[url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/ebonfort/images/e/ec/Peridiath.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20151226045749]Peridiath[/url] stood before several other dragons, one from each breath, as well as the three dwarven guildmasters. The Wyrmoot looked down at her from their shadowed seats, faces obscured for this was not an open meeting. This was something that needed handled subtly, secretly. [color=ed1c24][i][b]"And you are absolutely sure of this information Sky Talon Peridiath? There can be no doubt."[/b][/i][/color] 

The blonde woman smiled a bit seductively, [color=39b54a][i][b]"Of course I am sure. We've confirmed this multiple times. My contact in the Screamers also supports the information, without knowing of our findings. There are people, mostly humans, hunting our scouts, but only when in Visadon. They never hunt fleshlings. They are hunting others too, races they seem to deem bestial, impure. We don't know exactly who they are, or whom they represent. But they've attacked the Screamers just as often for the same reason. The most we've learned is that these attacks have only begun last season. We also believe they have come from the west. We also have learned the word 'Justicar'"[/b][/i][/color]

Another voice called out, [color=6ecff6][i][b]"This cannot go unpunished, but we will need more information. What do we know of out west, from times past?"[/b][/i][/color]

Peridiath answered, [color=39b54a][i][b]"Not as much as I'd hope. Ancient villages and one large city, Vircastoria. A few collectors have sent expeditions there for artifacts, but none have been sent in many years. Perhaps it is time for a new one?"[/b][/i][/color]

They all understood the true meaning of her words. A female voice rang out this time, [color=fff200][i][b]"Then make it so. We'll see to it you have the resources necessary."[/b][/i][/color]

The woman nodded and left the chamber. 

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The same woman sat off to the side of Drache, [i][b][color=39b54a]"And what road might that be Drachiathoryx? Certainly not one that leads to culture,"[/color][/b][/i] nodding toward the distant play in progress. The half-breed wouldn't recognize the Sky Talon, nor did she wear her rank in her fleshling form. [color=39b54a][i][b]"If you want a road more suited to your liking, however, I'm being tasked with finding an individual or two to go artifact collecting, for a patron of mine. He's mostly interested in the ruins of some city to the northwest, Vircastoria, and his horde is quite... well, bottomless might be the appropriate word."[/b][/i][/color]

She smiled now, flirtatiously, [color=39b54a][i][b]"So, interested? You can go yourself or find a companion if you'd like. Won't change how much my patron will pay you. I'll give you time to consider it. You can find me at the baths." [/b][/i][/color]

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Peridiath sat in her own private steam room at the very back of the massive baths. She was surrounded by many other men and women, all dragons, all in their fleshling forms, nude, enjoying the steam. She'd put out a few feelers, and was wondering who would bite. She hadn't told the candidates this, but it was first come, first serve. Stretches past and many of her companions were engaged in more carnal activities, but not her. She sat there, right in the center of it all, watching, waiting, plotting. The first person that arrived would be greeted by her seductive smile, [color=39b54a][i][b]"Well, I wasn't expecting you to come."[/b][/i][/color] Her body language relaxed, became more inviting, [color=39b54a][i][b]"But I'm glad you did, come, sit with me..."[/b][/i][/color]

She lightly patted the empty spot next to her, and when it was filled, her hands began feeling up the legs of the respondent. Her breath was hot and loud in their ear, [color=39b54a][i][b]"So, did you come for the job? Or for me?"[/b][/i][/color]