The war grinds onwards, the Dwarves, the bugbears, beholders, and now the Simpathics, fight and seek to curb the rights and liberties of Svartheim, yet you remain strong and Free, defiant to the last.

You will not be conquered by these vile birds that seek to consume the kindness and love in your hearts.

Vhurdaer wasn't surprised by the sudden authority, he wore it well, had worn it before. He was a born leader, one who's ferocity and power was always on display. But he was no crude brute. He was thoughtful and measured, hoping to be firm but fair.

Before departing for the tunnels he'd assembled the team and gave an inspiring speech, letting each know that this mission was one of grave danger that would require coordinated efforts and quick, instinctual actions. These Simpathics could turn the soldiers against each other and it was their duty to each other and to their home to keep a watchful and wary eye out for any odd behavior. He'd ended the speech with an exhortation to guard their friends backs as if their own lives depended on it, because the truth was, they likely did.

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Vhurdaer finished his survey of the attendees and then spoke up saying, "Arminna, Jhaelnya, Illiana, come, I would like to speak with you as we move out."


Once the three gathered around him, "You don't know me and I don't know you, but I can promise I will fight tooth and nail on your behalf. What skills do each of you bring? I'd like to discuss strategy before we attempt to take on these threats."

Jhaelnya pauses

"I am gifted with Song, blade, and reasonably capable with magic. I only have one leg" shows the injury... "And couldnt obtain a proper prosthesis leading until recently, my dwelling in Sigil, why I was the one to identify the Simpathics"


Illiana smiles to Armiana "You may remember me from escorting the pilgrims that one time? Im trained in the arts of espionage, of climbing walls, finding and disarming traps.

Im also know to be charismatic" she assures him.