GREATER DALARANI DIPLOMATIC PARTY
After the Dwarves listed off their planned contributions to the war, a silence briefly overtook the room. One of the wizards pulled out a watch lazily before whispering to Antonidas. The old Magus groaned and shifted himself in his seat as the room very slowly started to fill with more and more smoke from the Dalarani delegation's pipeweed.
Antonidas began to rummage in his robes, one of the Council of Six in the meantime popping off to offer the Dwarven emissary some smoking too having heard on one of his many great lunchbreaks that the short folk were quite fond of smoking too. "'ere, its lovely stuff. Grimm's finest, if the merchant's to be believed." The fellow intoned, walking across the room not particularly caring for any decorum at the moment. As the errant Councillor returned to his seat, Antonidas at least procured what he was going to show to the rest of the envoys.
"Well, we too of course shall give what we can to beat back the scourge. Manpower's a bit lacking what with our other pressing concerns, but we shan't forget our commitment to the alliance." After the sentence, the old man glared briefly but meaningfully at the seat where Gilneans would take their seat when they arrived. "We have something far more valuable than a few swords to offer. Something that has been severely lacking in the war effort thus far. Intelligence!" he said, at last presenting a great big crystal ball, and setting the thing down on the table. As the wizards behind him began and failed to suppress guffaws at the perceived insult to the rest of the assembled representatives the Archmagus swiftly corrected himself. "Military intelligence. You see with such a contraption depending on particular example can see the movements and actions of the enemy as far as hundreds of kilometres away. It can find movements of the scourge's forces far faster and more accurately than any scout or watchtower. Nooks and crannies along roads can be preemptively checked for lurking gargoyles and banshees to prevent ambush. Strength of enemy forces in strongholds can be determined, so on and so forth. These aren't exactly easy to make but we'll be sending specialists bearing these beauties to the assembled armies to ensure we can provide a magical eye wheresoever it might be needed.
To demonstrate Antonidas pushed the ball to roll in the middle of the table, the magical sphere correcting its own path as it moved and stopping the moment it was in the centre. He reached out with his staff and struck it on the ball a few times. Eventually an image was produced. Where exactly this was it was hard to tell, but it showed perhaps thousands of ghouls, zombies, and necromancers tending to their fleshy army. With a few circles in the air over the ball, the image moved faster than the eye could keep track of to a location quite far away from the blighted assembly. There stood a skeleton archer, hiding amidst bushes on a road. Now a wave, and it moved again to a picket fence with alliance soldiers shouldering rifles aimed at approaching undead. Antonidas was about to speak, but now Modera whispered into his ear. He sighed, and moved aside slightly to allow the woman to wave her own stave over the ball. In the image, balls of ice fell from the suddenly turbulent clouds to hundreds of undead. Clearing his throat, Antonidas again took the spotlight of the Dalarani delegation. "Well, its an approximation of the great effort we will put in to help our united struggle against the evil the plagues the Eastern Kingdoms.