conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Gaiyamato: Four figures arrive in the newly settled Kobold Thorpe to the north, seeking the leader of the settlement.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  
  Kythyss and Draj can post after a description of the thorpe has been put up, the the others should reply.
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DawnRaven: Spoiler 
  
  If Raunchel doesn't mind, I love long-winded descriptions and Eril would have left the kobolds with some requests (she's not arrogant enough to make demands of them..not yet).
   
  
  The thorpe is well guarded. Torug the Black, four units of skeletons and two units of kobold zombies led by a kobold wight protect Durnil's borders. Oddly enough, many of undead are being used to help construct new houses or till the fields around the area. The yipping kobolds scurry around the town, directing and pushing undead to do their tasks properly.
  
  The buildings are made of wood, sod and thatch for the most part with very little stone. The one exception is a long, low house where the head of the village lives and a crude, stone shrine in the town center. Several masons are clambering up ladders beside the shrine, chipping away at a smooth section to engrave words.
   
   Spoiler: Durnil's Prayer 
  
  Durnil's Prayer
  See the chariot at hand, here of death,
  wherein our baron rideth.
  Each that draws is a bone
  Or skull, and whilst the coach—Death Guideth
  As he goes, all hearts do duty
  unto his authority
  And enamoured do wish they might enjoy
  such a night that they were to run by
  Inauti's side through woods,
  through seas,
  wherever he will ride, wherever he will ride.
   
  
  
  The as-yet-ordered stacks of bones beside the shrine indicate the god of its worship. Some of the kobolds seem nervous around the undead, but many seem to have adjusted.
  
   At the sight of yet more strangers approaching the thorpe, the peaceful appearance changes. Kobolds scurry into houses, slamming doors shut and yipping loudly. The ranks of undead form up rapidly, lifting weapons menacingly.  (Not sure if Raunchel would have the Wight or Ogre Mage do the talking so leaving any other description to her. Just couldn't help but slip in the chance to write more prayers for Inautia :P)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Raunchel: The kobold wight approaches the strangers, with several zombies by his side. He says with a monotone voice: "Welcome, strangers, who does the realm of Arnil have the pleasure to receive?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: nersxe: Kythyss smiles in mild amusement when the undead raise their weapons to her. Clearly they know nothing of a daughter of the Dark Empire, or they wouldn't bother.
  
  "Kythyss, Duchess of the Southern Dark Empire and member of the Dark Council," Kythyss introduces herself with a smirk, "my general, Draj, and two of our elite guard."
  
  She crosses her arms over her bare, scaly chest. "And who has the realm of Arnil sent to greet one of the favored daughters of the Dark Empire?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Raunchel: "I am Gorduil, blessed with eternity by the Matriarch. It is my pleasure to welcome you here, I shall speak for my lady.", the kobold looks like he has seen better times, there is a large gash in his head, caused by some sort of cutting implement.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: nersxe: "I see," Kythyss replies, not bothering to hide her small frown. She had expected to be greeted by someone whose name was feared, not an unknown... undead-person.
  
  Smoothing her facial expression, Kythyss tilts her head. "I look forward to seeing the meeting place you have  surely  prepared in accordance with Arnil's standards."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rakaydos: Draj, the draconian "Roman" stood impassivly behind his leader, letting her handle the negotiations. His role was simply to fend off any... untoward advances, personal or otherwise.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Raunchel: The wight bows: "Please follow me to the reception hall, it isn't grand, but this is only a small community in the glorious realm of our Queen."
  
  He escorts the visitors to a newly constructed building, which serves as the local center of administration. There is a hall there, with a long table in the middle surrounded by artfully crafted seats. There is one that is placed on a pedestal, a portrait of Sybille is placed on it. The kobold sits down and says: "Please, please be seated and then we can talk about the reason for your visit."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: nersxe: Kythyss lounges on the provided seating. It's not quite constructed to be comfortable for her (especially not with her tail), but she makes do, tapping her taloned fingers on the table before turning to the wight with an eyebrow raised.