The following meeting takes place on Sunday afternoon, on the 15th in this first month of our year.
The entreaties had been sent, the conscripts had been gathered. The afternoon was crisp, but sunny. And as the rays of the day came streaming into the room, splintered by the window panes, Isuelt turned to look at those who where present: all of her Sisters and closest and most trusted allies of the Scathachians. A few of the volunteers from the Temple's hospice back when the Rhydin Bengu Fever had been a threat, were present to see to any refreshment needs that their guests needed before those care givers retreated for the formal meeting. The last of the volunteers, an older nurse who had seen the childhoods of several of Rhydin's more elite members in her days as a governess, turned to nod to Isuelt as she shut the double arched doors to the vast meeting hall of the Sanctuary.
"First off, I would like to give all of you my eternal thanks for your presence this afternoon," the tall brunette said with a clear voice as the doors closed upon the private congregation. "Each of you are ready to give of yourselves for this fair city and its citizens. And it is because of actions like yours that Rhydin, while it has its challenges and crises, is a city that is inhabited by good people. Men, women, children that rely on your virtue and integrity." From the time Isuelt had been writing the letters of invite to this parlay, she had been mulling over her words. What she would say, how she would ask. Her long legs took a few slow steps to her left, she had been standing since the arrivals began. And while there were standers and sitters, Isuelt's nerves had her moving constantly. To be sure, their had been no shortage of catastrophes as of late. Renna, Ravenlock, the murdered children in the Old Temple District, as well as the every day crimes of a city of this size. But this, this was something different. And this was something that was aimed prejudicially at the Scathachians. "It is because of both your reputations within our community, as well as your close proximity to the Scathachian Nation that we...my Sisters and I, and indeed our esteemed High Priestess back home...we...we implore you." Before she could continue, she took a breath. Isuelt had never been used to asking for aid, she was usually the one dispensing it. "We...we are in need of your assistance."
Her espresso gaze took a moment to look over their faces. What she had said was true. She would trust her own life to the hands of every person gathered here, without hesitation and without reservation. Isuelt's smooth inhale drew in a breath that lifted her shoulders and let her continue, "Our great and our oldest enemy, Temple Bhaal, as reared its head once more. The Scathachian Sisterhood is not only under attack here in Rhydin, but it seems that they have been festering among and around us for some time. What they have done, is..." Her words were swallowed before they were uttered. The warrior pressed herself to continue, "They have been victorious in doing the unthinkable. And we need your help."
Isuelt's teeth gripped her tongue, she wanted to see their reactions before she continued. She wanted to read their expressions and hear their words before she offered any more.
The entreaties had been sent, the conscripts had been gathered. The afternoon was crisp, but sunny. And as the rays of the day came streaming into the room, splintered by the window panes, Isuelt turned to look at those who where present: all of her Sisters and closest and most trusted allies of the Scathachians. A few of the volunteers from the Temple's hospice back when the Rhydin Bengu Fever had been a threat, were present to see to any refreshment needs that their guests needed before those care givers retreated for the formal meeting. The last of the volunteers, an older nurse who had seen the childhoods of several of Rhydin's more elite members in her days as a governess, turned to nod to Isuelt as she shut the double arched doors to the vast meeting hall of the Sanctuary.
"First off, I would like to give all of you my eternal thanks for your presence this afternoon," the tall brunette said with a clear voice as the doors closed upon the private congregation. "Each of you are ready to give of yourselves for this fair city and its citizens. And it is because of actions like yours that Rhydin, while it has its challenges and crises, is a city that is inhabited by good people. Men, women, children that rely on your virtue and integrity." From the time Isuelt had been writing the letters of invite to this parlay, she had been mulling over her words. What she would say, how she would ask. Her long legs took a few slow steps to her left, she had been standing since the arrivals began. And while there were standers and sitters, Isuelt's nerves had her moving constantly. To be sure, their had been no shortage of catastrophes as of late. Renna, Ravenlock, the murdered children in the Old Temple District, as well as the every day crimes of a city of this size. But this, this was something different. And this was something that was aimed prejudicially at the Scathachians. "It is because of both your reputations within our community, as well as your close proximity to the Scathachian Nation that we...my Sisters and I, and indeed our esteemed High Priestess back home...we...we implore you." Before she could continue, she took a breath. Isuelt had never been used to asking for aid, she was usually the one dispensing it. "We...we are in need of your assistance."
Her espresso gaze took a moment to look over their faces. What she had said was true. She would trust her own life to the hands of every person gathered here, without hesitation and without reservation. Isuelt's smooth inhale drew in a breath that lifted her shoulders and let her continue, "Our great and our oldest enemy, Temple Bhaal, as reared its head once more. The Scathachian Sisterhood is not only under attack here in Rhydin, but it seems that they have been festering among and around us for some time. What they have done, is..." Her words were swallowed before they were uttered. The warrior pressed herself to continue, "They have been victorious in doing the unthinkable. And we need your help."
Isuelt's teeth gripped her tongue, she wanted to see their reactions before she continued. She wanted to read their expressions and hear their words before she offered any more.