ago.  The practice suited her well.  She found that it was far easier for others to accept the lie when they wanted to believe the truth to which it was attached.  Garruk nodded and disappeared into the forest as Glissa prepared the meeting place, and the gifts.

+1 Garruk Wildspeaker

The council members began to arrive about an hour after Garruk left.  The first group to appear was the Ouphe clan, with the notorious 'Finks' leading the group.
+4 
Kitchen Finks

Shortly after their arrival the Cat clan slinked from the shadows.  A gigantic cat appeared silently, followed quickly by a multitude of smaller, equally agile, and no less deadly looking cats.
+1
Sabertooth Nishoba
 

Garruk Wildspeaker
Kitchen Finks
Sabertooth Nishoba


All the members looked around in dismay tas he earth began to shake.  It wasn't and earthquake, it was just that the Elephants and Elementals arrived. Shortly thereafter, the faeries fluttered into view and the snakes slithered around the makeshift encampment. 
+1
Loxodon Hierarch
+1
Vigor
+4
Sakura-Tribe Elder
+2
Glissa Sunseeker
+4
Steward of Valeron
 

Loxodon Hierarch
Vigor
Sakura-Tribe Elder
Glissa Sunseeker
Steward of Valeron

Once all of the groups of the council had arrived, each clans' delegate joined the circle.

The Elemental representative spoke first.  "Thank you for calling this meeting, Glissa.  There have been disturbing reports of your activities.  Tales of torture, secret meetings, and other problematic accusations.  It's all quite disturbing"  Glissa's reply was as cool as ice... she ignored the initial statement and instead replied with a completely different subject.  "As is the custom of my people, I have brought each of you a gift for our meeting.  Before we begin, I insist that you each open them.  To not do so would be an insult to the elvish people."  Inside each box was a small trinket of some sort.  Enchantments and magics each attuned to the receiver's particular taste.  Also inside of each gift was a note.  Some notes were mere platitudes and pleasantries, warmly thanking the recipient for attending... but the other gifts had cards which contained quite detailed blackmail information.  Four of the six other council members received such warnings.  As each blackmailed member read his or her note, their countenance gradually became more and more rigid.  To the point that each one scarcely moved.

+ 4
Cowed by Wisdom
 

Cowed by Wisdom


Glissa continued the conversation.  "Those unfounded accusations are not the reason I called this meeting.  And I would prefer to get right to the actual point.  I need the Mirari magics; more specifically, the Wakes."  The faerie and the elemental scoffed, but the rest merely fidgeted nervously.  Glissa wasted no time in calling for a vote to determine if she would, in fact, be allowed to use the Wakes.  The vote was quick.  Five members including Glissa voted 'yay', and only two voted 'nay'.  The elemental and faerie representatives looked aghast.  Their gazes went from one another, then to the other members and finally landed squarely upon Glissa.

"I don't know what you've done to make this happen," growled Vigor, "but we will be closely watching this situation."

"Then I believe our business is adjourned here" snapped Glissa.

"Wait just a moment."  Stammered the faerie representative.  "I believe that we still need to address the reports of your misdeeds."

"My misdeeds?" muttered Glissa.  It wasn't merely a question, it was an accusation.  "Very well!  As per the rules, we'll put it to a vote.  Should these accusations of MY misdeeds in fact, be investigated?"  And once again, the vote was five to two in Glissa's favor.

"As I said", spat Glissa crossly.  "We're done here."  And with that, she summoned her cadre of elves to assist her in removing the enchantments that were summoned as the initial vote had finished.  She brazenly led the victorious elves back to the forest, enchantments in tow, leaving the rest of the council to sheepishly go their own ways.

+3
Mirari's Wake
+1
Natural Order
+1
Wilt-Leaf Liege
+2
Fyndhorn Elves
+2
Llanowar Elves
+2
Selesnya Guildmage
+1
Tolsimir Wolfblood
 

Mirari
Natural Order
Wilt-Leaf Liege
Fyndhorn Elves
Llanowar Elves
Selesnya Guildmage
Tolsimir Wolfblood

 
That night, Glissa was awoken again by the voice.  That voice, which drove her to this fate.  That voice, which once was a soothing, reassuring, placating voice.  That voice, which had gotten louder and less reserved.  It had never woken her before, but that voice was resounding in her head.  That voice, which was screaming just three words, incessantly shrieking those two words...

"IT'S COMING!"