"I am now, though my past has escaped my memory, including your master. But should it be his or your wishes to me to be here, I cannot ignore a respects owed." He wasn't sure how much of this he had to vocalize and how much he just had to thought, the way they spoke/thought was interesting.

Yeszz.. it is the wish of the Hostusz to pronounce you aszzz .. aszzz a friend, an ally, and a deeply honourable being.. the Hostusz thankssss you z for everything, and in the final teztamentzs wishes you to have tge remainzss of Anvildramdum to remakesz and reuse.. is there - an objection?"

A strange combination and telepathy and vocalization came from the creature, informing Anik of Valverstus's will.

"No objections what so ever, and I thank Balverstus for what memories he shared with me though I shall appreciate them more when I find them I'm sure. I get the strong feeling, like nostalgia when I see him. I feel he was a good person even without the memories. As his Dhaal I shall let you know that you are always welcome to visit upon me." He leave the alter of the dead spider and goes over to the gardens where he might find other spiders, he had not talked with a Systemarch to much length (not within his memory of course). He deeply curious as to what Anvildramdum was as much as the memories were. More and more he knew he needed to find those memories... the more he lived now, the more important they were. He even began to suspect fowl play in their removal or blocking. As for the hammer... remaking a systemarch weapon would prove a challenge, but Anik loved to accept and complete challenges. He was competitive with himself always it seemed. He also knew the rumor of their teeth... and wondered if that might help him. He just mused around to see if anyone seemed to recognize him, if not then he would move over to a Systemarch who seemed board, greeting them politely to see if they might make small talk.
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Walk withzz tradition and die as you create, Crafterzss..

So far, Anik noticed no-one..

No one, that is, except for the ninth Councilman to arrive. Dark hair, shadowed eyes, a long grey and black cloak.. a familiar face, familiar smile.. flanked by two Earthborn soldiers.. silver blades hanging at his belt, an air of sophistication, determination..

A name, nothing else: Wyrn.

Would he approach the Councilman.. ?

Approaching him wouldn't be the best idea now. He would look at him to see if he recognized Anik (looking for anyone who gave him looks of recognition). He would nod should Wyrn look in his direction (as one being stared at by another often does). Then should Wyrn try to contact him, or wave him over he would go over, if not, he follows his "find a board looking (or if all else fails alone) spider" plan.

Anik was a man of plans and peace currently. No need to upset the peace, and he already had a previous plan.

Msonus slowly makes his way here. He has not tidied up to the same degree as Anik had: there was no lacing, and his clothing lacked much in way of color. Though he did not know Balverstus personally in this memory, he recalls the emotions of spider that was to have tested him, and he is saddened.

He introduces himself at the gate, and, trying to make sense of the foreign proceedings, joins those in line to consult.

  Hallowed Leord Maxillita the Second, High Goddess of Fantasy, Hero Redeemed, entered the gardens quietly, her face and form shrouded by the intricate dark Xian armor she wore. A heavy black sabre hung at her waist, possessing a dark, eldritch luster. She took little notice of the guard, simply stating her name quietly as she passed.

   She kept her head inclined in a gesture of mourning and sadness. Of all those who were here, only she had seen Balverstus die. Only she had looked into the eyes of his killer. Using a slight amount of air magic, she silenced her footfalls as she walked to the silver altar. She knew not what the Dhall would bequeath to her. She owed Balverstus her life. Would they demand payment?

Ruse appears here, and shifts back into physical form.

He leaves Cashmathar alone. He would ask Roid if he had the chance about its apparent lack of Stamina. ruse approaches the gateway to the area and flashes his low lord badge and oathblade to the guards, and breifly fills the area with mist before dismissing it all with a wave of the hand. It was undeniable that this was Ruse, the god of Mist.

And this mist god was on the official guest list.

Walking into the funeral gardens, Ruse assessed the area, taking note of who was all currently in attendance. He wanted to speak with the Dhaal though as soon as possible, although he'd not cut in line or anything. While not as close to Balverstus as Max and Roid, Ruse did - after all - have a positive understanding with the fallen systemarch. At the very least, Ruse considered the spider to be in his good graces, as he respected Ruse's secrets while freely offering his own goodwill in return.

Anik

Anik soon moved over to a short, female Systemarch who sat solemnly under one of the many trees in the garden, drinking rum and smoking orange-scented cigarettes. In her hands was a long, metallic red staff, the likes of which Anik had never seen before - a Systemarch Attainment, no doubt.

"Hello, there," said the woman, nodding towards Anik. "How're you, uh, yes, doing?"

The Line - Msonus & Max

Behind Msonus was a petite - yet dangerous-looking - young woman dressed in full ceremonial armour. This was Max; Max noted that in front of him was a shabby wanderer with eyes attached to the stars. The line was long, but moving reasonably quickly.

Ruse

Ruse noted that nine out of ten Councilmen were present - Lictros was missing. He saw Roid talking to another Councilman, with dark, hollowed eyes and a cape made of silver, and the Spider smiled thinly and gestured the God of Mist to join them.

Ruse saw Max...or Maxilita in this case. He wasn't sure how the god became a goddess, although he did recognize his divine aura and life signature. He surmised that it had something to do with Osiria-Ra, the mysterious psychic entity that was manifesting as a static, and all that drama, but he'd have to ask the goddess later. He, no she, would probably tell him. And if not, well...Ruse would just take the knowledge himself.

He want to head in line, but saw that it was still quite long right now. He waved at one of the Dhaal, motioning that he intended to speak with them soon. Just so they knew he was there. With the line as long as it was though, Ruse figured that he needed to attend to Roid first...who just happened to be waving him over. What an interesting opportunity. Dangerous with all those councilors there in one place, but also a great opportunity for positive exposure.

Ruse glided gracefully across the grass to Roid's side. He gave an elegant curtsey, and said,

"Greetings my Lord Councilors."

Msonus, standing in line, does not initially notice the woman behind him. Yet when he turns around for a moment, he catches sight of the strange goddess, and blinks, with all three eyes.

"Nightmare? " he says quietly to himself. He shakes his head, turning back to look at the line. "A dream, but a dark one. Trestles hold the bridge, but do we fill them in when they have carried their purpose?"
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"Msonus. Do you like riddles?" She whispered to the wanderer. "I know one no mortal has been able to answer."

Msonus turns back around to look at the woman one more time. There was something strange in his eyes. Was it curiosity?

Whatever it was, it was swiftly gone.  "A stranger speaking names unspoken? Go on, speak your riddle, but I do not trifle with games. "

((Nice metagame Max...))

Anik looked at the staff briefly then slowly enough for someone not sure with the god's languages says. "Amazing, but then most systemarch attainments, if its not one... then the compliment remains." He bows. "I am doing well, my name is Anik, God of Craft. Did you know "Balverstus personally?"

((I already know his name from the funeral list and from the conclave herald, so suck it. He knows my name, too.))

"There was a man who lived alone at peak of Mount Ruon. He had his ability to answer any question correctly, his knowledge was so vast and his blessings so great. People from all the Realms would journey to the peak for answers to their questions. If they wished to trick him and make him answer incorrectly through manipulation of grammar of somesuch, they would lose their way in a blizzard and never find the man. One day, a young man from the realm of Tau journeyed to peak of Mt. Ruon and asked the man a question he did not know the answer to. What was that question?" Max said, reciting the riddle.
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Anik

"Yes.. oh, yes, I am his forge-sister," said the woman. "My name is Lillsterus, uh, um, sorry, and yes, this is my Penduramnt. What about, yourself, yes?"

The Line - Msonus & Max

The line shifted forward, ever so slowly.

The riddle remained unanswered.

Ruse

"Ah, Secretary Ruse," said Roid, nodding. "This is Councilman Wyrn. Friend Wyrn, this is the fellow I was telling you about.. 'the one not bound by chains'. I hope that his particular talents will be able to overcome Lictros.."

"Ah, well, let's hope," smiled Wyrn. "How do you do, Ruse?"

((But you didn't know HE was HIM! Can you do to a party of people you don't know, look at the guest list and say pick out everyone in the room and match a name?))

"I'm sorry for you loss then, Lillsterus, close indeed I guess. I do not know the intricacies of Systemarch relations, gods may or may not have parents, so having siblings is rare." He wondered for a moment. "I think I was supposed to know him more professionally than personally, but I have the feeling we learned from eachother often, unfortunately, my most recent incarnation did not include the memories of our time spent together." He was a bit curious.

Msonus doesn't seem to have an answer, but nods at the story. "How intriguing."

He watches the girl for a while longer as they wait in line, but keeps glancing away.

Maxine smiled. "What's it like to have three eyes? I imagine you have great depth perception."

Ruse grinned a bit, but then composed himself and responded.

"A pleasure to meet you in person, Councilor Wyrn. I hope to have a most peaceful relationship with Lord Lictros, ideally. Were you close to the deceased?"

Ruse mentally tried to gain some info while he waited for a response.

COMMAND: Pull up any pertinent information on Councilor Wyrn.

COMMAND: Use my low lord priviledges and access what you can about operation EMBALMER'S REACH. Cross reference the query through the office of Roid, as a secretary.

Msonus blinks.

"Depth perception?" Msonus asks, sounding tired. "Yes, I suppose you could say that. But three eyes or two, there are those who will not perceive regardless. "

"What matters most for that kind of perception, I think, is the mind's eye. Is that what your third eye symbolizes?"

Anik

"Yes, Balverstus loved to teach," sighed the sister. "Now, if you excuse me, I suppose I must consult his Dhaal.."

With that, the woman stood up and left.

The Line - Msonus & Max

It was soon Msonus's turn to speak to the Dhaal.

As he steps forward, he sees the curled corpse of Balverstus in front of him, the Dhaal buzzing about in the gash within his gut.

Mszzonus, come closzer..

Ruse

"Not as close as I would have liked," said Wyrn, sighing. "Unfortunately.. we didn't exactly see eye to eye on many things, and that will be one of the regrets I will hold until my own eternal death. What about yourself? Here on Conclave business, yes?"

Roid smiled.

"Wyrn has been assisting me with the counter-ops involved in Operation EMBALMER'S REACH, which you may have heard of," said Roid. "You are, of course, a vital part of it."

With a mixture of reverence and curiosity, Msonus pauses for a moment. He shuts his left eye, and, nodding once to himself, steps forward. "A friend gone and returned, speaking to those of a friend dead," he mutters to himself.

((Don't forget my SUIT queries. ^_^))

Ruse nodded to Roid, and replied,

"Yes Councilor, I am currently in the process of investigating some hopefully fringe issues with Osiris Ra and two of our own Conclave gods - you are probably aware of the channel issues by now, but I am taking care of it. After that, I am tying up some loose ends with Tyche, as well as gathering information for my next move against the cult of Osiris. I'm considering some assassinations in Tushmuthut, or if we uncover other things that need investigating, I can do that too."

He looked to Wyrn, and replied,

"I was on good terms with Balverstus, although Maxine was even more close to him than I. I wished to get to know him even more, and I do need to consult the Dhaal as well, although the line is long right now still. So to answer your question, I am here partially for the Conclave and partially for myself."