A meeting of some kind

[Gumboots]

*Kriska looks to him.*

"I will try and convince my collegues that we should try and work together for the time being. For it has been far to long. Lets just say a truse until a meeting has been arainged to sort out what is going to happen in the long term? Hay if you want to know what is going to happen unless this gets stopped then keep your secrets. We are all in this together as we have no real choice. My glade is pritty much all of this land and so I would like to work better with the people who have well lets think, chased, burned and distroyed parts of me. I am showing some trust so why do you not show some yourself? Or are you as paranoide as the others?"

[bedevere]

Paranoid? Hardly. I have good reason to be suspicious of the motives and intentions of the so called 'Heroes'. Despite your grand messages of peace, goodwill, and higher purpose, you all too often use bloodshed to respond to anything you disagree with, and seem to end up far richer than most honest hardworking individuals, more often than not by stealing all the possessions of those who lie dead at your feet.

The few that don't sink to such levels are few and far between, and their noble intent will always be overwhelmed by the more sinister motives of the majority.

[Gumboots]

*Kriska looks hurt by his words.*

"The same can be though of you, but what do you call me then? All I want is to be able to live where I wish to without having to look over my shoulder every five minutes. I hate blood shed, even you know that. The few times that I have caused some problem is when I am not really myself. The last time I was out with them, I came accross some of your men but I tried to use none leathal and heal them up if the others have not done too much damage to them. I try my best to help the people that live on the land. Do you not see that. I suppose not."

[bedevere]

You try your best? Probably true. However, you are still regularly around people who will kill my men with great enthusiam, on the slightest pretext, and remarkably frequently. While you are not guilty of any direct crimes, you are certainly a known associate of a large group of what amounts to mass murderers.

Also, please do not accuse me of bloodshed. I have never slain another being when another course of action presented itself. I do not recall that you have seen me on one of these rare occasions, but your unfounded accusations are noted.

As always, the heroes accuse me of things that are not true. Everything you and your associates have accused me of, that you use as a reason to overthrow me, I have responded to time and time again. If you do not find something new to discuss, I see no reason to continue wasting my time, since I have answered all these accusations before, seemingly without anyone listening, or caring.

[Gumboots]

*Kriska contemplates.*

"Who are you? I have ways of protecting your men if they get attacked but I will not be able to protect them all. Especially since the last time they knocked me unconsious."

[bedevere]

You would seek to 'protect' my men? Try persuading your associates to avoid bloodshed. Though if you can do that, then I believe your talents would lie better in the service of Lenanuki, as a miracle worker.

As for who I am? you know enough of who I am. I am the Haran of the four tribes. My life is devoted to the service of all who claim membership of the tribes of Larkant, Everni, Jehovren, and Telerfret, as long as they desire my service to be given. You have devoted yourself to your god, and I have done so with humanity. You would not see the innocent killed or hurt. I would see NOBODY killed or hurt without need.

*The image of the Haran loooks mildly annoyed*

The heroes have opposed me for so long, and yet you are the first to seek to understand me even a little. Hardly any wonder that so many have been slain by your friends.

[Gumboots]

*Kriska sighs.*

"No, who were you before you became the Haran? I wish to kill no one if I can help it. Erathil yes, he needed dealing with but he was controlling something that not for anyone to control. If I can get it so that we do not kill them? What then would that prove my point?"

[bedevere]

*The Haran chuckles*

You have heard my name before. More than once, possibly. Who I was is of no consequence. I have devoted my life to the tribes, and so I use the title they have granted me, as long as I am permitted it's use.

If you wish to prove to me that you are capable of stopping the heroes killing without need? All you need do is to get the heroes to stop killing without need. Once I see evidence of that, I will believe that you are worth dealing with. Until then, I see no way the tribes would benefit from my giving you sensitive information.

[Gumboots]

*Kriska nods.*

"Fair enough, you know where to find me. Good luck with what is going on, I hope it does not hurt to much. Oh and by the way, there are druids in the lands who have turned dark. Trying to stop people from doing things inside their glades. Not sure what is going on but I will keep an eye out. Have a good day."

[bedevere]

*The Haran nods, and the glow fades to a small point, which winks out. From the point in space, a small, seemingly normal pebble falls to the ground*

[Gumboots]

*Kriska sighs as she reaches down to the pebble. Gently she picks it up and examins it.*

(((OOC SP, DS on the pebble)))

[bedevere]

((OOC. No magics or soul detected. It seems.... It's a pebble)

[Gumboots]

*Kriska sighs and pockets it. She turns to Aratain.*

"I just hope that I can do it. Can you help? Aratain... Aratain...?"

[quillkeeper]

*Aratain wakes with a start.*

"Huh? Wha?"

[Gumboots]

*Kriska sighs.*

"Oh well, did you sleep through all of that? Just to let you know, you are not under any circumstances to kill any humans. Even if they attack you first you are to disable them is that clear. Otherwise we will not be able to do anything with the Haran. If the next time I see him he still considers us untrustworthy then I shall rethink but one thing he did say was a lie. That I am certian of."