Storm in the North

*High Druid Kalitaros is the High Druid of the Tarskovia Orthodox church.
*Leontis Laskaris is the Phylarch of Darikkos.
*Xathos Quxatpos is a leading figure in Ardenvol.
*Sar' Szija Nijal is a Skith.
==The Darkening of Kos'Phrei==
The following point of view is that of the main protagonist of this story: Kalitaros
I was in Innsbrook, along with three Crimson Druids; Izak, Karos, and Lintus. They were acting as my guards on that trip, we were all outside at a table, enjoying the crisp winter weather. Lintus was exploring the surrounding area; We then heard a shout from Lintus; "High Druid! Zyvos approaches on horseback. Fifteen men pursue him." Karos drew his sword, and Izak hurried me inside the nearby inn for my safety. Slowly the sound of horses' hooves grew louder as Zyvos and his pursuers approached, it was not long until it sounded like the horses and their riders were outside the inn. I could hear the clash of swords, and the shouts of dying men. It seemed like no time had passed at all, and Zyvos hurried in accompanied by Izak and Karos. Zyvos was wounded, he had more wounds than I'd prefer to count, some inflicted by mace and others by sword. Izak was the first speak up; "High Druid, we must get you to safety. The world is in peril, and Zyvos says there are men looking for you and any others who have any speck of public authority." His words were full of fear and seriousness, he was clearly uncertain of these events himself. I allowed Izak to take the lead, and I followed, behind me Karos was helping Zyvos along.
As we stepped out of the building, I noticed the corpses of Zyvos' pursuers. The dead-center of their breatplates had the symbol of Ardenvol painted on it, their cloaks were in the colors of Ardenvol. I did not approve of what was seen. As I looked over the carnage, I noticed Lintus lying dead on the ground. A few of the horses somehow survived the fighting, and Izak quickly gathered four of them. As we all mounted the horses, I noticed that some of them were branded with the infamous tulip. We began riding south, headed toward Duskguard.
It was a long journey, at several points we were pursued by more Ardenvol-sympathizers. At one point when looking back, I noticed the sympathizers were getting picked off by hidden archers in the woods. Darkness began to fall as we approached the tower of the infamous Wizard Alfred. We dismounted our horses and I helped Karos get Zyvos up the steps and into the tower, while Izak went and hid the horses somewhere safe. Karos was reaching to open the door, and at that moment the doors swung open inward. Before us stood the embodiment of Saarto, a menace and creature of evil in the form of a human wearing ornate robes. He encouraged us to enter, I exchanged looks with Karos and we quickly decided we had no other options. We carried Zyvos in, and Izak came in soon after. The demonic embodiment of Saarto intorduced himelf as simply Alfred. Alfred and Karos carried Zyvos up to a bed where they could then treat his wounds, meanwhile myself and Izak conversed. "I am unsure of this Alfred. However we have a more pressing issue of the world being at peril. Zyvos is a very honest man, he wouldn't lie or embellish details. We also had many pursuers. They had many options to try and kill you, but they did not. I suspect whatever agent of Saarto is after you, it wants you alive." I considered the words of Izak carefully before replying, "Alfred is an agent of Saarto, I have no doubt. But even Saarto is known to be hospitable. It is the natural way of things, guests bring good luck to even the worse of creatures. I am very concerned with what you claim Zyvos mentioned, if someone is going through all this trouble to capture me, then surely Krolesk is in dire need of defenders." As I concluded my sentiments, Alfred and Karos entered the room, Karos was in good spirits and commented, "High Druid, there is good news. Zyvos shall make it through alright." Alfred then spoke, "High Druid Kalitaros, it is a pleasure to have you here. I apologize I could not greet you formally at first, your comrade was in dire need of help. Past actions aside, I am Wizard Alfred and this is my humble tower, I encourage you and your associates to make yourselves at home. Now that we have that out of the way, I could not help but overhear your conversation." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Krolesk has plenty of defenders, most of whom are steadfast in their piety and religious values. Call for a Karazzak. The pious will answer the call." Izak appeared uncertain, and Karos did not appear convinced. "You seem extremey sure of yourself old man, what do you know that we do not?", Karos asked.
"What do I know? I know that I am the Keeper Detref, and that Jack Sparrok is in Duskguard rallying the Traditionalists. I know that Zorthor Navor has amassed what troops he can. I know these things, and many more."  Izak drew his sword at once, and pointed it towards Alfred, "One of the nine fiends! I would cut you down where you stand if it were not for your hospitality." Alfred smiled. "Keeper Detref whom calls himself Alfred, you are telling us these things, why? Simply for a Karazzak? What is it that you are hoping to gain here?" I asked, uncertain of Alfred's real motives. "I want to save this land I call my home. I want Kro'Lesk to be strong and to be able to defend itself in case the Oldlands try anything. I do not trust them, and in my talks with Joseph Navor, he is not sure they intend to forget about the Isles of Jarul any time soon." Izak sheathed his sword, disgruntled yet content with Alfred's answer. "Now then, High Druid Kalitaros. Jack Sparrok will be here tomorrow, I would advise you and your comrades try to get some rest. I have business to attend to." Alfred said, before leaving the room and heading off to another part of the tower.
"Izak, you are a reformed Mazhenic. What do you make of these developments, presuming they prove to be true?" I asked. Izak scratched his chin with his left hand before answering; "I think this fiend might just be telling the truth of it. A Karazzak may be necessary for the masses, so they they can be vigilant and more easily oppose this oppression brought on by Saarto. It may also just help King Sparrok with his rallies, at the very least it could help the morale of the Traditionalist fighters. Wait..."  Izak would close his eyes, and sit crossleggedly on the floor, entering a state of meditation. I looked to Karos, and he was staring at Izak, the expression on his face suggested he was extremely puzzled. Finally after a half hour, Izak snapped out of it and shook his head before continuing; "I am afraid I must depart in the morning, High Druid Kalitaros. There was a sense, a feeling in the air. I believe Sylus, the head of my old order, requires all Mazhenics at this time. Reformed Mazhenics, and Mazhenic Grandmasters alike." Karos glared as Izak before commenting in a rather annoyed tone; "Oh. Yes. We don't dare offend his shadiness, Sylus. We must allow him to call away Izak even though Izak left that order of heathens and abandoned their ways." It was a cold reminder that the infighting between Izak and Karos, that has been going on a decade, has still not ceased. "Karos, please. Your sentiments are understandable, but Izak did make an oath of lifelong service to them. It would be wrong for him to abandon that oath, they are at least kind enough to only enforce the oath in times of their need. Izak, may the Serpent bless your journey and may Kos'Phrei guide you. Now if you two don't mind, I do require some rest." With that, I left the room and headed to where Zyvos was.
Zyvos was in a small room, lying on a bed. I sat down in a chair in the corner, and before long I was fast asleep.
==Amassing heroes, for the days to come==
I awoke mid-morning, Karos had just opened the door and had a sense of seriousness about him. "High Druid Kalitaros, may you have a good morning. Jack Sparrok has arrived, and Izak left just before sunrise. Your presence is required." I nodded as he left and closed the door. Zyvos looked to be to doing good, so I hurried off into the main room. As I entered, I noticed Sparrok was leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe; Alfred was sitting and enjoying a cup of tea; A man I did not know was sitting beside Alfred, two more were leaning on the wall next to Sparrok. Alfred beckoned me to come and have a seat. I was offered tea by the man next to Alfred and I accepted. The tea had a sweet smell about it, it was probably the nicest thing in the room. "High Druid Kalitaros, many greetings. As you likely know, I am Jack Sparrok. These men next to me are Sir Naviro, and Edgar Varstuvius. The man by Alfred is Arcadius Dravicus, commander of the fifteenth guard of the Dravii and some other fancy title-work." Arcadius appeared annoyed and corrected Sparrok; "I am the Commander of the Thirteenth Guard, and rediscoverer of the Easter Isles."  
"Rediscoverer of the Easter Isles. Says a lot about that Brelyan blood the Dravii boast about. They can't even keep track of where their neighbors are located." Sir Naviro mocked. "At least we don't go and get kidnapped by a fiend. Better yet, at least we don't spend hundreds of years trapped in a fiend's dungeon, probably witnessing all their bizarre fetishes." Arcadius said, directed at Sir Naviro. "Gentlemen. Please. You are before the High Druid of the Tarskovia Orthodox church, show some manners." Edgar Varstuvius said in an annoyed manner. He continued, "High Druid Kalitaros, my apologies for the behavior of my comrades. Moving on though, I believe there is something you wanted to discuss with us all, Alfred?"
"What? Oh. Oh yes, that. Gentlemen gather 'round. I have a plan." Alfred stated, beckoning everyone to gather around him; He continued, "So as many of us are aware, it was this pesky 'Monitor' human-thing -no offense- that is behind this chaos. He has with him, a weapon of sorts. In my honest criticisms, there are far more dangeorus things hidden in the Isles of Jarul. Regardless of my thoughts, he's awfully eager to warmonger in the name of world peace. A head-on attack, or assault isn't ideal. Not yet anyways. Based on some theories, I believe we might be able to make a kind-of lightning rod, it may or may not work and help to redirect an attack made by the weapon, should an attack occur. But that is not the plan." Jack Sparrok raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what Alfred was getting at. Edgar Varstuvius spoke, "Alfred, you just said we'll be able to redirect attacks made by the weapon. That's not the plan though?" Alfred looked to the ground a moment and then resumed, "No. My plan is to stir up the people of Krolesk. An unorganized nation-wide revolt. With a Karazzak, Traditionalist propaganda, and tales of Krolesk's legendary heroes -like Sir Naviro, and Jack Sparrok- returning from the past. My plan is to make Krolesk an impossible land to claim. Like I once did with Aryl Corpirus. Oh you should've seen that Esgardian, every attempt to stop my rabble rousing only enraged Krolesk'Kans further. Why if only three hundred Royal Legionnaires died one day, that day was considered a good day for the Legion. Krolesk'Kans wanted their pounds of blood, and they killed as many Legionnaires as their hearts desired. Eventually Esgard realized that the ferocity of Krolesk'Kans can not be tamed. They tried everything. They killed killing Krolesk'Kans by the hundred, they tried paying for information, they tried every thing they could think of to try and tame Krolesk. To try and institute new order. Never once did they realize Krolesk'Kans are only led by who they want to be led by."
"Alfred, you've appeased our patriotic spirits. But that's about all you've done. What good is an unorganized revolution?" Edgar Varstuvius commented. Alfred smiled and continued, "Why, an unorganized nation-wide uprising is what we need. Its a distraction, that once started, can not be tamed. The Monitor would have to kill every last Krolesk'Kan if he wanted to end the revolting in the North. Even if he does have the stomach for it, it would require more resources than I reckon he can spare. He might try and dirty up Dawnguard, maybe Duskguard, but all that will do is enrage Krolesk'Kans further. It is, the perfect storm." Jack Sparrok sighed, "That's what you wanted us here for? Plant the seeds of revolt, hope the people carry on with an unorganized revolution..?" Arcadius appeared lost in thought, though he finally spoke, "I.. I think it might just work. If the Monitor is busy with Krolesk, he won't be paying close attention to other things. The Mazhenics, the Dravii, the Divine Order, we would all have a slightly easier time resisting." I gave Arcadius a puzzled look and spoke up, "Divine Order? They're a myth." Jack Sparrok looked over and chuckled before saying; "Aye. They're a myth, just like me. Funny thing is, I just so happen to be a member. Detref's champion." I considered responding, but decided against it.
"I don't like it. I'm not okay with Krolesk'Kans dieing in the name of a distraction, that may not even work. I might just have a better idea... Alfred, you've been around a while. You probably know of the 'secret ways' which the Tribunal of Krolesk was said to have used. Where can we find the way to Skylyn?" Said Edgar Varstuvius; Alfred looked bewildered and confused, he answered, "Skylyn?! What could possibly be in Skylyn?"  Edgar Varstuvius glared at Alfred a moment before signaling to Sir Naviro. Sir Naviro exchanged looks with Edgar before speaking, "Alfred. You know exactly whats in Skylyn. You put him there, and hoped he'd be forgotten. You also know what is in Skylyn. If we free him, and give him the book, he could help us." Alfred smashed his hand against his chair in an angry manner; "ZAFESKI DAMN YOU. He can not be trusted. I do not want him freed, I do not trust him with the damned book. I put him in the damned sphere for a reason, I have Navoeki guarding him for a damned reason. I. DO. NOT. WANT. HIM. FREED." Jack Sparrok had a rather concerned look on his face, one which I and Arcadius also shared. Sparrok spoke up; "Who is this person you trapped Alfred, and what is this book?" Alfred took a deep breath, still clearly angered at the thought of freeing this mysterious person. "He...Is a Void Lurker. If there was a Void Lurker who could make even the elusive and annoying Sphree look good, it is probably... Him. His name, I think, is, Jzadro. There was a time when he ran wild with the Void Book. He was gifted, lucky moreso. He found a way to read the book without Trikash machinery, without even any special devices or magic for that matter. He found the loophole which allowed myself, and other Keepers, to once more involve ourselves in the world. He wanted us to serve him or else he threatened that he would expose us and teach the mortals how to locate Void Lurkers and Keepers who hide in plain sight. He threatened everyone. Let's just say that it was one of the few times multiple Keepers and Void Lurkers worked together to imrpison a Void Lurker." Alfred said.
Jack Sparrok was clearly not convinced, he scratched his chin before saying, "'Alfred, I do not believe you imprisoned him for the reasons you claim. Nonetheless, he sounds like someone who might be of use to the resistance. Tell us about these secret ways the Tribunal used." Alfred sighed, clearly annoyed that Sparrok sided with Edgar Varstuvius and Sir Naviro on this issue. "Travel south. To the Krolesk Mage's Guild. Its probably under watch, but you should be able to dress up as mages and sneak in without issue. Go into the basement, there's a.. An old magical mechanism. It'll take you to Skylyn, but someone will have to stay behind to operate it. Its one of the ways the Tribunal used to travel across the Krolesk'Kan empire... If you get caught though, you'll likely be killed." Alfred said, reluctantly. "Allow me to get this straight, Krolesk has had a secret way of traveling.. TO SKYLYN?!" Arcadius said, alarmed at the thought. Jack Sparrok looked to Arcadius and answered his quesiton, "Yes. For hundreds of years in fact. Be glad the Tribunal has been an elusive bunch, otherwise independance would've never happened." Edgar Varstuvius looked around before saying, "Well then, I'm going to Skylyn. To free Jzardo and steal the Void Book from the Dravii. Anyone care to tag along?"
Sir Naviro nodded, and Arcadius Dravicus decided he'd go along to be the man who would stay behind to operate the mecahnism. The three of them then left almost immediately. It was then just myself, Sparrok, and Alfred in the room. Alfred looked to me and spoke, "High Druid, Kalitaros, I need you to order the Karazzak now. Send out Karos to alert the nearest villages and other druids, the Tarskovia Orthodoxy has a reputation for spreading information fast." I nodded and called for Karos; He entered the room almost exactly as I called for him. "High Druid, Kalitaros, you called?" Karos said. I nodded and spoke, "Karos, I am calling for a Karazzak. Go forth and spread the word. I want all of Krolesk to know by tomorrow afternoon. Let Krolesk know a holy war against the Monitor and his Saartaic ideology has been called for. Let the pious take up arms, amass the Silent Swords. It is time for war my brother in the faith." Karos was both shocked and excited, and he bowed before hurrying out to carry out his new duties. Jack Sparrok looked to me and spoke, "High Druid, Kalitaros. I fear it isn't safe for you to remain here much longer. I've arranged a boat, it'll take you eastwards to the safety of Dharfohz Dravicus' Outpost. You will be safe there." I gave Sparrok a puzzled look before replying, "Sparrok, do not take my silence as a sign of weakness. Do not assume you need to protect me, I am plenty capable of doing that myself." Alfred spoke up, "High Druid Kalitaros, Sparrok makes a point. It is not safe for you here. However... I have another idea, but you won't like it."
"Alright, what's the idea?" I said. "Well... Its like this... You'll need to ..." Alfred kept talking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Before long the room became darker, and I felt woozy, eventually falling unconscious.
==A Discussion for the ages==
I awoke on a bed in a dimly lit room. There were other beds around, and the room itself looked more like a cave than a building. Rough stone walls and a certain dampness. I sat up and looked around. Zyvos was sitting down at a nearby table reading, he immediately stopped as I looked over. "High Druid Kalitaros, it is good to see you are awake at last." I nodded, "It is good to be awake my friend. Its also good to see you up and about." I said. Zyvos smiled, "Aye, good indeed. Sparrok said to inform you, should you wake up soon, that a meeting is behind held down the hall and you are invited to join in; There are also some fresh robes over there on the table." Said Zyvos. I got up and grabbed the fresh robes, quickly changing before heading down the hallway. As I walked down the hallway, the complex seemed more and more like a cave. There were some doors at the end of the hallway, and I could hear people talking behind them. I approached the doors and opened them, letting myself in.
Silence fell as I entered. There were easily fifty people in the room, all surrounding one main table. I noticed Sparrok and Izak at the main table, and there was an empty seat at it as well. Sparrok beckoned me over, and said; "Greetings High Druid, Kalitaros." I nodded and returned the greeting. I made my way to the table and sat down at the empty chair. The people at the table began introducing themselves quickly; James Navor II of Fallnavor; Sylus of the Mazhenic Order and Izak acting as his translator; Zitizi, Envoy of Ardenvol; Kalisarii Dravicus, Commander of the Second Guard and envoy of Skylyn; Iradorn, Envoy of the Order, or as he said, Envoy of the High Chancellor of silver and gray; Finally, Jzardo the Void Lurker.
James Navor II was at the head of the table and as introductions concluded he arose. I noticed he had on his head an iron crown with a single bluish-black gem on the front. He then spoke; "Now that we are all here, we can move onto more pressing issues other than the return of Aflred. As we all know, the Monitor has made a very strong offensive. He has threatened use of a weapon we can not verify the existence of, and based on his latest letters we can determine he lacks any semblance of compassion. Based on his letters, and actions, we are dealing with a highly delusional creature. One which has, in the past, claimed to be for the Voldranians and, as seen by his modern actions, is clearly against the Voldranians, and their governments. It is clear to us all, some of the powers represented here have already aided the Monitor, but are having second thoughts." He paused there for a moment, allowing those present to consider what was said so far.
"We are gathered here to try and ensure the survivial of the Isles of Jarul. At the very least, avoid unnecessary bloodshed. The Monitor's proposal is tempting, just give up and have peace. However we've all been around the block, and we can all smell bullshit a mile away. The Monitor may not kill us today, but who is to say he won't kill us tomorrow? He began his crusade for his delusional peace with threats of destruction, and invasions across the Isles of Jarul and the Southernlands. He is, as proven thus far, a man of contradictions who can not be trusted for any great length of time. I would sooner surrender to Ardenvol, a known enemy of all things human that yet retains a small semblance of compassion, than surrender to the Monitor who altogether lacks compassion and sympathy. I would go so far as to say the Unknown had more compassion and sympathy then the Monitor."
"Our enemy is not one we can reason with, our enemy is not one we can attack in any head-on fashion at this point in time. Whatever we decide here, we must avoid any unnesscary head-on assaults, or the temptation to try and reason with the Monitor. He is beyond reason." With that, James Navor II sat back down. Zitizi then arose and spoke; "I will pardon the insult to Ardenvol. Now then, I would suggest a religious war as our friend the High Druid has already called for. If we can rally the pious and devout, and get them to wage an everlasting guerilla war, we may just be able to push the Monitor's forces out of our lands altogether." Iradorn arose, "Zitizi, that is a good notion, but I'd think it best we don't try and find out the hard way if his weapon does in fact exist." Iradorn said.
Jzardo stood up, "So then.. We are dealing with, as you say, an enemy worse than the Unknown. Very interesting. I would propose we locate his weapon, and send in a few Keepers to destroy it. Why, let's not stop there. Let's give the Keepers the Deus Artes Infinium, wouldn't that be fun Ol' Dravii boy?" Jzardo said, concluding with a half-mocking tone. "Jzardo, be glad Edgar Varstuvius is in good standing with the Lord Patriarch. Otherwise I'd have thrown you into the damned volcano when I had the chance." Kalisarii Dravicus said with an annoyed, yet very serious tone. Sylus shook his head and stood up, Izak stood up as well. Sylus began murmuring and shaking his fists, using a variety of hand gestures. Everyone was clueless. Izak then spoke up; "Sylus would suggest you are all, a bit crazy and deaf. Though in less than kind words. He suggests you all heed the point King Navor made, we do not make a head-on attack. Not yet anyways. Instead, Sylus suggests we begin finding the Monitor's agents. Find the high ranking ones, and watch them. Then when the tides in the Southernlands turn, we make one quick strike and eliminate the Monitor's hierarchy in Krolesk and the Isles of Jarul, in one fell swoop."
Jack Sparrok then threw in his two Kro'Esks; "I would have to agree with Sylus. We need to identify the Monitor's agents and track their movements. It might just lead us to him, at the very least we'd learn about the agents and could perhaps send in spies to do a bit of our own espionage." I detminered it was time I speak up, so I stood up and spoke; "Jack Sparrok makes a valid point. If we begin tracking them, we could perhaps try and send in spies to befriend them, or at the very least lure them into an ambush at a location of our choosing. Head-on assaults, although its traditionally where Krolesk has been strong, they are out of the question. We simply can't risk the weapon being used, we don't know how powerful it is, if it even exists. I also share Navor's thoughts on the Monitor, he is, very Saartaic." With that, I sat back down, resting my case.
James Navor II had a look of disappointment, it was as if he was hoping people would've thought up a better idea than spying. One that would've brought more definitive results. He then spoke; "Well then. If the consensus is to begin spying, and tracking the movements of the Monitor's agents, then that is what we shall do. I do not think it will bring us the best results, but it will at least be something that will help the resistance. Are there any objections to the notion of spying on the Monitor's agents?" A moment passed and there were no objections. He then continued, "Very well then. It is then decided we shall begin spying on the Monitor's agents. We have also been going on for three hours straight, it is time for a break for us all to gather our thoughts on the variety of issues which were discussed. The meeting is adjourned." James Navor II stood up and nodded toward those present at the table, he then left the room.
Those watching the conversation then broke into their own conversations between themselves; Some of the watchers left the room altogether. Zitizi and Kalisarii Dravicus began talking between themselves. Jzardo and Sylus began their own conversation, one which was full of murmuring and high-pitched shrieks; Every time there were shrieks, many of the watchers took their conversations to other places, outside of the room.
It seemed like most of the table was in the midst of some kind of conversation. Jack Sparrok was to my right and he was talking with Iradorn who was directly across from me. Izak got up out of his seat and came over between me and sparrok. "High Druid, Kalitaros, Sparrok.. We need to talk." Izak said. Sparrok broke off his conversation with Iradorn and turned his attention to me and Izak. Izak continued, "Sylus is concerned. These alliances, they are not normal. Since when do Dravii and Arden-folk enter casual conversation? Since when is the Order allowed to send envoys? Since when does a king beyond the seas get the special privilege of moderating a meeting in Krolesk? It is not natural and Sylus does not like it." Jack Sparrok chuckled, "Has ol' Sylus ever considered humans can become desperate creatures which resort to the most unlikely and unnatural things should it mean their chance of survivial is increased? Sylus, Mazhenics  for that matter, are far too superstitious." Jack Sparrok said. "Mm.. Well, Sparrok, have you informed Kalitaros of what he's missed?" Izak said. I was a little confused, I didn't think I was out for more than a few hours...
Sparrok look at me, and then spoke; "High Druid, Kalitaros, forgive me for not brining this up sooner. You've been out cold for several days. I.. Had Arcadius slip something in your drink. It was important that we get you out of Alfred's tower as soon as possible. He is a very deceitful creature, and I fear your decision for a Karazzak was not your own. I think Alfred may've tricked you into it. Regardless of that, you've been out cold for three days. Jzardo was, as you can tell, freed from Alfred's imprisoning. However, Arcadius deceived Edgar Varstuvius and Sir Naviro, he gave them bad directions and they ended up getting caught by the Dravii. Or so Jzardo says. I would question Arcadius about it, but he disappeared. Last anyone knows he was at the Mage's Guild." Jack Sparrok stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts.
"Ah. Yes. After you fell unconscious, I had you taken here. The headquarters of the resistance. There was also.. Oh. James Navor II, in response to the crisis posed by the Monitor, became King of the Navirian Islands to ensure Jack Smith didn't lead the Navirians to their doom. He publicially called for the surrender of the Navirian Islands, but in secret fled with his most trustworthy loyalists to, well, here. I tried to find out how he crossed the channel and even made it to Krolesk, but he refuses to say... As for Zitizi and Kalisarii, they both claim they were in Dawnguard well before the Monitor's invasion occurred, and that they have no ties to the Monitor. No one really buys it, but so far they've been helpful and relatively honest." Jack Sparrok said. I stared at Sparrok blankly for a moment.
"So how did Sylus get here?" I asked. Sparrok scratched his chin, "Well... He just kind've appeared in the corner a few hours ago with Izak at his side. Quite the alarm was raised, but once it was known where he stood on things and who he was, things calmed down. One heck of a show though. " Sparrok chuckled. At this point, Kalisarii and Zitizi made their way over. "High Druid, Kalitaros. May we have a moment in private?" Kalisarii said. "Er? Why sure, I don't see why not." I said. I got up and followed Kalisarii and Zitizi through the doors I had used to enter the room, we walked down the hallway, taking a left turn down a rather dark passage.
After several minutes of walking we came across a door. I could hear some talking on the other side of the door. Kalisarii reached for the door handle, and pushed inwards.
==Theories abound!==
Inside the room, I saw James Navor II sitting behind a table, talking with a man who I did not recognize. The man had his back to us and was wearing a green cloak that had seen better days. Kalisarii led the way into the room, Zitizi and I followed him in. James Navor II smiled and greeted us; "Greetings Kalisarii, Zitizi, and High Druid Kalitaros. I would like you all to meet an unlikely acquaintance of mine, Vranzi the Noble. He was a loyal adviser to my grandfather, though my aunt Samantha chased him off into hiding. He is also, as I believe, a figure of some legend in Krolesk?" The cloaked man turned around, he was wearing a steel cuirass with a silver trim, over a chainmail shirt, and a full face helmet that was in the shape of a rock monkey's head. "High Druid, Kalitaros I believe it is? Many greetings." Vranzi said.
Zitizi smiled and shook hands with Vranzi, but said nothing. Kalisarii nodded toward Vranzi and he nodded back. James Navor II then stood up and spoke; "Now that that is out of the way... I have a plan." James Navor II then beckoned us all to get closer. "This plan, it should appease the Monitor and temporarily quell the Monitor's forces in Krolesk. At the very least, it should get us a little more breathing room. The plan is simple, Zitizi and Kalisarii return to their respective strongholds and wait until Jack Sparrok, and High Druid Kalitaros are sent to the respective strongholds as prisoners." James Navor II said. "Errm? Excuse me, Navor, you intend to turn myself and Sparrok in?" I asked, uncertain of his intentions.
"Not exactly, no. You see, your Karazzak, and Sparrok's massing of traditionalists has made you both top-priority targets. Which means the longer you two are not accounted for, the more angsty the Monitor will become. Its only a matter of time before he acts, be it by wasting more paper or using his supposed weapon. That aside, with Kalisarii and Zitizi in on it, they can ensure neither you or Sparrok are treated too poorly.. In your case specifically High Druid, Kalisarii can arrange for you to have a meeting with the Lord Patriarch of the Dravii. Such a meeting could prove useful, as it'd allow you to see where he stands and you could discuss the resistance. Kalisarii can not do this because such a conversation would imply he is a part of the resistance, and if the Lord Patriarch is against the resistance, we'd lose a rather important ally." James Navor II said.
"I presume you have similar plans for Sparrok then. You're using very influencial Krolesk'Kans as messengers... If the situation was different, understand that I would have you arrested for slandering the faith for merely suggesting that I be a messenger. Nonetheless, our situation is dire and I'd rather not see anyone die on my behalf." I said. I was reluctant to go along with it, but I had determined there was little else I could do at this time to help.  "Threats of arrest from the High Druid? Clearly, I've missed much." Vranzi commented.
"High Druid, understand I do not share your faith and I only address you as high druid to show respect towards Krolesk'Kans, to prove that I am not an ignorant Voldranian, but rather an intelligent Voldranian. I'll be quite honest, if it were up to me, the hierarchy of the Tarskovia Orthodoxy would be classified as a cult and dealt with accordingly. I learned from the Cult of Argoth, anything religious and organized tends to do pointlessly extravagant things. In the Cult of Argoth's case, it was a massive cathedral. I suspect in the case of the Tarskovia Orthodox, its mindless religious wars based on passion and initial anger as opposed to wars based on careful thought and strategy." James Navor II said, in a respectful yet annoyed manner.
"If it helps, I consider you all heretics and heathens." Zitizi quipped. "Enough of the bullshit religiosity, we have a plan to get on with." Kalisarii said in a serious manner. "Agreed. Let us set aside our religious disputes, and carry on." Zitizi agreed. I glared at Navor II, and he returned the glare. "Gentlemen. Please. All you youngsters and your pointless disputes. We have a plan, let's put it into action." Vranzi said.
"Alright. Well Navor, how do I and Sparrok go about getting arrested then?" I said, I was still annoyed but the situation demanded I put aside my personal feelings for the time being. "You and Sparrok will need to rally some men, go to Dawnguard, and intentionally fail at taking the city and get yourselves captured. Ideally you'll prove too dangerous to keep on Krolesk and will get sent to the Deep Tower in Skylyn, whereas Sparrok will hopefully be sent to Ar'Vonil where Zitizi will ensure he gets harmless shrooms. You'll both be, in a way, imprisoned, but still have important parts to play in the resistance." James Navor II said.
With that, James Navor II sent Kalisarii to fetch Jack Sparrok. A few moments later, Kalisarii returned with Sparrok and he was then informed of the plan. Sparrok didn't seem surprised or outraged at the notion of being a messenger, he didn't even seem surprised at the plan. After he was done dicussing the details with Navor II, he and I briefly discussed the plan to ensure the other knew what they were supposed to do. At this time, Kalisarii and Zitizi left for Skylyn and Ardenvol respectively. I returned to the main room, and Sparrok went off to rally some people willing to help with the plan.
In the main room, Sylus and Jzardo were still murmuring and shrieking once in a while. Izak and Iradorn were in the midst of a discussion. A few others were in the room, but they were near the walls and in the shadows talking among themselves. I approached Izak and Iradorn.
"... The cult of Argoth though. They aren't dead. I think there was some kind of split at some point, between the more Netheran branch you're talking about the more moderate branch the Naviriain Islanders follow." Iradorn said. "That could be the case. But just because they get their act straight doesn't mean we can just forget what atrocities were done in the name of Argoth." Izak replied. "Eventually you just have to let the past be forgotten though. Dwelling too long on it, that's what keeps the Oldlands in constant turmoil. Have to learn to forgive and forget, give people, in this case groups, another second chance." Iradorn said, in a relatively sincere manner. I took a seat next to Izak, nodded at both Izak and Iradorn and they both returned the nod.
"High Druid Kalitaros, what do you make of the Cult of Argoth?" Izak asked me. I thought for a moment, "Well, I don't particularly trust them. However, until official discussions can be held between druids of The Faith in regards to the revival of the Cult of Argoth, I'd rather not go into much detail." I said. "Whenever you 'lot do have your religious discussions...It'd be awfully nice if the Faith's stance towards the Order was reconsidered. Interestingly enough, we are taking things a different route this time." Iradorn said. Izak raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
For the next few hours we discussed various histories of the Cult of Argoth, and its history with the Cult of Netra. Eventually Jack Sparrok walked into the room. He walked over to where the three of us were chatting,"High Druid Kalitaros, it is time." He said. I got up, nodded to Izak and Iradorn. I then followed Jack Sparrok through the complex, and up several flights of stairs, and eventually up a ladder into a forested area.
It looked to be midday from what I could tell. There were also two dozen peopel standing around, I presumed they were the volunteers Jack Sparrok found. We went over the plan one more time, and then set out for Dawnguard.
==Plots be afoot==
I walked beside Sparrok, and the volunteers followed behind us. Sparrok kept an eager eye open, keeping alert for any patrols that might be out. We were easily a two hour walk from Dawnguard. "So what exactly did I miss while I was out?" I asked. Sparrok quickly glanced over then resumed looking ahead. "Well.. You missed a great deal. A fair deal of it was in regards to what will happen after this is dealt with."' He said. He came across almost certain that this was just a temporary issue, it was almost unnerving the way he said it. "What exactly is planned to happen after this?" I inquired. "A lot. First, there is Ostavius Dravicus. He was quick to give in to the Monitor's demands and urged Krolesk'Kans pretend like nothing happened. He will likely stand trial for treason, if he lives that long. In truth there's no law which states a leader must lead his people to war. So the trial will have no legal authority, that will however probably stop no one." 
"After Ostavius stands trial, and either gets exiled or hung... There is the matter of Dawnguard. The Dravii want it, and even Ardenvol objects to them having it. The thinking is that the Varstuvius family will be entrusted to its wellbeing. They're not exactly enemies of the Dravii, but they are too damned egocentrist to accept pay-offs. They would likely turn Dawnguard into a powerhouse. " Sparrok said. He seemed uncertain as to if it would actually work out, and if it would even be a good thing. "Why would Ardenvol care about the Dravii owning Dawnguard?" I asked, uncertain of why the religious radicals would even care about the Dravii in the first place. "Because Ardenvol knows what secrets the Dawnspire holds. They know the Dravii are smart enough to use those secrets to their own advantage. They also despise the Dravii, so in general they don't want to help them more than necessary." Sparrok said. He was still keeping alert whilst talking, ensuring no unwelcomed ears were nearby.
"What secrets exactly do the Dawnspire hold? Are the Mazhenics involved?" I was slowly becoming convinced that there was some big secret about the Dawnspire that nobody wanted me knowing... "The Dawnspire is where Krolesk hides their Keeper artifacts and Void Lurker Scrolls. More troubling is that some mages believe it's very location is of magical significance. If given the opportunity, mages would likely figure out-... Let's just say, if the Dravii get Dawnguard, they'll use the contents of the Dawnspire, and the spire itself, to accomplish their goals. The Dravii are a good ally, only as long as you possess something they want."  Sparrok replied.
At this point it started to make sense. I was not being sent to simply speak to the Lord Patriarch of the Dravii, I was being sent to buy their support of the resistance. "James Navor's plan... Its not really about getting messages to the head of the Dravii is it?" I asked. Sparrok glanced over and spoke; "Not at all. It was to get the Dravii and Ardenvol to begin supporting the resistance. We're pawns in a greater game, and the volunteers aren't under my command." At this point I was a little unsure of why Sparrok allowed himself to be a pawn; "Sparrok, you're supposed to be a smart man. Why are you simply okay with being a pawn?" I said.
"The greater good. I could perhaps take charge, lead Krolesk, and begin a military campaign against the Monitor. I'd likely win of course, but the costs would be too great for Krolesk. Its not something I'm willing to risk, so I dare not take lead. If I do not lead, than I must follow or step aside. I'd rather not step aside, so this was simply the only course of action left for me to take at this point in time." He said. Although I wasn't entirely convinced about his reasoning, I could see what he was getting at.
"Kalitaros... I will have to be blunt with this, you will need to become strong. Amass power, do not dismiss the Silent Swords once they've massed. The Karazzak may've been foolish at the time, but you must use it now to gain power. Otherwise no one will take your seriously for the remainder of your time as High Druid. It was perhaps the only act thus far, which has saved you from the accusations of treason that now threaten Ostavius Dravius. It is action, and it has won you support. Do not waste the support, use it and establsih the Tarskovian Orthodoxy as the religion of Krolesk." Sparrok said with a certain seriousness to his tone.
"Why are you suggesting this Sparrok? What is it that you are reluctant to say?" I asked. "The greater good. Krolesk's clans are dead. Zorthor Navor may well be the last Patriarch of the Navors, and of any Krolesk'Kan clan for that matter. There is a power void that is forming, and it will be filled by one force or another. I'd prefer the Tarskovia Orthodoxy fill it, and begin moving Krolesk towards a better future." Sparrok said, with a sadness.
Sparrok.. This man was a legend in the stories, and tales of old. He is acting more like this is his final Kazirk. Is he dieing? I do wonder. "Sparrok, you're talking like a dead man. What are you not saying?" I sternly asked. "... The Krolesk I knew has ceased to be. It is no more. The Krolesk I knew was a kingdom at the edge of the world, it was the bane of Esgard. The one swath of land they could never truly own. Things have since changed, and I should not have seen these changes. The Serpent's curse, Kysteric, it has forced me to see the things I would not have seen in a natural life. I intend to disappear forever after one last Kazirk." Sparrok said.
I asked no more questions, and Sparrok said nothing else. We continued on our trek to Dawnguard in utter silence. I now understood why Sparrok took the approach he did. This was simply his last farewell address to Krolesk, and perhaps all the North. Kysteric had driven him to a certain extreme, and perhaps a certain craziness. His riddles began to make sense, he had lived beyond his natural days and it took a certain toll on him.
==When Dravii Plan... Act I==
As I recall, it was a very eerie experience. Myself and Sparrok reached Dawnguard and were quickly surrounded by the Monitor's foot soldiers. The "volunteers" as they were, began fighting the volunteers, shouting absurd shouts like "For the Orthodoxy!", eventually they dispersed and myself and Sparrok wound up surrounded by easily thirty foot soldiers. We were arrested, and taken to the local supervisor who was over Dawnguard. As expected, he determined I and Sparrok could not be kept together, not even in the same place, not even in Dawnguard. The plan went a bit smoother than I'd have felt comfortable with. Before splitting up Sparrok mumbled; "Tulips red, Tulips white, Tulips never die." It was an almost-rhyme that didn't particularly make sense, at least not to me. I was put aboard a boat bound for the Deep Tower, and Sparrok was sent off toward Ardenvol. Our paths had then seperated.
The boat was a bit cramped, and there were two small cells under the main deck. I was stuck in one, with another man in the other. "They got you too did they? Don't you worry priesty, I'll protect 'ye!" The other imprisoned man said. He was a short man, with a strange beard that had been dyed green. He could've been confused for a tall dwarf, but he was most certainly human. "Aye, 'tis appreciated. You by any chance a Skith?" I asked him. He smiled and said, "Yah. I be a Skith. Sar' Szija Nijal. I had a dream, was supposed to come to Dawn town. Supposed to meet green man with purple hair... Never found green man with purple hair though. Now I go back to Skith to fish."  He was certainly energetic, it seemed being captured meant little to him. "What about priesty? Priesty a Kro'Kan?" He asked. "Yes. I'm a Krolesk'Kan. I'm High Druid Kalitaros." I said. He scratched his head and smiled after a moment, it was clear to me that he had no idea what a High Druid was. "Oki, High. I shall come with you. Lesk'Talk lingo no work north of Navishk. I delay return to Skith, to help you." He said cheerfully. I scratched my head and said, "That's...Not necessary.." He looked puzzled and replied, "But it is. You need Szija Nijal, for Szija knows the secret ways. Szija can help, ja?".. I was a little unsure, but determined it wouldn't hurt to have an ally. I agreed to allow him to tag along.
For the remainer of the voyage Szija told me all about his dreams, how they've led him to treasure. Most notably he mentioned the voice that lurks in his head, and how it wants him to dig down. He was of the opinion being around a priest of some kind might drive the voice away. He told me about his life on Kar'Skith, how he was a simple fisherman who had a dream that came true, and was then praised as a philosopher. Funny thing is, I don't think he nor the rest of Kar'Skith know what a philosopher is.
Eventually we stopped moving. There was shouting above deck, and what sounded like a sword fight. The fighting didn't last too long, and shortly after we began moving again. Szija fell asleep and I wondered what awaited us in the Deep Tower. We once again stopped moving and some very Dravii'n looking soldiers came down to get me and Szija. As we got up to the main desk, it was clear that we spent the better part of the day traveling, it probably midnight at that point as the moon was high. It was almost eerie looking around, seeing the torch-lit outline of the various towers and walls and defenses of the Citadel of Dravii... Me and Szija were hurried onwards into the Citadel of Dravii, through one of the side gates oddly enough. We were clearly not in the Deep Tower. We were then hurried on through a doorway, around a corner, up some stairs, up some more stairs, through a doorway, up more stairs, down a hallway, down some stairs, and finally took a left... Then through a door we went and we were in the main Dravii hall.
At one end were the thrones of black and white, along the walls were benches of black and white, and tables, at the other end was the entrance to the great hall; Above us was the great birch roof that the great Dravii hall is famous for. It was largely empty aside from myself, Szija, some important looking Dravii, and maybe a dozen guards. Our escort hurried us before the important looking Dravii.
"Greetings, High Druid Kalitaros and Sar' Szija Nijal. It is a pleasure to learn that you two will be staying with us for a time. I am Severus Dravicus, Warden of Dravii." The important looking Dravii said. "You are correct Drav. It is a pleasure for you that I, great Sar' Szija am before you. You are lucky I do not demand you swear fealty! Could cause a scene." Szija said. Severus sighed and spoke, "The Lord Patriarch is currently in the midst of a meeting, but he shall be joining with us shortly. I presume the trip was satisfactory, aside from the whole 'being captured' portion?" I scratched my head and said, "Erm.. Yes. All was well and fine. Sounded like there was some fighting on the main deck mid-voyage though... Any idea what it could've been?" Severus smiled and spoke, "Well.. The Monitor does rely on mercenaries. I suspect they might've just had a disagreement about where they were to take you two. Clearly the correct choice won the skirmish." Szija sniffed at the air, "Ar! One of them lurks!" He exclaimed before hurrying over to my side.
A robed man entered the room from a side door. He was wearing robes that were purple and green, and a red sash. He had a strange glass over his left eye, it looked like some kind of lens. The robed man looked over at us, then just walked across the hall, through a side door. Szija whispered to me, "Its one of them... They can't be trusted. You should go and kill it. Better yet, have Drav kill it. Drav don't like it. Drav kill it, Ja?" Severus overheard the whispering and spoke, "Szija, we do not kill those under the Dravii employ, nor any Dravii for that matter." Szija glared at Severus for a moment before saying, "Ah, so the Patriarch before this Lyco, he.. Was neither Dravii nor employed, ja? You jan't fool a Sar'! I know the secret things..." Severus Dravicus looked more puzzled than anything, he said, "The death of Lycaon Dravicus' predecessor was due to natural causes. Unless you have proof of foul play, it'd be best to not speak of it."
Two dozen Dravii soldiers then entered the room. They split into teams of two, and each team guarded an entrance. A few minutes later, another dozen soldiers entered the room. Finally, a man wearing a rather formal outfit entered the room, accompanied by two other men to his right and left. The man in the formal attire had straight black hair, and a kind of bright green eyes. The two men to his left and right left him as he entered the great hall, the two men hurried to a side door and left. The one in the formal outfit, with pants made of green cloth sewn with a golden thread and a green overcoat also sewn toegether with a gold thread, made his way over to us.
"Greetings. Kalitaros, Szija." Szija bowed his head and took a knee and said, "Lord Patriarch. Greetings." I nodded and said, "Greetings Lycaon Dravicus." A guard behind me hit the back of my left knee with the but of his spear, causing to fall forwards into a similar knee-taking position that Szija assumed. "Lord Patriarch... Greetings.." I said after that. Lycaon raised a hand, signaling that me and Szija ought to rise. Szija was quick to jump to his feet, I took a moment longer after having been hit in the back of the knee.
Lord Patriarch Lycaon Dravicus then walked over to the centermost throne of the thrones at one end of the great hall. Severus followed behind him, and the guards behind both I and Szija escorted us towards them. Before the thrones, there was a decently sized table, with chairs opposite the thrones. Lycaon Dravicus sat down in the centermost throne, with Severus to his left. Myself and Szija found ourselves in the chairs at the table.
Lycaon spoke, "High Druid Kalitaros... I'm sure Navor and Sparrok informed you of how they perceived the situation to be?" I nodded and said, "Aye. Sparrok mentioned it'd be bad if the Dravii got Dawnguard, how Ostavius will likely be charged with being a traitor, and Navor II led me to believe I was sent here to carry a message, Sparrok however informed me I was just a token." Lycaon's face didn't show any emotion, it was hard to grasp how he felt about what I said. Lycaon then spoke, "Dawnguard? Really? ... The Dravii do not care about Dawnguard. As for Ostavius, he will be fine, if there is a trial I can assure you that it will be accusing the clans of Krolesk of plotting assassinations, and even carrying out assassinations. It would be a trial in which real justice will be served. Now, this news of James Navor II deceiving does not surprise me. Its perhaps the most crucial matter we should discuss first. " Szija scratched his head and asked, "Lord Patriarch, if yous wans the priesty, why am I here, eh?"
"Sar' Szija Nijal, your presence was requested by Citarx Veir. However if you'd care to stay--" Lycaon said, mid-way through he was interrupted by Szija who said, "Yes. I shall stay. Priesty needs my council." Lycaon nodded and then continued where he had left off, "Kalitaros, the real reason you are here, is not because you're a token to be bartered, but because I need your help." I was puzzled at this development and spoke, "My... help? What can the High Druid of the Tarskovia Orthodox help with that the Dravii can't manage on their own?" Severus quickly whispered something to Lycaon. Lycaon then replied, "The High Druid of the Tarskovia Orthodox has a certain... Influence. I need you to put an end to Krolesk's growing traditionalist sentiment. Weaken James Navor's growing alliance by ousting the main force as enemies of the Faith. Quite simple." I was fairly confused at what Lycaon was playing at.
"Allow me to get this straight, Lord Patriarch, you want me to shatter Navor II's growing resistance... Why?" Szija even spoke up, "Oi! If we kill the resistance.. Then the Jibilka wins. That's bad karma!" Lycaon sighed, clearly he saw something to it that no one else seemed to get. "The resistance prevents the Silent Swords from massing as they ought to... If the Silent Swords did mass, the Karazzak could carry on. You, Kalitaros, would stand to become the most influential man in Krolesk. Even after the monitor is taken care of, you would remain the most influential. You would in effect be the Dravii, and Krolesk would be your Skylyn. You are in the most lucrative position of anyone..." Lycaon said.
Szija whispered to me, "He has... Mud point. Ja? Eh? Might be tricksy, like the rock monkey. Should be full of care, Ja." I thought about Szija said, and what Lycaon said. I then spoke, "The Dravii aren't ones to just help establish new order.. What exactly are you getting out of this Lycaon?" I asked. Lycaon replied, "What I gain is not important. What is important is that you stand to hold such power over Krolesk, power that has not been seen since king John Navor. All I would ask in return is a simple treaty, ensuring Krolesk and Skylyn enter a simple alliance. Neither side attacks the other, and if one requires the others help, help could be arranged." I couldn't help but think there was more in motion than Lycaon was letting on.
"May I take some time to think on it and consult with Szija?" I asked. "Of course. Yes. The King's Tower was prepared ahead of time for you. Edgar Varstuvius and Sir Naviro are already there, they are.. Companions of yours I am led to believe?" I honestly surprised those two didn't wind up in the Deep Tower, or rather, that they got freed. I replied, "Yes.. They are... Acquaintances." Lycaon then said, "Very well. Commander Ivaz, take a few men and escort High Druid Kalitaros and Sar' Szija Nijal to the King's Tower." The guard, who I presumed to be Commander Ivaz saluted Lycaon then escorted myself and Szija to the King's Tower.
==When Dravii Plan... Act II==
Szija and myself were escorted through the King's Tower to the top floor. Our escort watched us as we entered the doors at the top of the last flight of stairs. Inside the room, Edgar Varstuvius and Sir Naviro were sitting at a table, with cups of tea in front of them. Szija hurried past me, headed towards the table. Edgar greeted me, Naviro looked back, and I greeted both of them. I walked over and sat down at the table. Szija had already poured himself some tea and was on his second cup when I sat down.
"Kalitaros, what's new?" Edgar asked. I replied, "Not much. Spoke with the Lord Patriarch, turns out the Dravii want me to usurp power in Krolesk, per the Silent Swords." Naviro laughed and said, "Silent Swords? Hah. They might have a scary name, but no one is terrified of untrained militia." Szija spoke up, "Nah, Kro'Kan. Dravii want to add their red-steel swords to the silent swords." Edgar didn't like the sound of it and commented, "So the Dravii want to help you Kalitaros, to amass a strong body of Silent Swords? This... Does not bode well with I and Naviro found..."
"What did you two find?" I asked. "The Skatan Doctrine. As well as some very condemning evidence regarding Krolesk'Kan clans. It would seem the Dravii are, unsurprisingly, up to something." Edgar said. Naviro nodded in agreement with what Edgar said, and then spoke, "The Skatan Doctrine... Its.. Worrisome." He leaned in closer, beckoning myself, Edgar and Szija to lean in on well. Naviro dropped to speaking in a whisper and continued, "The Skatan Doctrine is a theory of sorts. Compiled by Lycaon's predecessor. It detailed the Dravii'n concerns about the Voldranians. Based on the Netheran mess back in the 70's, it suggested that the Voldranians are cursed, and bring with them war and chaos wherever they go. It urged caution in all matters regarding Voldranians. It was just "a few pages short of being a call to war" as the expression goes." Edgar than whispered, "The Skatan Doctrine specifically raised questions about Voldranian philosophies. Asking the reader things like; what kind of guest enters a house and declares himself equal to the home's owner. It was thought provoking, albeit worrisome." 
Szija spoke up, "Oi? Skiths warned you. SKITHS WARNED YOU! You not take word of Skiths, and you have Voldranians, and then Nether War, and then Monitor, and then revolution, and then more war, and then Evon'Kal war, and then another revolution... But no, no trust the Skiths. Skiths know no things. Skiths tried--" Edgar and Naviro were becoming annoyed, so I interrupted Szija's rant, "Szija. We know the Skiths warned us, now please, show some respect." Szija glared and then returned to drinking his tea. "So what was this very condemning evidence you mentioned?" I asked. "Proof that K.I.O, along with practically every Krolesk'Kan clan was out to destabilize Ardenvol, and then use Ardenvol to seize control of the Citadel of Dravii. It was brilliant in theory, however apparantly failed. Such evidence would surely establish the notion that the clans have always been out to get the Dravii, and win over Krolesk'Kan public opinion for whatever purpose the Dravii have in mind." Edgar said.
"That.. Hm.. That's what he meant then. Just a few moments ago, I was with the Lord Patriarch. He mentioned that the Dravii had something to ensure Ostavius wouldn't be tried by the Traditionalists, something that would instead ensure any case would be one against the clans..." I said. Edgar raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? What else was said?" Naviro appeared interested. "Well... Aside from Navor and Sparrok apparantly having told me wrong information.. Not much more than amassing the Silent Swords and the bit regarding Ostavius. He seemed oddly calm and emotionless though." Naviro spoke, "Oddly calm and emotionless... Tell us, Kalitaros, how many Dravii'n soldiers did you see, and where?" I was unsure what he was getting at, but I answered nonetheless. "A couple dozen at the port, another few dozen as me and Szija went through the Citadel to the great hall, then peraps.. another dozen with Severus, and a few dozen entering with the Lord Patriarch, and maybe a dozen strong escort for me and Szija up here... Why?"
Naviro slowly let out his breath, looking down at the table. He then spoke again, "My fears are not off base. It is not normal for a Lord Patriarch to walk the Citadel with a small garrison guarding him. There is either family trouble, or he does not trust the Monitor, or both. It is also interesting, it sounds like the Citadel is below maximum occupancy. There must be a few Guards out and about... But why?" Edgar spoke up, "Naviro.. Didn't we find the Skatan Doctrine and the condemning files in different areas?" Naviro paused a moment and answered, "Yes..I do think so. Why?" I looked at Szija, and by my count, he was on his eighth cup of tea. Edgar nodded and replied, "Too soon to say. I have a feeling the Dravii aren't all on the same team."
"That would support the idea of internal family trouble... It would be wise if all of us stayed here the night I think." Naviro said, pausing mid-way through his comment. Szija spoke up, "Eh? Ja. You think Dravii do the stabzy stab stab tonight, eh? Unless you Drav, no has concern. Drav only stab the Drav, like Lyco did to his predecessor. Both Drav, one dead, one not."  Edgar raised an eyerbrow and asked, "What is your name, Skith?". I realized I failed to introduce them to Sar' Szija Nijal. Szija answered, "I am Sar' Szija Nijal, of Kar'Skith." Edgar then introduced himself and Naviro. Edgar then asked, "You know what happened to Lycaon's predecessor? How?" Szija was unsure how to respond, after a moment he said, "Young Szija was here. Heard a noise and hid behind the bushes. Watched as Lyco and some Drav entered argument. Lyco stabbed first. argument about... Krolesk, I thinks. Made way back to Kar'Skith. Days later, turned out the Lord Patriarch was deaded and Lyco became new Lord Patriarch." Edgar looked dumbfounded and said, "So you.. Witnessed, firsthand the death of a Dravii? That.. We might be able to use that."
Suddenly, a dozen Dravii soldiers rushed into the room. Followed immediately by Kalisarii Dravicus. The soldiers surrounded us, they were armed in typical Dravii fashion: short steel swords and knives on their belts, wearing chainmail armor with steel breastplates. Interestingly, one soldier was wearing a blackend steel breastplate. Kalisarii spoke, "Greetings, apologies for the intrusion. The Lord Patriarch issued the alert to be prepared, no civilians are to be left alone without soldiers present." Edgar raised an eyebrow and spoke, "Eh? Kalisarii, you're the head of the Second Guard.. The Elite of elite mercenaries. Why are y--... Oh." He paused mid-sentence, suspecting some kind of plot being afoot.
Szija grabbed an empty tea cup, prepared to throw it at someone if necessary - or if he wanted to, he really didn't seem like one bound by logic to be honest. Naviro had a small knife in his hand, I'm unsure where he got it. Edgar reached for the tea pot, as if to pour himself another cup of tea. Edgar asked, "Tea anyone?" The soldiers present seemed to tighten their grips on their sword hilts. Kalisarii placed his hand on his sword hilt. Kalisarii smiled and said, "Yes. By all means. Tea would be nice." Edgar stood up, tea pot in hand.
Edgar then swung around, turning towards Kalisarii, throwing the tea pot towards his head. Kalisarii dodged the tea pot, and then drew his sword. Edgar lunged towards him, and Kalisarii allowed him to come close before skillfully dodging and smashing his sword hilt into Edgar's head. Edgar was left on the floor with a fairly bloody head injury. Szija dropped his tea cup and dropped to his knees, arms held above his head. Naviro put away his knife and did like what Szija did. I too dropped to my knees, arms above my head.
Kalisarii spoke, "How dull. You two." He turned his attention to two nearby soldiers, and continued, "Get Edgar Varstuvius to Citarx Vier. Veir can keep things quiet." He then turned his attention back to us and spoke, "Its come to my attention that the entire 'lot of you are involved with Krolesk's Traditionalist movement, primarily the militaristic branch led by the traitor, James Navor II. My uncle, Lycaon, he was unwise to allow you all the luxury of this tower. Had it been my call, you all would be rotting in the Deep Tower. Alas, I do not think--..." He burst into a coughing fit, trying to continue, "I do not--.." The coughing got worse. "I--.." He stuttered. He dropped to his knees, and began coughing up blood. After a brief moment, he fell over to the floor, dead.
I looked around the room, puzzled why none of the other soldiers rushed to help their leader. Most of the soldiers were dead, save for three which the soldier in the blacked breastplate killed before my very eyes. The soldier in the blackend breastplate then walked over, and signalled for myself, Naviro and Szija to get up. He then spoke, "Kalitaros, Sar' Szija, Naviro. The real Lycaon sends his greetings." I scratched my head, and Naviro spoke up, "Eh? Who are you?"
The man in the blackend breastplate bent over to check Kalisarii, and then responded, "I am Sazar, Ordinate Oculatus Praestantes. Also kin to the late Kalisarii, may Thyymes have mercy on him." Szija raised an eyebrow and said, "Eh? Kin? Kinslayer. Fratricide Szija thinks." Sazar paid no heed to Szija. Naviro then spoke, "So.. Sazar. Dare I ask what happened?"
Sazar arose from checking Kalisarii and looked at each of us, then spoke, "Lycaon Dravicus' ascension to the status of Lord Patriarch was not widely supported. Many cited his time in the Deep Tower as a reason to believe he could not be trusted. Regardless of those who believed he couldn't be trusted, he became Lord Patriarch. His most vocal opposition was the head of the Second Guard, whom he decided to replace with one of his nephews. However he failed to also replace the commanders below the head of the Second Guard, and they managed to sway his nephew into attempting a coup d'etat. The Monitor simply provided a good opportunity for the inevitable attempt at an overthrow."
"Wait... Where do we factor into this family drama?" Naviro asked. Sazar responded, "Bargaining tokens. You all have some knowledge of importance to someone or another, you'd likely be traded off to the highest bidder to strengthen Kalisarii's false rule." Szija spoke up, "Oh? Another false rule? As if Lycaon's was not bad enough." Sazar again paid no heed to Szija.
Sazar than spoke, "I would advise you all try to get sleep in one of the rooms below this one. I would urge you remain in this tower, as the coup d'etat is not over just yet. I'll ensure some loyal and trustworthy guards protect the entrance." He then headed towards the door, and then turned and said, "Kalitaros, we will likely meet again, although I can not promise you'll recognize me." He then departed.
Naviro grabbed some swords from the dead guards, I too grabbed a sword, Szija grabbed some knives. We all went to the room immediately below and tried to get some rest...
==When Dravii Plan... Act III==
It was just before sunrise, some guards came in claiming to be their on behalf of Lycaon. They ushered us through the citadel of Dravii, through dark passages, winding hallways, up stairs and down downstairs, through a few old rooms and areas that were probably built back in the days of Thyymes. Eventually we found ourselves in a large cavern. On the opposite side of the cavern Lycaon could be seen, talking to several people who were there. Lycaon signalled us over.
We approached Lycaon and the group of people. The guards who led us there stayed by the entrance of the cavern. "Greetings, High Druid, Naviro and Sar' Szija." Lycaon said, looking toward us. "Greetings Lycaon." I said. Szija nodded and waved at Lycaon. Naviro simply mumbled. "It is good to see you again, Kalitaros." A familiar voice said. I looked around and saw him, Arcaidus Dravicus. Lycaon said, "I would like you three to meet.. Nikephoros, High Priest of the Red Isle. As well as Leontius Laskaris, the Phylarch of Darikkos." Naviro seemed a little unsure of the title which Leontius held, he spoke, "Phylarch of Darikkos.. There hasn't been a phylarch since before Morad Ardmosi had the Phylarchs ended... Permenantly." Leontius smiled and replied, "You're moderately knowledgeable. You're correct, mostly, save for the part where the Phylarchs were ended permenantly. You see, Morad only abolished the legal claims the Phylarch had. The Phylarch remained, and the traditions of ascension to the role of Phylarch have remained. With the events in the world, the role of Phylarch being sole leader of Darikkos has been resumed."
Naviro seemed a bit bewildered and confused more than anything. "Resumed? How?! Skylyn's council has likely been captured, and such a development would certainly arouse Krolesk'Kan and international suspicion." Naviro said. "Ah, you are correct. The council was captured, to my knowledge at least. However, the secret papers permit the permenant reacknowledgement of the Phylarch of Darikkos in the event Skylyn's council is ever compromised. They likewise permit the High Druid of the Red Isle temporary leadership over the southernmost isles in the same event... To say the least, the first independant council of Skylyn was paranoid about Krolesk trying to reclaim the isles. The secret papers, they're quite extensive." Leontius said.
The thought that the secret papers were real, and not just myth, was an interesting development. It was, and probably is, common belief in Krolesk that the secret papers are just a made-up thing to discourage Krolesk from poking around in Skylyn. "The secret papers... are real then?" I asked. Leontius nodded, and Nikephoros spoke, "Indeed they are. I'll not go into detail, but rest assured Skylyn's days of submission ended thirty years ago, and they will never be resumed. Not until every last Skythion lies dead." Lycaon gave a slight nod of agreement in regards to what Nikephoros said.
Lycaon then began, "The secret papers are real, yes. Its been a big debate since their creation as to rather or not they should be kept secret or made public. If made public, Skylyn's enemies would know of its protocol. However if kept secret, it's hard to prove what is and is not protocol. Its a complex issue, one which each council of Skylyn has had to deal with. Anyhow, that's not why you're all gathered here"
Lycaon continued, "We suspect, the Southern leadership is likely fighting the Monitor's forces. We can't be sure how, or if they're still alive, but we do know a ship left Dawnguard recently. A ship which was never supposed to leave. A few diplomats also seem to be missing. We are hoping that the Southern leaders can make a solid stand, perhaps disable the Monitor's weapon. Although 'tis mostly just hopeful thinking." Nikephoros spoke up, "Aye.. Hopeful indeed. Worst case scenario, we continue with the underground meetings until we're all dead or have success. Though I did want to mention, I managed to get a word with Zorthor. He's willing to fight if we can assure him the Monitor's weapon is axed." Leontius nodded in an approving manner, and then said, "If a fight is the plan, Darikkos can mass the city guards and send for the Eastern Islanders. I reckon a combined force, Navors, Red Isle, Darikkos, Dravii, and Eastern Islers could certainly equal a solid five thousand, perhaps eight if we get lucky." Lycaon scratched his chin and replied, "Add another eight hundred to twelve-hundred to that number. Ardenvol and the tree mages are willing to help."
Naviro spoke up, "Oi! Don't forget the Krolesk'Kans. Traditionalists easily have three thousand fighters." Lycaon looked at Naviro and commented, "Twenty-one hundred actually. They're being hunted down and imprisoned or killed when possible. If things continue like they're going, by the time we can actually begin an offensive... Most traditionalists will be either dead or imprisoned. I'm simply afraid they can not be included in the count." Naviro sighed, a bit saddened by the news. Szija decided to speak up, "What about Skiths? Skith fighters, fearless as bats. Easily eighty capable Skith fighters. Could get two-hundred if find Skith cousins." Nikephoros said, "Sar' Szija, though its a fair point, Skith fighters are not orderly. They lack the discipline needed for the offensive we'd be looking at." Szija frowned.
It occurred to me, there has thus far been no mention of the Silent Swords... So I asked, "What of the Silent Swords though? I could get them to mass." Lycaon replied, "If the Silent Swords massed, and if a decent amount of people showed... I'm thinking it could be seven-thousand strong, albeit most would be farmers or barely trained militia-men. Not familiar with the kind of quick offensive we're entertaining." Naviro made a slightly odd face, it seemed like an idea hit him. "Ah! What of the Warrior's Guild of Krolesk?" He asked. "If there is one group we're absolutely certain has sold out and won't be any good, it's the Warrior's Guild." Leontius said. Naviro seemed a bit mixed on that, and asked, "Why's that?" Leontius replied, "Because prior to being Phylarch, I was one of them. I was twice offered money in exchange for simply passing on information of any kind. I was probably one of the few morally decent in the 'lot I served with. Chances are they're all on the Monitor's payroll by now."
"So then.. Best case scenario.. Between Dravii, Navors, Darikkos, the Red Isle, Eastern Islers, Silent Swords, Skiths, and tag-along Traditionalists... We might have a sixteen-thousand strong force. More realistically, we'll likely just have ten-thousand strong. Of the ten-thousand, only perhaps five-thousand could pull the quick offensive strike we need." Lycaon said in a slightly grim manner. "Only five? Hmm.. There is another alternative..." Nikephoros said. Lycaon seemed to have mixed feelings about it and replied, "I'd rather that one be a last case scenario, and only a last case scenario. After all other scenarios have failed."
Leontius laughed and said, "Hah! Ol' Nikephoros. Always trying to summon armies of Netheran creatures. Hah.. Though seriously, Lycaon, as much as I don't like Nikephoros' alternative.. It could be just what we need to increase our chances." Lycaon mumbled and said, "Alright. We'll meet back here as per discussed. We'll continue this discussion then." Nikephoros and Leontius both nodded and walked off their seperate ways, saying their farewell greetings as they passed.
Lycaon then said, "Kalitaros, I wanted to tell you personally... Arrangements have been made for your return to Krolesk. I've decided I'll leave it up to you if you want to denounce the Traditionalist movement or not. Though I would ask you hold off on such a decision until several days have passed since you reach Krolesk."  Naviro asked, "What of I? ... and the Skith, what of him?" Lycaon replied, "I view you as Kalitaros' pet, or slave. Whichever makes you feel better. Sar' Szija however, he is a Skith and can make his own decisions."
Naviro was certainly annoyed at being considered less than a Skith. I spoke up, "Alright. Show us the arrangements, I long for Krolesk. Nothing against the Citadel, its just not quite Krolesk." Lycaon chuckled and called a guard over, ordering him to show us the arrangements which were made.
==Phylarch of Darikkos, Leontius Laskaris, Act I==
The following is from the Point of View of Leontius Laskaris
I spotted a familiar face, sitting alone in the gardens of the Citadel of Dravii. I slowly approached and asked, "Nikephoros, what did you make of the High Druid?" The familiar face looked over and replied, "He seemed a little quiet." I nodded in agreement, then motioned towards the seat next to Nikephoros. He nodded in an inviting manner, and so I sat down. "'Sar' Szija Nijal though.. He's playing dumb." I said. Nikephoros laughed and exclaimed, "Aye! I reckon he wants to use the High Druid to try and snatch some land or make a name for himself." I couldn't help but ask myself why the Skith reckoned he would benefit from befriending the High Druid. "So then, Nikephoros. What say you of Lycaon?" I asked, curious about his opinions. Nikephoros looked off into the distance, scratching his chin.
He then said, "Lycaon... He's dangerous. He's got the boldness of his predecessor, and we haven't got the blackmail to keep him quiet like his predecessor. Just look, Skylyn's on the Voldranian maps now. Krolesk is beginning to acknowledge Skylyn as independent, free from the Krolesk'Kan shadow. Under Lycaon, Skylyn is becoming evermore dependant on the Dravii and ever more independent in general. There's even what could become a schism forming within the Red Isle. If the schism matures, I could be dead. Worse, the southern isles could fall to the Dravii'n merchants."
I spoke, "I see.. Very troubling for the southern isles indeed." Nikephoros nodded and agreed. "I certainly share some of your concerns my friend. A Skylyn fully dependent on the Dravii would be disasterous for what has already been set in motion." Nikephoros turned and gave me a confused look. I smiled and said, "When the Northern Empire of Scythia began to take shape on paper, the Navors smuggled a good deal of K.I.O records into their stronghold. Records which I stand to gain in exchange for keeping the Dravii focused away from Navoria, at least for now." Nikephoros still had that look and asked, "Leontius, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, you need to control your schism, preferably squash it.Then keep the Red Isle strong, and focused, and do not yield ground to the Dravii. The longer we keep the Dravii away from Navoria, the better. At least, until I gain those records. Then I dare say we needn't bother with protecting the Navors any longer." I said with a smile. Nikephoros smiled, he seemed to be catching onto it. He then spoke, "Ah yes, I see. But I must ask, how do these records help our plans?" I replied, "Its simple really. The records contain the blackmail K.I.O. used to establish their infamous stranglehold on Krolesk'Kan politics. If we get those records, we can seize Navoria for ourselves."
"I'm not following. The Navors will just hand over the exact documents that will be their downfall?" Nikephoros asked. I chuckled and nodded, adding, "Aye. They will. They think they just grabbed some diplomatic papers and files on Voldranians. In truth, they grabbed some of the most elusive files K.I.O. has ever had the pleasure of compiling. K.I.O. had a tendency to hide their biggest secrets in plain sight, simply because of a unique cipher they came up with. A cipher which I can decrypt because I have one of the only codebooks for it in existence."
Nikephoros chuckled. "I do hope you know what you're doing. You shouldn't forget who exactly I am and what it is I have at my disposal. Darikkos is a wooden city, always remember that its quite flammable." Nikephoros said with a serious tone. I nodded and smiled. "Indeed. I must be on my way now, there's Dravii to distract. Which might I add, with that Monitor fellow around, its certainly easier to distract the Dravii than it normally is." I stood up, bid farewell to Nikephoros, and went on my way.
==The Arden Awakens, Scene I==
The following is from the point of view of Xathos Quxatpos
"Archimandrite Xathos! The Dravii'n fortress is on the horizon. We will be there soon." A messenger sent by the ship's captain noted. I nodded and waved him off. I then resumed my discussion with Jack Sparrok. "Lord Sparrok. Your services are greatly appreciated, as always. It seems our time has again come to an end. I received word from the Archon that the Dravii have a ship ready to return you to Restine." I said. Sparrok nodded and replied, "Excellent. I hope that perhaps this time, I won't be disturbed in my retirement." I laughed, as did Sparrok. I offered him more wine, to which he gladly accepted.
We arrived at the Dravii'n citadel docks. Things were dull and gray as expected. Humans indeed have no taste for color. After disembarking with Sparrok, we said our goodbyes, and Sparrok boarded a ship that was ready to set sail. I however, had business with the Lord Patriarch. Severus Dravicus greeted me at the docks and he led me through the stone halls of the Dravii. After what seemed like miles of walking, we were finally in the main hall. The Lord Patriarch was sitting at a side table and gestured me over. He stood up as I approached, and we greeted eachother in ancient customs. We then took seats, opposite the other.
"Xathos Quxatpos... Oh my dear friend. How long has it really been?" Lycaon said. I chuckled and said, "Decades I suppose. If I recall right, we were fighting hordes of creatures from the underlands. Blazes and the like." Lycaon laughed, as did I. Lycaon then changed his tone to that of a serious one, "So then, what is it that the Arden wants now?" I felt as if he was mocking me and my presence. I replied, "The Arden feels our mutual obligations to the shadow puppet are no longer necessary. Also, the Archon had a proposal which I am to pass on." I retrieved a sealed scroll from my cloak and passed it to Lycaon.
Lycaon broke the seal of the scroll casually and quickly moved his eyes over the document. Whilst reading he spoke, "So then, the Arden finally realizes my concerns about the shadow puppet?" I answered, "Yes. A little persuasion does wonders. They feel the shadow puppet isn't what they first thought it was." Lycaon chuckled and nodded, whilst still reading. After a moment he set the scroll done and spoke, "Hah. I did say the shadow puppet is awfully sneaky. Anyhow, enough of that. The proposal seems satisfactory. What of the High Druid, Dawnguard and Kal'Karaduum though?"
I smiled and said, "The High Druid will accept, the Arden is sure of it. Dawnguard has no choice in the matter. The dwarf king is eager to put to bed the hundreds of years of bad blood. It is only the Dravii vote we need in order to have this convention, since the other parties seem to be quite dead or detroyed." Lycaon smiled and spoke, "The Dravii will support this act." He called for a servant to bring a pen and inkwell. The servant brought those things, and Lycaon quickly signed the scroll and handed it back to me.
We concluded our meeting in the ancient customs and I returned to my ship. With Lycaon's support, everything could move along as hoped. As I boarded my ship I told the captain to set sail for Navoria, for I had dealings there.
==When great paths collide ...==
The following point of view is that of the main protagonist of this story: Kalitaros
"LAND HO!" Shouted the Skythian who was drunk in the crows nest. Navoria was on the horizion. Sar Szija Nijal quickly climbed up to the crows nest to confirm the news. Naviro stood to my left and spoke, "I suppose the question now is, what is our plan?" I thought about it a moment and replied to his question, "Well... I thought about that during the trip. I've decided I'll mass the Silent Swords, and send a messenger to the crowned Navor. Like the Dravii said, we need to have a quick offensive..." Sir Naviro nodded, in an approving way. He then wandered off below deck.
We made landfall at a small trading outpost to the north of Navoria. Not far from Darikkos. Myself, Naviro and Szija disembarked. Two Dravii soldiers also disembarked to accompany us, they claimed to be there for our protection. The day was nearing its end, and we determined that our best chance are remaining hidden was to push on through the night to Innsbrook, or at the very least a Navishk encampment.
We were perhaps two hours into our trek south when we heard voices approaching and saw torchlight. There were no hiding places around to hide us, so the two Dravii guards and Naviro drew their swords, ready for whatever was approaching. The voices grew louder, until finally we saw them, lit up by their own torchlight; A crimson druid, and about a dozen Silent Swords, accompanied by Jzardo the void lurker. The crimson druid saw me and was overcome with excitement, he exclaimed; "High Druid Kalitaros lives! Praise be the Serpent, praise be Graa'Faar!" I replied, "Yes, it is I. I am alive. Tell me druid, what is this?" I said whilst looking at the dozen Silent Swords.
The crimson druid replied, "The Silent Swords, High Druid. You sent out the word, and we made quick work to mass them. In silence and secret, we massed a great number, with more to be expected. Though forgive me my High Druid. I am Druid Zamoskyi, at your command." Naviro and the two Dravii sheathed their swords. Szija approached Zamoskyi and quickly examined him in great detail. Szija examined his hair, his crimson robes, and even his shoes. Szija spoke, "You are... Zaja of the burnt house!" He excaimed. Zamoyski appeared a bit put off by Szija's comment and replied, "It is true. I was Zaja of the burnt house, I became a druid of the Tarskovian Orthodox. You are.. Sar' Szija Nijal, rightful heir to the Kar'Skith throne should you take it." Szija smiled. Szija then spoke, "Very smart Zaja. Very. Thrones no like Skiths, Szija no like thrones. Szija is a Skith. So Szija no take the fancy chair."
I then spoke, "Druid Zamoyski, if it is true.. The Silent Swords massed, then there must be a headquarters?" Zamoyski nodded and said, "Yes. The olden castle that fell to ruins, due south of Dawnguard. We've made our base there, and discovered tunnels that go so far as the Dawn Spire." This amused me, I spoke, "Excellent. I ask you take us there then, if no matter prevents it." Zamoyski smiled and said, "Nay. No matter prevents it. I was out hunting for you, and I've found you. The other druids will be thrilled. Come now, this way." Zamoyski then led us many miles to the olden castle. Many hours passed during our journey.
==Phylarch of Darikkos, Leontius Laskaris, Act II==
The following is from the Point of View of Leontius Laskaris
As our ship got closer to Navoria, a ship could be seen in the distance - One of a distinctly Arden design. Then shortly after, another ship could be seen-- A Dravii'n vessel, headed away from Navoria. I suspect the Dravii'n vessel was for the High Druid. We eventually made landfall, and so did the Arden vessel, down the coast a ways. I tried not to bother with worrying about the Arden, as I had more important things to do. Like meet with the Navors.
I, and a dozen of the finest Darikken Guards made our way to the fortress in the distance - the Moon-and-Star Stronghold. After perhaps a half hour of hiking we finally got to the stronghold, and then inside. Inside the stronghold, there were warriors everywhere. Clearly the Navors grew paranoid, and so did Krolesk'Kans... I alerted one of the seemingly important-looking men that was standing around, and he ran off to inform Zorthor that I had arrived. A moment later, I was invited into the main keep to meet with Zorthor, and meet we did.
It was a nice keep I suppose, chairs all about. Fairly lit. Zorthor sat alone in the middle of a large room. He motioned me over and I walked to him. "Leontius, its been a long time." Zorthor said as I got within earshot. I nodded and spoke, "Aye. Too long my friend. Too long." We shook hands and he offered me a seat, which I accepted. "So then, tell me how was the trip?" Zorthor asked. I replied, "I'd much rather skip the small talk. You still have the files?" Zorthor smiled and spoke, "Ah yes. Of course. I've still got the files. I've also been informed by the Arden -who are soon to send a messenger- that the files are not just diplomatic notes about how Akarvians like their tea." I smiled, and tried my best to hide my displeasure at the situation. "Oh? How dreadful. Tell me more of these files. What are they truly?" I asked, trying to seem ignorant.
Zorthor smiled, clearly catching onto my game. He spoke, "Ah yes. Unaware are you? You know your offer, to keep the Dravii busy, seemed like a great deal of trouble just for diplomatic notes. I asked around about the notes to see if I was missing something. Low and behold, Ardenvol sent word that they were well aware of the notes, and what you were trying to play at." I smiled. Zorthor continued, "Oh, yes. Smile away. They say prisoners of Ar'Vonil never smile, perhaps you can tell me if there's any truth to that." As Zorthor finished, the doors swung open and an agent of the Archon walked in, accompanied by half a dozen Ar'Vonilian guards.
Zorthor stood up and announced, "Archimandrite Xathos Quxatpos! Many greetings." Xathos replied, "Aye. Many greetings. This the Skythion?" He asked, looking at me. Zorthor nodded. Xathos approached and sat down beside me, his guards circled around us and Zorthor. Xathos spoke, "My, my. Where to begin then?" He said, looking between me and Zorthor. Zorthor gave him a look, and Xathos spoke, "Zorthor it is then!" He jumped up and approached Zorthor, leaning over him, he began, "Zorthor, my dear old friend. The Archon knows about your double-dealing. Claiming that we're getting an excellent trade deal, whilst in reality you're charging us more than you charge the Dravii. You're cheating the Arden, and we can't have that." Zorthor was about to speak, but as he opened his mouth, an Ar'Vonilian guard gaged him.
Xathos then motioned for Zorthor to be taken away, and he sat down where Zorthor was. He then looked to me and smiled before speaking, "Leontius Laskaris, the Phylarch of Darikkos. What a time we must live in. A phylarch! By the Archon, the last Phylarch Dairkkos had was what..Hundreds of years ago?"  I nodded. He continued, "Silent huh? No matter. I've been given the Archon's blessing and I may pardon you of what you're accused of, should you allow Ardenvol free reign of Darikkos, to uproot all manner of opposition to Ardenvol."
I was a little curious and asked, "By what do you mean, when you say all manner of opposition to Ardenvol?" Xathos replied, "Any who would seek to continue to bring up the myth of Red Jarul's Day. Any who believe that the city of Ruuthanfal even existed. There is of course, no historical proof it exists, and those who claim it does only do so, so that they may spread falsehoods, lies and hatred. Ardenvol simply wants to ensure that hatred does not flourish in the lands of our dear allies and friends." He ended with a smile, and an eerie stare.
I nodded, and said, "So you want my blessing to cause chaos in Darikkos in the name of uprooting hatred?" Xathos nodded in agreement. I continued, "If I decline?" I asked. Xathos looked at me with a frown and spoke, "Then you'll be keeping Zorthor company, and will be named a criminal, a cheater, a thief who dared to steal from Ardenvol." I smiled, being well aware of the coercion taking place here. I said, "Alright then. I give Ardenvol my formal word that they may uproot any hatred, so long as that the hatred is only related to Ardenvol." Xathos smiled and spoke, "We'll deal with the formal paperwork later, for now, get gone. You've overstayed your welcome in this fine Ardenvol establishment." I hastily left the main keep, and the stronghold for that matter.
==Karazzak! Part I==
The following point of view is that of the main protagonist of this story: Kalitaros
We had reached the olden castle, and I was urged to request a meeting with the Crimson druids present. I saw no harm in that, so I did that. The meeting was fairly dull most of the way through, until it got nearer the end... "High Druid Kalitaros. We estimate our number to be eight thousand. If we're to save Dawnguard, now is our best chance." Zamoskyi said. I looked around the table at the other dozen Crimson druids gathered there. Karos looked at me, ready to support whatever I decided. I stood up and spoke, "Then it is time. It is time for the Tarskovian Orthodoxy to not only save the spirits of the people, but also their physical selves! We march on Dawnguard." The table was quick to unify in support of my declaration. I then dismissed the meeting. Karos stuck around, and when the others left, he spoke, "High Druid Kalitaros. We've not yet had the chance to speak of things."
I nodded and spoke, "Aye Karos, its a shame. It may yet still be put off, there is a city to take." Karos replied, "Aye, that there is. Though news came in, just before the meeting... Ardenvol has laid claim on the Moon-and-Star Stronghold, and Zorthor is missing." I considered this a moment and said, "That is quite troubling. Any idea what numbers they have?" Karos shrugged his shoulders, clearly not knowing what their number was. At that point, a messenger rushed into the room and announced with joy, "News has come! The weapon is under friendly control. The Monitor is at our mercy!" I raised an eyebrow, and said, "Eh? Excellent." I then turned to Karos and said, "Karos, go tell the crimson druids to hurry their preperations. We make for Dawnguard in an hour."
The messenger continued, "Also.. Ostavius Dravicus is back. He is demanding a meeting with you." I stared at the messenger a moment and then said, "He can keep demanding. I've had my fill of Dravicus for the month." I then went off to see how things were coming along. From my observations all seemed well. I then made my way to a lookout tower and proceeded to climb to the top of it, to get a better look at things. It was then, at the top, I noticed that off in the distance an army approached.
An alarm was then sounded, and a scout was rushing through the encampment around the olden castle. He was shouting, "The Navirian King approaches!" I stayed in the lookout tower and watched as King Navor approached from the east, riding a horse, with a decent sized host behind him. The host had banners of all kinds... The Order, Mazhenics, Fearry, Lyrkan, Trevos, Zajford, Aldarina, Warrior's Guild of Krolesk, all banners of Krolesk could be seen. I then climbed down the lookout tower and went out to go and meet with the Navor king. A few Crimson druids accompanied me on my way to the Navor king.
James Navor II spoke when we got within earshot, "Greetings High Druid." I nodded and replied, "Greetings. Why are you here, King of Fallnavor?" Navor replied, "News had reached us. The weapon is down. Dawnguard can be taken." I smiled and nodded, saying, "Aye. Dawnguard can be taken... Only by the pure of heart. Your rag-tag ruffians are out for gold, and are not fighting because they have good hearts." Navor raised an eyebrow, stating, "Oh? At least my rag-tag ruffians have combat experience. Now come to your senses, is your Karazzak so holy you won't work with those who are out for the same goal?" I gave Navor a serious look and replied, "Aye. It is that holy. Now begone Navor of Fallnavor, you'll damn us to suffer the fate of Fallnavor." At that Navor was offended, but he nonetheless took the hint and disappeard into the distance with his army... For now.
I returned to the main encampment around the olden castle. As I returned, a messenger approached and announced, "A whole host of Dravii'n ships were spotted just off the coast of Navoria! A few Arden ships as well!" At this I was concerned. I could not let the Dravii, nor the Arden, reach the Dawn Spire first. I thanked the messenger and began to look around the encampment for Karos to get an idea of how long until the Silent Swords and Crimson druids were prepared for the fight ahead.
==Sar' Szija Nijal==
The following is from the Point of View of Sar' Szija Nijal
It was strange I thought. Priesty rebukeing the Navirian Crown. Since when do priests do that? Szija was confused and contemplated this. Then Szija remembered, Void-Thing wanted Szija. Why Void-Thing do this, Szija not know. Szija went out to find Void-Thing and discuss the things. Void-Thing was standing on an elevated platform, watching the war preperations occur. I approached and said, "Void-Thing. Sjiza here." Void-Thing turned and looked at me, with its beady black pearl-like eyes. It spoke in a scratchy voice, like a Krolesk'Kan suffering from a southern illness of the throatsies; "Szija Nijal. My name is Jzardo... Though I doubt that will change your mind. No, I wanted your... Opinion, let us say. What do you think of this Karzzak?" This convinced Szija, quite thoroughly. Void-Thing was suffering identity crisis, unable to accept that it is Void-Thing.
"Void-Thing. It okay. Szija here for you. Szija will help Void-Thing accept itself as Void-Thing." I said, trying to comfort the Void-Thing. Void-Thing gave a look. Depressed almost. Clearly it knew I was trying to help it help itself. It sighed, clearly struggling greatly with its identity crisis. I continued, "Void-Thing, it is all okay. Szija not judge Void-Thing for being Void-Thing." It sighed again and kept that depressed look. Szija could tell, it was struggling greatly with its crsis. It then spoke, "Why do I... Er.. Yes. Yes Szija, you are right. I am struggling to accept myself as a Void-Thing. But that is not why I called you." I was intrigued and asked, "So Void-Thing admits it has issues.. Yes.. Szija will be here for it. Though Szija wants to know, what does the Void-Thing want then?"
The Void-Thing replied, "To learn what... What the great Sar' Szija Nijal thinks of this Karazzak." It said, its voice had a slightly lighter tone. Perhaps accepting its identity crisis helped it to speak more easily. I considered the Karazzak question. What did Szija think of it? I thought for a moment. Finally i gave Void-Thing an answer, "Szija thinks... Karazzak is best bet. Yes. Karazzak gives priesty a ways of gaining power. Strong priesty friend, is best priesty friend." Void-Thing nodded, contemplating what I said. Szija thinks it still wanted to discuss its identity crisis.
Void-Thing spoke, "I see.. You look on the Karazzak positively only because Kalitaros stands to gain power, and by effect, becoming a powerful friend for you?" Void-Thing so tricksy with the words. Expanding on what Szija says. I nodded in agreement, as Void-Thing did appear to get the gist of it. Void-Thing continued, "I can see why you might look at this Karazzak at such. For simpletons, it is a simple issue. Though its far more serious than most know." Szija was curious and asked, "So then.. Void-Thing. Tell Szija, why so serious?" Void-Thing gathered its thoughts in silence a moment...
Void-Thing then spoke, "Its a battle that's been long planned... The Monitor is only a convenient excuse to finally wage the war. Back in the Voldranic 60's, a thing was discovered... Deep below the Dawn Spire. It was truly an accident. No one expected to find something quite like it, but they did. It unsettled The Tribunal. Sent them into a frenzy. They were quick to hide the find, but word still leaked out. Specifically, a member of my cult learned about it and informed me." 
Void-Thing took a moment and continued, "Word then leaked out again, in the Voldranic 70's. Ardenvol learned of what was found, as did the Dravii. Knowledge of it was kept purely in the highest echelons of those groups. The Archon and Lord Patriarch both had some of their finest guards and associates silenced, simply because they sought to keep this find to themselves. They accidentially learned the head of the other faction also knew, and... One thing led to another, and they've been pretending to be friends whilst each trying to reach what's under the Dawn Spire first. The potential gains outweigh the potential losses. Both the Archon and Lord Patriarch were willing to risk their seats of power for this thing.. Ardenvol and the Citadel of Dravii, both put on the line for this thing."
Void-Thing finally shut up after that. Szija understood the things now. Ardenvol and Dravii both want the floor tiles in the Dawn Spire. Now Szija knows why Kalitaros Priesty is out to save Dawnguard. He wants to protect the floor tiles! I then spoke, "Void-Thing.. Thank you for sharing this. Szija shall go and tell the High Priesty, that Ardenvol and Dravii are out for Dawn spire floor tiles!" I then ran off to tell the priesty. Void-Thing was shouting behind me, "Szija! No! That's not what I meant--..." Szija finally got out of earshot and ran across the olden stone house to find Kalitaros priesty.
==Karazzak! Part II==
The following point of view is that of the main protagonist of this story: Kalitaros
Sir Naviro had approached and said, "Lord Patriarch. the Silent Swords are ready. The Crimson Druids are awaiting your orders." I nodded and said, "Excellent." I then got out of my chair and exited the olden castle, making my way to where the Crimson Druids had gathered. As I was walking, Szija ran up next to me and announced, "Kalitaros! Void-Thing told me, Dravii and Arden only want the floor tiles!" I stopped and gave Szija a confused look, and said, "Szija... What is a Void-Thing?" Szija look puzzled, he then pointed towards Jzardo who was approaching. "Void-Thing." He said. Jzardo got within earshot and said, "Szija--.. High Druid. I suspect Szija has probably already mentioned a... distorted version of what I've told him." Szija took offense and addressed Jzardo, "Oi? Szija never lies." Jzardo looked to Szija and said, "Not what I meant my friend. I mean distorted. Not wrong, nor lies. Simply not exactly what I said."
Szija gave a confused look, and at that point lost interest and wandered off. Jzardo sighed then turned to me and said, "Sigh... Skiths. High Druid, I wanted to inform you, though I'd have preferred indirectly, that... The reason Ardenvol and the Dravii are approaching, is because there is something beneath the Dawn Spire. Something they want." I nodded and asked, "What's beneath the Dawn Spire, Jzardo?" He got even closer, within distance to whisper, and said in a whisper, "The Bane of Sphree." I kept silent for a moment and stayed still. The thought that it exists-- No. The thought it was so close. "Are the tales of it true?" I asked in a whisper.
Jzardo nodded and whispered once more, "They are true, yes. It is indeed guarded by Sphleek, and it is something The Tribunal has been killing people over, in the name of keeping it secret." There is no feeling quite like when myths become truths. Its troubling, and I pondered this development a moment longer. Jzardo continued, "Alfred wants it. Hence my being locked up. I worked for Alfred, informed him of it. In order to silence me, I was imprisoned. The Bane of Sphree is something that Alfred believes to be the final piece of his attempt at... Ascension."
I scratched my head at that and asked, confused, "Ascension!? To what?" Jzardo replied, "A theory. There is a theory among some Keepers, that... They can free themselves from the Serpent's direct influence. Possibly existence for that matter. Alfred coined the term as Ascension Complex Quantum Theorum Mechanics." I'm not sure what was more troubling, that Jzardo was telling me this, or that I felt it was true. I decided to ask a question, "Jzardo... If this is true, why are you telling me?" Jzardo gathered his thoughts briefly, then replied, "Because. Alfred has his claws deep within the Arden, and has some spies within the Dravii. Likely both will uproot Alfred's influence by coincidence soon enough. Nonetheless, neither one can get to the Dawn Spire first. Whoever gets to the spire first, controls the secrets it holds."
I looked down for a moment, contemplating this. I then looked back to where Jzardo was, and I did not see him. I looked around, and there was no sign of him anywhere. I determined I should carry on with the Karazzak, and worry about the concerning tidings of Jzardo later. I reached where the Crimson Druids were gathered, and we made a few final adjustments to the plans. The force would be divided into five parts. One part runs through the tunnels between the Olden castle and the Dawn Spire. Two parts attack the eastern wall, and when the eastern wall is open, they rush in. The remaining two parts split into smaller groups and either kill or subdue any runawayas.
The meeting was dismissed and each Crimson druid hurried off to do their part in the siege. I was then alone in the tent, just me in a chair, a table, and about a dozen other chairs. Sir Naviro wandered in and sat down nearby. He spoke, "High Druid.. I would like to offer my service to you. I would like to be your personal bodyguard." This was out of the blue, I replied, "My friend, if you truly desire this... Then so be it." As I said that, Szija rushed in and kneeled when he got close. Szija said, "High Priesty. Szija also wants to be bodyguard." I gave Szija a look and said, "Szija... I presume you were eavesdropping, but that's beside the point. Why do you want to be a bodyguard?" Szija remained kneeled, and replied, "Szija sought purpose in life. Met High priesty. Szija found purpose, Szija must protect the High Priesty from those who seek to disrupt the peace." I raised an eyebrow. Naviro appeared part confused and part bewildered. I spoke, "Szija, if you want this, then so be it... Now if there's nothing else. I would like to ask you both to leave me be in solitude." Sir Naviro and Szija took their leave and left the tent.
I pondered everything... A little over a week ago, I was in Innsbrook. Simply traveling with some old friends to investigate some uncanny lights that locals were reporting coming from the Evyseria Manor. Yet then, our travels were interrupted. We learned the Monitor was out to get me. We fled to Alfred's tower to try and deal with Zyvos' wounds. Only to learn that Alfred was back. Sparrok arrived in the morning, drugged me, and got me involved with Navor's resistance. Navor then sold me and Sparrok out to try and gain the support of Ardenvol and the Dravii. An understandable move considering he's a foreigner, he doesn't know what us Krolesk'Kans know... Then Sparrok disclosed that the Dawn Spire is the key to the events ahead. I found myself in the Citadel of Dravii after that, with Szija at my side. There were a few meetings with the Lord Patriarch, and an attempted insurrection that failed. The Lord Patriarch had me, Naviro and Szija sent to Krolesk after that. Now here I am, with Szija and Naviro as my closet allies and now bodyguards.
Perhaps this is how real legends are created. They're doing their duties, and get thrown into a complex situation. One in which they must rise to greatness by taking on leadership, or else risk helping evil by submitting to others. Perhaps this was the real event that the seventh era was about. A change unlike any other. The rise of the Tarskovian Orthodoxy. Though it also occurs to me, something must be done about the Arden and Dravii after all of this unfolds. They can possibly be played against the other, but they could likewise unite if they uncovered such a ploy. Perhaps I must oppose both... But how?
==Karazzak! Part III==
I continued pondering these things. Then Naviro stuck his head and announced that a messenger from Kal'Karaduum has arrived. I nodded and told Naviro to send him in. Naviro did so. A Dwarf entered, dressed in ornate steel armor, well decorated. Also wearing a green cloak and an amulet that's typically reserved for Iysk'An princes. He introduced himself, "Greetings High Druid Kalitaros. I am Arongyr, heir to Kal'Karaduum. Sent by my king to seek council with you."
I stood up and approached the dwarf. I spoke, "Greetings Arongyr, Heir of Kal'Karaduum." I then motioned towards a chair, urging him to sit down. He did so, and I sat down beside him. Arongyr spoke, "High Druid, I am here to offer the support of Kal'Karaduum to your Karazzak, as well as to declare Kal'Karaduum is behind the Tarskovian Orthodoxy. Whatever you need, Kal'Karaduum will deliver." This amused me greatly, and strengthened my faith in the Serpent. The Serpent must indeed be with me in this endeavour. I replied, "That is generous of Kal'Karaduum. Though, tell me. How does Kal'Karaduum feel about the Arden and Dravii?"
Arongyr looked down a moment, then answered, "Arden.. No. Kal'Karaduum does not like Ardenvol. Although our peoples once coexisted, there is bad blood. We are neutral towards them I suppose. In regards to the Dravii... Behind every tulip petal, there's a dreadful poison. We do not trust the Drav. If its the will of the High Druid, we can work with those groups, but know this; We do not trust either, nor are we about to trust our well-being to either." I nodded. Knowing where Kal'Karaduum stood in regars to both certainly helped.
I spoke, "I see. Excellent. Kal'Karaduum's aid will be needed soon. We intend to take the Dawn Spire, and I fear we may need reinforcements to prevent a bloodbath between Ardenvol, The Dravii, and ourselves." Arongyr nodded and replied, "Yes. Kal'Karaduum will send what warriors it can. As well as ballistae."I nodded approvingly. I then asked, "Is there anything more?" Arongyr thought for a moment and replied, "No. Nothing more. Thank you High Druid." Arongyr then took his leave, and I was once more left in solitude.
A messenger then rushed into the tent shortly after Arongyr left. The messenger informed me that those sent for the eastern wall had reached it, and the siege began. I left the tent and gathered Naviro and Szija together, and we set off together for Dawnguard.
==Septentrio Ascensus, Act I==
The wall was broken. A few of the Silent Swords stayed by the great opening in the wall to ensure none of the Monitor's agents fled. The rest however went into the city. Szija and Naviro oft looked around and kept their guard up. I focused on making my way to the Dawn Spire. Of the bodies we passed... It was terrifying to comprehend. A few Ardenvol sympathizers, a few Dravii sympathizers, but worse of all.. The majority of the bodies were those of Jarulians. It unnerved myself, Szija and Naviro that so many of our bretheren had died fighting for the Monitor.
We got within sight of the exteior surrounding walls of the Dawn Spire. Some fighting persisted, but for the most part it had ended. We decided to continue our approach, and as we got closer, there were cheers. The Silent Swords, rejoiced at my presence, the Crimson Druids present bowed as I got near. It was a victory, but for how long? I, with Szija and Naviro at my sides, entered the Dawn Spire complex. The courtyard was filled with bodies, Silent Swords and Monitor agents alike. Zamoskyi exited the Dawn Spire as we got closer. He approached us.
"High Druid Kalitaros, they've trashed the Dawn Spire. For whatever sinister reason, they never went up to the high vaults though. Everything that wasn't in the High Vaults is either broken, burnt, ash, or... Presumably stolen." Zamoskyi said. "I see... Tell me is there anything below the main council chamber? Or perhaps any proof that some digging occurred?" I asked. Zamoskyi gave me a slightly confused look and replied, "No.. Not really. To my knowledge the only thing underneath the floor tiles is the foundation." Szija raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, saying, "What do you know about the floor tiles?"
Naviro walked over to Szija as he was speaking, and put his arm on Szija's shoulder. Naviro spoke, "Szija.. Come with me. We should check the perimeter and make sure the High Druid is safe." Szija replied to Naviro, "Yes... You should do this. Report back to Szija with any findings." As Szija said this, he gave Naviro a military salute. Zamoskyi spoke up, "Er.. Szija. The floor tiles aren't that interesting. They're just stone floor tiles." Szija shoved Naviro aside, and rushed past Zamoskyi into the Dawn Spire. As Naviro regained his balance, he mumbled, "That bloody Skith..."
A Silent Sword on the wall then shouted down to us, "Dravii are approaching!" As he said this, Silent Swords in the immediate area rushed up to the walls, and defensible positions. Naviro and myself were ushered inside the Dawn Spire. The antechamber was in shambles, papers everywhere, benches broken. We proceeded into the main council chamber. The council chamber was certainly trashed. Most of the chairs had been piled up in the middle of the room, and lit on fire. Only the stone throne of the old kings remained, and a Monitor agent was sitting there, being kept there by half a dozen Silent Swords. The Monitor agent had a hood over his head, covering must of his face, save for his mouth. He was dressed in gray robes.
Naviro whispered to me, "Er.. High Druid, why didn't Zamoskyi mention the prisoner?" I looked at Naviro, then approached the prisoner. As I approached, the prisoner spoke, "High Pest Kalitaros. Have you had your fill of violence? Of war? Have enough died to fulfil your corrupt bloodlust?!" One of the Silent Swords guarding him proceeded to hit the prisoner with the hilt of his sword. I gave him a look, then motioned for the Silent Swords to give me and the prisoner some privacy. The Silent Swords left the room.
"And who might you be?" I asked. The prisoner spoke, "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" He then stood up, his face became visible. It then became clear, the prisoner was not human. I suppose I must've given a look of disgust. The prisoner spoke again, "I am the shadow who none name. I am Sphree." As he said this, he threw off his hood and gray robes, revealing a suit of sleek armor, it appeared to be steel, yet it was as black as obsidian, with a slight purple tint.
"Startled? I hope so." He began to pace very slowly, and he continued speaking, "I suppose you must wonder. Why am I here? I too wonder that. Quite often in fact. I sometimes ponder why do I exist, without a creator? Its troubling really." He sighed, feigning sadness and depression. I spoke, "Sphree.. It is said that you do not show up simply to complain, but rather to try and persuade mortals into doing your bidding." He looked at me, and gave me a crooked smile. He then continued where he left off, "Its so depressing. Being without any guidance... You know, I had to find my purpose by myself. Why it was an interesting turn of events..."
"'You see, I first tried helping mortals. That didn't work out. I tried to destroy mortals, that didn't work out either. I tried to be tricky... That got me imprisoned. But I've not tried planning. I feel so inspired by the Monitor, a mortal who I somehow missed, who planned such a delicately intricate scheme that no one noticed. Brilliance at its finest.." Sphree continued, still pacing. Naviro interrupted, "Get to it, you Void devil." He said.
Sphree stopped mid-stride and frowned at Naviro, he continued speaking and pacing where he had left off, ignoring Naviro. "To think a mortal could bring down so many other mortals with a simple plan. Inspiring! It got me to thinking, what if I were to plan? Do you know what I could do? I could free mortals from divine influences. I could kill those who are notorious for corrupting mortals. Kill them all. Save mortals from corruption they do not understand." 
I spoke again, "So what do you plan to do, Sphree? Kill the Keepers?" Sphee laughed a hearty laugh and replied, "Haha.. No. No, I've much more important things to do than kill the Keepers. I'd much sooner kill the Serpent. No, you see... I've been contemplating you. A High Druid, rising up to the task. Leading his cult followers in defiance of the Monitor. A tale of the servant becoming the master, if you will. It bemuses me greatly. I have decided that you will make a fine nemesis. A fine nemesis for my... Personal creation. Haha."
I and Naviro exchanged confused looks. I said, "Er? What is this personal creation of yours, Sphree?" Sphree jumped and smiled, he smiled his crooked smile and spoke, "I'm happy you asked! Its a creation I've been trying to perfect for some time now. Just needed a good nemesis for it. You see, its a Void Lurker. A dumb one sadly. Its existence saddend me greatly for a long time... Until I decided to influence it, and turn it into a nightmarish horror. Now it skulks in the shadows. I've determined there's no finer name for it... Than Saar'Kal. Fitting, don't you think?"
Sphree continued pacing, starting to laugh hysterically. Thinking himself clever. Szija entered the room, and stared at Sphree. After a few seconds, Sphree quit laughing and noticed that Szija was staring, and he stared back. Szija spoke, "Void-Thing." Sphree replied, "Sar' Szija Nijal." They continued staring at the other. After a tense moment of staring, Sphree spoke, "You aren't like them." He said, motioning towards me and Naviro. Szija smiled and replied, "Does the Void-Thing know what makes a Skith a Sar'?" Sphree frowned and answered, "No." He feigned sadness whilst saying this.
Szija spoke, "Void-Thing, you see.. A Sar' knows how to identify the Void-Things. A Sar' knows this!" As he spoke, he retrieved a gemstone from a pocket and threw it at Sphree. Sphree vanished before the gemstone could hit, and the gemstone shattered on contact with the ground, releasing a small cloud of dust. A moment passed and Sphree didn't return. Szija smiled and looked over at me and Naviro and said, "Come now. Drav want to meet."
"I see--.. Err.. Szija, what was that?" I said. Szija gave a slight frown and answered, "Secret. Now come. Drav impatient." Naviro scratched his head and whispered to me, "I'm even more confused about the Skith now." Me and Naviro followed Szija outside to meet with the Dravii. Arcadius Dravicus stood there, with Iradorn the Envoy of the Order standing to his left, at some distance away.
Arcadius spoke as we exited the Dawn Spire into the courtyard, "High Druid Kalitaros. Glad to see you're alive!" Naviro saw Arcadius and gave him a rather seirous and annoyed look, and said, "Arcadius, you bastard. You intended for me to get caught!" Arcadius raised an eyebrow and replied, "Actually.. I didn't. I simply didn't expect the guards to change their patrol schedules so soon. Happy coincidence I suppose." Arcadius then looked at me, "Kalitaros, we need to speak. I've been ordered to negotiate a certain agreement of sorts, on behalf of the Dravii, and Skylyn. I am informed that other representatives will arrive shortly."
I was a little confused and said, "Alright.. Yes... Of course. I'm confused, but okay. Let us discuss an agreement."
==Septentrio Ascensus, Act II==
Within a few hours, representatives had gathered. Some seating was arranged in the main council chamber of the Dawn Spire. Along with a makeshift table. I sat at the head of the table, with Arcadius to my left, and Iradorn to his left. Sar' Szija Nijal was to my right, and Xathos Quxatpos was to his right. Ostavius Dravicus showed up, by means pleased at the gathering but he went along with it. The crowned Navor also showed up, uninvited. Leontis Laskaris was there, as well as a rather unexpected guest, a leader of the Easter Isles, Knyaz Arken'Bi. Arongyr also arrived, with reinforcements might I add. Arongyr was saddend that there would be no bloodshed, but he happily came and acted as a representative of Kal'Karaduum for this meeting.
As the last of them took seats, I motioned towards Arcadius for him to announce the agreement. Arcadius nodded and stood up, he spoke, "Greetings representatives from most reaches of the North, and East. It has been tricky organizing this, though the Monitor's downfall certainly made travel much easier. I am Arcadius Dravicus, acting representative of Skylyn, and the Dravii. I have been given the rights to negotiate an agreement. One which I hope every group represented here, can find agreeable." 
Xathos raised a finger, and spoke, "An agreement... What sort of agreement?" Arcadius looked at him and spoke, "One which will be known as the Second Dawnguard Convention." As he said this, Edgar Varstuvius entered the room and took a seat, as quiet and stealthily as he could. Everyone noticed. Arcadius feigned ignorance and continued, "This agreement, the Second Dawnguard Convention, the goal is to ensure that this Monitor mess never happens again. Let us face it, it has interrupted all of our business dealings. In order to prevent it, we must all be able to count on the others to unite as one force... One Northern Alliance."
"There are side goals to this agreement as well. Leading members of the Monitor's scheme will be punished accordingly and preferably kept alive as their information could be valuable. Dawnguard is to be the neutral ground between us all, henceforth. The defense of Dawnguard against foreign entities will be a task all parties involved here will participate in. This meeting as we have here, will become a commonplace thing, once a year. There will be a permenant end to the infighting between our factions, because we are all adults according to our own customs. We are plenty capable of discussing our differences, rather than childishly wasting life over them." Arcadius continued.
Arcadius looked around briefly, before proceeding, "Another side goal is to establish cooperation between factions. As well as giving preference to the factions presently represented, over all other entities. We all have some things the other factions present here would love to have. There is no reason we can not enter into an agreement of mutual cooperation." Arcadius briefly paused and continued, "There is also one other thing, though sadly not applicable to Skylyn or the Dravii, or Knyaz Arken'Bi. This thing is that I, on behalf of the Dravii, would like to suggest that the factions represented here become the new Senate of Krolesk. Excluding of course, Skylyn, the Dravii, and the Easter Isles."
Ostavius rose up and spoke, "The Dravii would have Krolesk's current Senate be disbanded in favor of... Of this?!" Arcadius nodded and spoke, "Its merely a suggestion. Consider it between yourselves... After we have come to an agreement on the Second Dawnguard Convention." Ostavius sat back down. Arongyr arose and spoke, "This thus far seems agreeable. If all these things you've mentioned are all there is to the agreement, Kal'Karaduum with accept." After speaking, Arongyr sat back down. Iradorn nodded and spoke, "The Order will likewise accept, should this prove to be all there is." Sar' Szija Nijal spoke up, "Skiths don't do kings. We accept, just no kings." Xathos spoke, "The Arden will accept." The crowned Navor seemed uneasy and spoke, "If all others accept, then what choice do the Navirian Isles have? We'll accept if all others do." Xathos looked to the crowned Navor and spoke, "The Navirian Isles are not an entity. You are simply village idiots that Ardenvol has graciously allowed to live." 
Arcadius looked to Xathos and spoke, "Enough. We may disagree about the legitimacy of the Navirian Islands, but they are still a faction being represented. We can determine their status as legitimate or illegitimate after the agreement has been established." Knyaz Arken'Bi spoke, in a very distinct Easter Isle accent, "As Knyaz I can not agree on behalf of all the Isles. But of the Isles I represent, we will agree to this." Arcadius then looked to Ostavius and said, "What of Krolesk?" Ostavius looked around and spoke, "I would have you all imprisoned if I felt it would settle the absurd infighting that occurs here, in Krolesk. But I don't think imrpisonment would solve the underlying issues. This however, absurd as it is, could be just what's needed to finally put to bed the petty disputes and unify Krolesk like it should have remained unified since the days of Jarul. If it means an end to the absurd and petty infighting, once and for all, I will permit this agreement to happen. However if infighting persists after this and affects Krolesk as a whole, or even Scythia, know that I will stop at nothing to have you all imprisoned and tried for treason."
Edgar Varstuvius raised a hand and spoke, "If I may.. As the Representative of Dawnguard, I voice my full support for this agreement on behalf of Dawnguard." Ostavius gave Varstuvius a certain look, which almost questioned whether or not he was serious. Xathos noticed this look and spoke, "Oh, I forgot to mention. Ardenvol acknowledges Edgar Varstuvius as the rightful ruler of Dawnguard, and descendant of Jarul." As Xathos said this, there were numerous looks of confusion and skepticism around the table.
Arcadius spoke, "Descendant of Jarul... The Dravii would like to look over the official records before we acknowledge such a claim. In the mean time, it does not concern us who rules over Dawnguard. We will stand neutral on this." Knyaz Arken'Bi nodded and said, "It does not concern the East when it comes to who leads the Dawnguard." Ostavius spoke, "Scythia will need to review the official records as well before we acknowledge such a claim. As to leadership of Dawnguard... There is a city council. Pay your taxes as is lawfully right and we'll allow this absurdity to persist without intervention." Arongyr spoke, "We do not need records to prove what is obvious! Kal'Karaduum has no objection to this." Szija scratched his head and said, "Szija knew all along. Skiths don't do kings though. No kings for Skiths and we support it."
I stood up at last and spoke, "If he is Jarul blooded, the Tarskovian Orthodoxy will act accordingly. Now then in terms of the Second Dawnguard Convention... The Tarskovian Orthodoxy will accept the terms presented here. It is past time the factions here learned to exist in relative peace. It is time to put an end to the needless bloodshed, and save our swords for the times when Krolesk is truly threatened. If there is no more to discuss regarding the Second Dawnguard Convention, I shall be off." 
Arcadius looked around the table and spoke, "If all are in agreement, than a draft shall at once be sent to each of you. If there are any objections, speak up now." He paused a moment, and there were no objections. He continued, "We will meet here in three weeks time. So that each of us has time to inform those we represent of what has transpired, and so that we may try and get our own homes restored to proper order. When we meet again, we will formalize this agreement."
With that, the meeting was dismissed. Every went their own ways. Szija walked beside me as we went to meet up with Naviro and the Crimson Druids. During our trek Szija spoke, "Varstuvius.. Jarul blood.. He's not got any. But Szija thinks they'll find proof in the papers anyways." I smiled and replied, "Yup... But if it makes everyone happy, why oppose the idea?" Szija thought a moment and said, "Its a lie. The one who has the Jarul blood should oust the false one. You should denounce Varstuvius before his claim of being Jarul blooded gains strength." Although Szija was right, I had another plan in mind. I spoke, "Szija, you are right. Though I have another plan in mind. One which is more delicate and demanding of patience. But it will oust the him as being a fake."
==Epilogue==
No point of view concerns the following. This is, as the title says, Epilogue.
The Second Dawnguard Convention was signed, three weeks later. In an attempt to bribe the High Druid, both the Dravii and Ardenvol made large donations to the Tarskovian Orthodoxy for a holy site to be created. Kalitaros reluctantly went along with the idea, and allowed a holy site to be made. Edgar Varstuvius was named the Archduke of Dawnguard. The Moon-and-Star Stronghold was eventually relinquished by Ardenvol, and became a military fort for the Northern Empire of Scythia.
Most Monitor Agents received public executions. Those of any rank or importance were given life imprisonment, and they were imprisoned in numerous jails across the north, in the most secure cells avalible.
The first act of Archduke Edgar Varstuvius was to annex many surrounding villages of Dawnguard. What followed was an unprecedented growth in the power and influence which Dawnguard had. He even ensured the Dawnguard City Guard became a paramilitary force. Ostavius did not approve, but he kept his word; So long as the infighting ceased, and Krolesk or Scythia were neither negatively affected, he would not intervene.
Kal'Karaduum became more friendly with Dawnguard.
High Druid Kalitaros did not announce the Karazzak ended. He dismissed most civilian and untrained Silent Swords, but kept the trained ones as his personal military. The power of the Tarskovian Orthodoxy grew considerably due to the events which occurred in the Storm of the North. It is unknown whatever happened to Sphree.
Leontis Laskaris returned to Darikkos and remained Phylarch. Nikephoros of the Red Isle managed to quell the forming schism. It turns out the schism was being funded by Ardenvol.
James Navor II remained the crowned ruler of the Navirian Isles. His rag-tag force of fighters was disbanded immediately after the Second Danguard Convention was first being discussed. Three weeks before the agreement was formalized.
Some of the high ranking Monitor agents gave up their underlings in exchange for a few commodities, such as wine. It is believed that the Monitor's network in the North has been entirely uprooted, but more strict protocals have been enacted in many factions to ensure that such a network will never again exist within the North.
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