[EVENT] Council Meeting – 10/27/2016

On Thursday, October 27th at 8:00 PM EST, Lord Blackthorn shall preside over a Council Meeting at the castle.

Welcome back your Royal Highness
Lord Blackthorn: Be seated.
Lord Blackthorn: Hail, Britannia
DevilsOwn: hail!
Zath Cousteau: Hail.
DevilsOwn: I believe Jack is in a fugue
DevilsOwn: he generally snaps out of them
Zath Cousteau: Maybe he didn’t have enough rum.
DevilsOwn: many times the case, yes
Lord Blackthorn: Governor Zath, how is Minoc faring after its recent troubles?
Zath Cousteau: We are having to… handle… that affair… with discretion. Too many orfans dissappear too soon and people get too suspicious, you see…
Lord Blackthorn: ?
Lord Blackthorn: I was speaking of the miners…
Zath Cousteau: But I do fear we might be pushing the people too far into desperation. One of my caravans was assaulted for carrying 5 slabs of bacon!
Lord Blackthorn: Explain.
Zath Cousteau: Oh… right… the miners. I thought it was… err… something else… like a popular revolt to take the power or orphans dreaming of becoming heroes.
Zath Cousteau: To overthrow a “just and fair” government.
Lord Blackthorn: Ah, you jest.
Zath Cousteau: But my… professionals are handling that situation with the proper discretion, I assure you.
Lord Blackthorn: I see…
Lord Blackthorn: You have had no further troubles at the mines then?
Zath Cousteau: Death by steel poisoning seem to be a common thing to happen there. Mining issues, you see.
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Zath Cousteau: Nay. The production remains the same. Whipping the miners wouldn’t stop the natural draining of the veins.
Lord Blackthorn: You are aware, of course, of the travesty that occured recently at the mines, correct?
Lord Blackthorn: Involving one of cursed obsidian stones.
DevilsOwn: Zath may have been on retreat
Lord Blackthorn: Uncovering the stone seemed to have unleashed unpredictable magics in the area.
Lord Blackthorn: Infecting the miners as well.
Zath Cousteau: I haven’t been very privy of these matters. I have been busy trying to keep my people happy and in line.
Lord Blackthorn: Understandable. Loyalty is very important, wouldn’t you agree?
Zath Cousteau: This could explain why some of them might be acting suspicious.
Zath Cousteau: Verily.
Lord Blackthorn: Suspicious how?
Zath Cousteau: Some of my people have been… unruly…
Zath Cousteau: This matter has been quietly handled by my professionals as well.
Lord Blackthorn: Your professionals.
Zath Cousteau: Discretion is always important. *nods to self*
Lord Blackthorn: I assume, of course, that you mean your local guard.
Zath Cousteau: Of course, of course.
Zath Cousteau: *coughs lightly*
Lord Blackthorn: Very well.
Lord Blackthorn: Do you have anything further to report?
Zath Cousteau: I will investigate the event further myself and report at our next meeting.
Zath Cousteau: If needed, I will have the entrance to the mine where the artifact was found blown up and closed.
Lord Blackthorn: If that is necessary, then proceed.
Lord Blackthorn: Thank you, Governor.
Zath Cousteau: Thank you, Lord Blackthorn.
Lord Blackthorn: Governor Sparrow, how fares Trinsic?
Jack Sparrow: Well, sire
Jack Sparrow: for the 1st time in 3 years governing Trinsic
Jack Sparrow: i have no bad news to report
DevilsOwn: *smile*
Lord Blackthorn: That is good to hear.
Jack Sparrow: the trade road from Jhelom to Trinsic and from Trin to Skara & Britain
Jack Sparrow: have been cleared of all bandits and mongbats
Jack Sparrow: i have not heard of a single raid on a trader caravan in the last 30 days
Lord Blackthorn: You sound very optimistic. I trust your scouts have been thorough.
Jack Sparrow: i believe the increased presence of my city guards on the road has contributed
Jack Sparrow: of course once you pass by the city of Britain
Jack Sparrow: i’m hearing rumors of strangers in the Brit Cemetary
Jack Sparrow: as well as other cemetaries througout the kindom
Lord Blackthorn: Yes, the ghastly butchers have come to do their grisly work once again.
Jack Sparrow: kingdom*
Jack Sparrow: Dispiro Malas
Lord Blackthorn: They seem to haunt our graveyards for some unknown purpose, and then disappear.
Jack Sparrow: i have offered the governor of Brit my assistance in ridding their cemetary of these vileous creatures
Jack Sparrow: i have personnaly slain 40 of them myself
Lord Blackthorn: Yet, they always seem to return.
Jack Sparrow: and now have a stockpile of these strange carving knives
Jack Sparrow: that is all the news i have at this time
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Lord Blackthorn: Thank you, Governor.
Jack Sparrow: oh
Lord Blackthorn: Governor Beowulf, welcome.
Jack Sparrow: you’re welcome sire
Lord Blackthorn: How fares the city of Moonglow?
DevilsOwn: *nudge*
Lord Blackthorn: *chuckles*
Lord Blackthorn: We’ll come back to you, governor.
Lord Blackthorn: Governor DevilsOwn
DevilsOwn: *smile*
Zath Cousteau: *scribles some notes and murmurs quietly to self some stuff regarding using those ghastly butchers strength*
DevilsOwn: as you know, m’Lord, we held the Phoenix Festival earlier this month
Lord Blackthorn: How fares Skara Brae?
DevilsOwn: attendance was low, but those that were there had a fun day
Lord Blackthorn: Ah, yes.
Lord Blackthorn: I was glad to attend the final event.
Jack Sparrow: *nods in agreement*
DevilsOwn: I’d like to mention that there were many helping hands
DevilsOwn: Zath, Aavie, Mr Crowley and Uriah all helped with events and planning
DevilsOwn: yes, I was especially pleased that you could attend the memorial, Sire
DevilsOwn: thank you
DevilsOwn: as for our little town, some of the farmers did not get their crops tilled under
DevilsOwn: and now must wait for the ferocious pumpkins to vanish
DevilsOwn: farmers are not very good fighters
DevilsOwn: and my patrols must keep watch for real dangers
Lord Blackthorn: It sounds as if you are well ahead of the matter.
DevilsOwn: I try to have sympathy, but the farmers were warned of this
DevilsOwn: *grin*
DevilsOwn: they’ll just have to have cold fingers later on
Lord Blackthorn: It is quite a mystery, that every year pumpkins seem to grow inexplicably in every patch of farm
Lord Blackthorn: Even where pumpkins were not even planted.
Lord Blackthorn: I wonder what is the cause for that.
DevilsOwn: I simply chalk it up to the magics of the dirt
Jack Sparrow: Haven’t you heard of Peter Pumpkin Seed?
DevilsOwn: *grin*
DevilsOwn: and they don’t attack unless you tickle them
DevilsOwn: so actually, pretty harmless
Lord Blackthorn: A rogue planting evil pumpkin seeds in all of the farms across Britannia.
Lord Blackthorn: That explanation sounds as outlandish as any other.
DevilsOwn: that’s all the news from Skara, m’Lord
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Lord Blackthorn: Thank you.
Lord Blackthorn: Governor Zalan
Lord Blackthorn: How fares the town of Yew?
Zalan: I have a few things to report and talk about
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Zalan: As you can see I lost my wings and horns
Zalan: Exploring KotL can be a we bit dangerous
Zalan: I was studying the wheel of time and got hit by some mystic energy
Zalan: There are rumors that a lich has taken residents in the Yew Crypt’
Zalan: and that it is seeking power in Yew
Lord Blackthorn: *frowns*
Zath Cousteau: *perks up and starts writing more notes*
Zalan: It has been seen roaming the streets wieldingits dark magic
Lord Blackthorn: The streets of Yew?
Zalan: Yes
Zalan: The guards have been instructed to dispact
Zalan: it
Zalan: They have yet to do it
Zalan: They say it has ties to the Bane Chosen
Lord Blackthorn: What troubles has the lich caused?
Zalan: When has a litch ever done anything good
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Zalan: I believe it may seek a seat of Power amongst the Governors Council
Zalan: I fear that it is casting spells upon the population to achive this
Zath Cousteau: *whispers to self* Interesting. *writes more stuff down*
Zalan: Are not the election next month my lord?
Lord Blackthorn: They will be held in December.
Lord Blackthorn: A lich has no place on this council.
Lord Blackthorn: The undead are creatures of profound evil.
Zalan: I fear that with the casting of its spells it may be the next Governor of Yew
Zalan: That is all I have to report at this time
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Lord Blackthorn: I will never permit a lich to hold a seat.
Zalan: What if it is elected?
Lord Blackthorn: I do not believe the people of Yew would elect an undead monster as their leader.
DevilsOwn: are they that good at disguise? that we could be fooled?
Zalan: I shudder at the thought, I hope you are right Lord
Lord Blackthorn: It is possible to employ magic to conceal one’s identity.
Zath Cousteau: Real monsters prefer to seize power without being elected or by being given a sword by a lady lying in a pound.
Lord Blackthorn: Yes, but truly insidious creatures have a way of sneaking through the shadows of our ignorance.
Jack Sparrow: *tries to hide the fact that he’s a vampire*
Zath Cousteau: *coughs* Ah, yes… verily…
Jack Sparrow: I’m just very pale
DevilsOwn: *looks harder at everyone in room*
Lord Blackthorn: Thank you for your report, Governor.
Lord Blackthorn: I have some news to report myself.
Zath Cousteau: For the report, I am no undead monster!
Lord Blackthorn: Recently as some of you know, Commander Forthwin lead another expedition into a tomb
Lord Blackthorn: The royal guard succeeded in slaying the knight.
Jack Sparrow: aye, i was there
Lord Blackthorn: I am curious to know, which knights have been encountered so far?
DevilsOwn: Lady of Despair?
DevilsOwn: hmmm
Lord Blackthorn: There are six, so the story goes. Until now we have only seen five.
Jack Sparrow: i have been present for killing 4 of them
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
DevilsOwn: I’m so confused, thought certainly we had slain six
DevilsOwn: such long battles, maybe that’s why
Lord Blackthorn: According to my reports, five have been defeated.
Lord Blackthorn: I am also curious to know if any observant adventures have noticed anything useful
Lord Blackthorn: from the tombs they visited
DevilsOwn: Wandering Knight, Burning Baron was the last one
Lord Blackthorn: The Commander has so far seemed entirely content with slaying the knights and departing quickly.
Lord Blackthorn: *thumbs through his notes*
Lord Blackthorn: Yes, the Dread Lord, was one. Then there was the Wandering Knight.
Lord Blackthorn: The Lady of Despair, and then the Burning Baron.
Lord Blackthorn: Most recently, the Eldritch Knight.
Lord Blackthorn: *frowns*
Jack Sparrow: so there’s still a 6th one at large then
DevilsOwn: would seem so
Lord Blackthorn: Yes, and it is this final knight which concerns me the most.
Lord Blackthorn: The old story of the knights tells of their leader, who was called the Pallid Knight.
Zath Cousteau: … Maybe… perhaps… on the odd chance… it would be better to beat said beast into submission and study its power to master and employ it at our benefit!
Lord Blackthorn: I would sooner see it vanquished forever. That power should not rest in anyone’s hands.
Zath Cousteau: Such a waste of good talent, slaying them all.
Lord Blackthorn: The Pallid Knight was said to be particularly cruel, and calculating.
DevilsOwn: I had thought all the Knights were equal, if the ones we’ve seen had a leader……
DevilsOwn: *shudder*
Lord Blackthorn: And, not unrelated, a letter recently arrived at the castle.
Lord Blackthorn: I shall post the letter later for public viewing.
Lord Blackthorn: However I will tell you now, it appears to be something calling itself the Rat King.
Lord Blackthorn: This Rat King claims to possess the final obsidian stone.
Lord Blackthorn: It seems rather coincidental for it to be addressing us now, at this very time.
Lord Blackthorn: The letter is an open challenge to the guard to face its army.
Jack Sparrow: Rat king?
Lord Blackthorn: I would normally toss such a demand but under these circumstances, I fear I cannot.
Zath Cousteau: Then we march and paint our streets red with their blood.
Jack Sparrow: i’m with Zath
DevilsOwn: Have you replied yet, m’Lord?
Lord Blackthorn: Therefore, in two weeks time Commander Forthwin shall organize an expedition to meet this king.
Lord Blackthorn: No.
Lord Blackthorn: Our reply will be sword and spell.
Jack Sparrow: and arrows
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Zath Cousteau: … Or… we could be more subtle. Polymorph one of our… professionals… and poison this “king” food.
Jack Sparrow: dipped in “cheese” sauce
Zath Cousteau: Cut their heart, then march through them, wetting the ground red with their blood while they are leaderless and confused.
Lord Blackthorn: We would still have to deal his army.
Zath Cousteau: An army is easier dispatched when it has no one to command.
Lord Blackthorn: True.
Lord Blackthorn: What of the risk to the stone it claims to have?
Jack Sparrow: we will find it and destroy like we did the otheres
Jack Sparrow: others*
DevilsOwn: The obelisk must be secured and opened
Zath Cousteau: Well, it could raise the king from the dead as an undead abomination. But that could be handled in some way or another.
Lord Blackthorn: Yes, securing it is of utmost importance.
Lord Blackthorn: When these stones become unstable they have a tendency to draw the undead.
Zath Cousteau: I shall… consult with some specialists of my clan regaring special… spices we could use to dismiss this “king”.
Zath Cousteau: Certain “spices” are useful to handle matters discretely. *nods to self*
Lord Blackthorn: Very well.
Lord Blackthorn: If you come to a solution, then you may present it to me.
Lord Blackthorn: In two weeks we shall engage them and find the stone.
DevilsOwn: Sire, Skara Brae’s guard stands ready to accompany the Commander
Lord Blackthorn: *nods*
Lord Blackthorn: Thank you, Governor.
Zath Cousteau: We could gift this king a glorious cake as a token of appreciation. One laced with enough “spice” to kill a dinosaur.
Zath Cousteau: It is a very efficient method to dispose of a detractor. *nods to self*
Lord Blackthorn: Submit a plan to me. I will consider it.
Lord Blackthorn: That concludes my words this evening.
Jack Sparrow: thank you sire
Lord Blackthorn: Does anyone have a matter they wish to bring up before the council?
Jack Sparrow: Trinsic stands ready to meet and defeat this foe
Zath Cousteau: I shall prepare detailed notes of that plan.
Zath Cousteau: … Something is off place here.
Jack Sparrow: we seem to have a visitor
Zath Cousteau: I don’t recall calling for a friend.
Lord Blackthorn: If no one has anything to bring to the council, I call this meeting to a close.
Lord Blackthorn: Long live Britannia!
Lord Blackthorn: *glances to Lord Bones*
Jack Sparrow: we may have to deal with Lord Bones
Lord Blackthorn: Oh, do take off that ridiculous costume.
DevilsOwn: hehehe