Discord
Changelog
Zulkir Lallara studied the companions through her divining pool for a long time after they left her massive library. She had summoned them because the bard Melody Singer had intrigued her at the zulkir council. She needed to know more about her.
After bringing Melody, Elliana, Ihsahn, Maegor, and Juliet to her library to test Melody, Lallara had to admit: the bard was good. Melody had passed her tests and performed a rendition of a tune specific to the school of abjuration. Despite herself, Lallara formed an ever-so-slight smile on her ancient and wrinkled face not used to the effort of doing so. Indeed, she was quite good.
And therein lay the problem. Even one as eloquent, and with as much ‘talent’, as she had been unable to sway Aznar Thrul from his path to war. Lallara had actually hoped that Melody had more influence with Thrul. Either that or she had been almost hoping the bard had been a plaything of Thrul’s for no purpose other than the pleasant sight she no doubt provided him. Sadly, neither was the case.
She moved back to her desk and sat down wondering what to do. She had let them all depart with knowledge that they could potentially use against Thrul should they get the chance. The tharchioness of the Priador who he deposed after the Salamander War, Mari Agneh, was indeed alive and held as his sexual plaything and captive. Lallara had planted the notion with Ihsahn that perhaps a better choice of zulkir for the school of evocation was needed. With Maegor she had found him willing to kill a zulkir even if it resulted in the loss of his own, which was further curious to her. And finally, she planted a seed that if attention were diverted from Amruthar in time with the threat of something more important, maybe -just maybe-, bloodshed on a massive scale could be diverted.
Abruptly she rapped her knuckles against her desk and called out shrilly for one of her apprentices.
“I must speak with zulkirs Szass Tam and Yaphyll,” she started as soon as the apprentice had entered the chambers. “There may be a way we could avert this foolishness.”
After bringing Melody, Elliana, Ihsahn, Maegor, and Juliet to her library to test Melody, Lallara had to admit: the bard was good. Melody had passed her tests and performed a rendition of a tune specific to the school of abjuration. Despite herself, Lallara formed an ever-so-slight smile on her ancient and wrinkled face not used to the effort of doing so. Indeed, she was quite good.
And therein lay the problem. Even one as eloquent, and with as much ‘talent’, as she had been unable to sway Aznar Thrul from his path to war. Lallara had actually hoped that Melody had more influence with Thrul. Either that or she had been almost hoping the bard had been a plaything of Thrul’s for no purpose other than the pleasant sight she no doubt provided him. Sadly, neither was the case.
She moved back to her desk and sat down wondering what to do. She had let them all depart with knowledge that they could potentially use against Thrul should they get the chance. The tharchioness of the Priador who he deposed after the Salamander War, Mari Agneh, was indeed alive and held as his sexual plaything and captive. Lallara had planted the notion with Ihsahn that perhaps a better choice of zulkir for the school of evocation was needed. With Maegor she had found him willing to kill a zulkir even if it resulted in the loss of his own, which was further curious to her. And finally, she planted a seed that if attention were diverted from Amruthar in time with the threat of something more important, maybe -just maybe-, bloodshed on a massive scale could be diverted.
Abruptly she rapped her knuckles against her desk and called out shrilly for one of her apprentices.
“I must speak with zulkirs Szass Tam and Yaphyll,” she started as soon as the apprentice had entered the chambers. “There may be a way we could avert this foolishness.”