<font color=skyblue>She raises an eyebrow at the mention of taking something of hers, and snarls softly under her breath. But, knowing the Mage and how he loves to brag, she dismisses it for the moment. She reaches into the flames, cupping a few into the palm of her hand and holds them at eye level as they dance across her palm happily, contemplating his words.

At the mention of balance, the flames upon her palm appear to scrutinize the Mage dancing in an ancient way, twisting this way and that, looking him over, sizing him up as fire is wont to do. She narrows her eyes at the name Reaper, and chuckles softly..

Lifting her eyes to the ceiling briefly, she smiles.. Her whispered reply bounces of the walls and shadows, floating upon the breeze that is in the room, finally landing upon his ears deep in his shadow cloak, tickling them with her answer...

"You are correct about the battlefield, but we have yet to see who will get to pick that place, eh? As for holding powers over me, that is to be expected. I am in your tower. But also know, I hold something over you also."She smiles at him for a moment..."As for the balance, yes my kind protect and defend that balance. As for the Reaper, I was under the impression he is wanting YOUR job, and is just playing you along. As for an advantage, have you forgotten the WindBringer? He might not be here physically, but the spirit of him and his kind are still on my side, so I would say that makes us even in balance for the moment. Pester Reaper? I believe not, I am interested in seeing what his plans are..."

She pauses, and tilts her head towards the hallway.... Her eyes shift to their wolf-like quality as she smiles listening...

"Is something wrong, Mage? I hear a commotion below somewhere... Someone sounds... sounds irritated..." She chuckles again, watching his face....

"Did one of your prisoners or pets get free, I wonder, to run rampamt below and play with your creatures?"

She shifts slightly to the other boot, and casually leans upon her staff as she lifts the flames upon her palm to her face again, and softly blows, sending the flames to dance merrily around the room... they dance happily upon the breeze finding the Mage in his shadows, and softly lights the shadows with blue/silver reflection then wink out with a small laugh that echoes through the room...</font>

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<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

He studied Plaxica for a time, then turned his eyes to Liam after making certain to catch Larry's expression at their words.

Small chance.

"I am confident these people with me now have between them all the knowledge of this crime I need be made aware of. I would myself consider leaving either Silt or Vincent here at mister Silverfall's word neither played a part in the attempt on his life, but I feel it to be fairer to bring both than to nominate one of them to remain behind. I have no desire nor a need to enlarge the size of the party by adding yet another to its number."

He thought of the sheer amount of dark magicians who had claimed they were chosen. Never an end to them.

"Furthermore, I have found over the years that the fates are perfectly capable of adjusting to setbacks. I shall have to refuse you, good sir."</font>

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

He looked at the Inquisitor with a look which among many other sentiments betrayed surprise and frustration.

"Don't you wish to find out the full truth? Will you content yourself with just a part of it? I thought from your words that you were a better man than that."</font>

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<font color=green>Andrion Wilgor ??/60</font>(OOC: how many HP has he lost from Arcades clawing him?)

<font color=green>Andrion was drifting in and out of consciousness. The world was all blank around him and whenever he was conscious the pain was nearly unbearable. He could not think of anything, but his failure. Should he survive whatever this Inquisitor was going to do it was going to be the Mage who would punish him and actually he was more afraid of the mage. He would have to try to amend his mistake. Looking around himself he tried to make out where he was, but then he fell unconscious again.</font>

<font color=orange>Inquisitor Marcos of Snowdale - 98/98

He raised an eyebrow at the man's challenge.

"I am content with this part of the truth, as you phrase it. To hold the whole of the truth is a quest outlasting an immortal man's lifetime. I have no interest in the weekly profits of the storekeeper who sold the assassin the murder weapon, nor do I desire to find out which flavour of pies his wife likes best.
"Not, at least, until it proves the information might be relevant to the matter at hand.
"Furthermore, I would appreciate it should you let me do my work now without your bold questioning of my judgement. You are not helping yourself."</font>

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<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica was liking this inquisitor less and less. He was like most of the religious fanatics he had met during his travels in certain aspects. Only interested by the mission given to him by his order. However bad this discussion could be for Plaxica's future he was not going to let it go.

"I do think that the presence of the female near the town was relevant. But you could ask the one knows as Liam about this. He seems to know more."

Then he expectantly looked at Liam, waiting for him to speak up.</font>

<font color="goldenrod">Liam</font>

Liam arched an eyebrow at Plaxica and cleared his throat uncomfortably. <font color="goldenrod">"I am afrraid you arre mistaken. Herr appearrance was merrely poorrly timed. Herr prresence did not dirrectly norr indirrectly have any effect on prrovoking the attack on Larrry."</font>

The tall aristocrat turned his attention back towards Marcos. <font color="goldenrod">"It is unforrtunate that you will not let me trravel as parrt of the grrouup. Howeverr, I am surre you will have no issue with me trraveling at my own volition and alone, corrrect?"</font> Liam asked the Inquisitor politely. <font color="goldenrod">"Unless you wish forr me to rremain herre forr questioning..?"</font>

ooc- *whistles* :rolleyes: looks like Liam is going to part ways with the others... :rolleyes:

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Why wasn't the aristocratic speeched man helping him? Plaxica had clearly seen that the female had attacked him.

"Why are you protecting her? I clearly saw her attack you. Where is she now by the way? Weren't you supposed to guard her?"</font>

Vincent Pathfinder 98/98

"<font color=silver> Plaxica, if I am not mistaken, She was of a personal nature to Sir Liam, leave it at that. Are we ready to go Inquisitor to our trial </font color=silver>"?

<font color=red>Plaxica 70/70

Plaxica was starting to get a bit frustrated with everyone trying to stand in the way of this question he thought really important, but then considered the sense in Vincent's words. He made the decision to remain silent for the moment.

"We may leave Inquisitor. Although I do have doubts about the rightness of the situation." - he left his voice trailing off, so that anyone could easily understand that he wasn't totally convinced. He looked at Liam with a sideways look making a new assessment of the man. At the edge of the forest he had only suspected, but now he knew that Liam was hiding something. And he was determined to find out.

"However may I request that Liam travel some time with the group? I would like to talk to him."</font>