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Malik looked between the two for a moment, before settling in his chair.

"I'm going to need a little more information...anything you can give me on this traveler, and what these golems look like. and the nature of the 'less then hospitable' actions on this travelers part. I'm not about to just let you sink Lucana into the oceans...So I'll offer what help I can provided I can at all. I'll call Wist in for us, he's the expert in conjurations."

a light brushing of fingers over malvolence for that command and for now listening to what they were going to have to say.

"IHe is also skilled in apperance mimicry and tried to kill Valeessen. We don't know where he came from. Only his magic signature and in the end I dealed with him. Piece of knowledge for him to disappear and undo all he did. However that was foolish of me and now I have this problem. I thought that I could easily solve this problem but after a few episodes of bleeding and such, it's proving more difficult. This thing is stripping the mines clean, and killing elves, and I can't let it leave Lucana. If I can't wipe it out itself...I'll wipe it out along with the rest of the continent."

The tone of his voice said that he wasn't playing about that either. He would do it if he had to and deal with the consequences when they came. "I've seen many things, but I'm not worldly traveled on all magical practices. I bring what was once the secrets of my own former plane." Shaking his head lightly however. "Not only that...but we'll have to discuss at length your ties to Andal when this has passed."

He plopped down at the table, giving an annoyed look when he noticed the others that were there before he brushed a little smoldering gravel from his shoulder and Nym crawled out of his tunic and to the table to scrap forage. "Nothing to fortify, only investigate. The plates are slipping."

"We came to the conclusion that he must have followed a signature trail from one of the trips you and your group have made. There have been an increasing number of them over the years and if anyone was watching in specific...well, it wouldn't have taken them long to latch on. That doesn't mean we're blaming you, but the traffic could have triggered something. Either that or he just got lucky. He knew there was some kind of governing body on the plane and he wanted the ins and outs of that. Then he found out that Ty had a specific type of magic and that caught his attention. And to him knowledge is power. That's what he kept saying. Knowledge is power."

Shaking her head. "If these golems can't be beaten, they might be designed to overtake the plane and do his dirty work without him ever lifting a finger. We can't let that happen and our own fortifications won't hold them forever. We need a solution and we need one now. If you can't give it to us, then we've wasted our time coming here and we must respectfully depart ten minutes ago."

"Investigate what?" Scooping Nym off the table and picking debris out of his fur. "Plates do that. Did something disturb them or was it natural shifting and processes. Information, man. Don't be closed mouthed about things like this. I swear I'll smack you with my spoon."

Malik got himself up and walked over to one of the shelves with some older books, and plucked one down, flipping through it a moment and placing it on the desk.

"Mind boggling pain...pain that sears the mind and the body. looks like a fever at first. they twitch, they spasm, they scream and distort themselves, right? and when you try to remove it, it looks like hundred of thin spidersilk strands all criss-crossed acorss the body, like they are in the process of being cocooned by them, am I right?"

looking over to wist a moment.

"Summon a golem of Takish'Hiz, Wist. see if that's what they are dealing with. and if it is, we know whom, don't we."


Wist gave what would pass for a solemn look to Malik, and glanced at the other two elves. He didn't want Malik to be right. or at least not in the persona he was hinting.

but he did what he was told, and up came the granite hulking golem, practically identical to the form after they had canabalised eachother.

"This the golem type?"

All he made back in response were a few noises under his breath before he gave a look to those at the table. Why did they have to have company? Sure he didn't live here but he had to come here everyday. "I think I will." Thusly getting himself up and heading to where their room here was.

"Yes, you're right and yes that is." He wanted to think that Malik and his companion knew so much just because they were well traveled however he had a feeling in the back of his head that that wasn't the case. Names and all. Sure he had to come begging and knew he'd probably never live it down but if Malik did know so much, perhaps it was for the better.

“I don't have time for you to be ready to deal with them. We can take care of our own problems if we know how.” Tyyrael was overly defensive about this but he couldn’t help it too much. He was seeing past mistakes being made and he knew how they turned out if not dealt with. He’d die from overloading each and every one of these things if he had to.

“You don’t have to worry about my Gates. No one will be using them anymore for they will cease to exist.” He had put some very serious thought into this all and had made his decision. It was much easier to limit and restrict or wipe a plane’s location off the map so to speak this way. He’d deal with access of certain people later. His plane was more important in survival than meager pleasantries.

"And in thirty minutes I could have havoc on my hands as well." But Tyyrael merely frowned bordering a glare at the other elf whom was trying to talk him out of things he had already made his mind up on. "It can draw all the attention it wants. Andal used to have no connections. It did fine and no one bothered us. We didn't have to worry about these kinds of things. I thought it would be okay to let the younge elves wander and leave as they pleased. Requests as such turned into greater and greater manners until I gave all a way to come and go if they knew where to look. But as the years have gone by, it has started to bring nothing but chaos and I will not have it."

His jaw tightened for a moment before he continued. "I will not see Andal go to ruin like my own home did. I am a hair's width away from a plane war on my hands if the results do not go well of this. I can keep everything out. It is what happens within that should be my only concern." Shaking his head. "No one knows. I don't broadcast the problems across plane if I can solve them."

Tilting his head at Malik. "Would you like to go tell Kieran that he has no home to go to? That his mother is dead? His best friend? Gods forbid Lharika if she's in the wrong place at the wrong time? Because that is how this will go if I have to make it go. I would do it without a second thought it I had to. You make me wait thirty minutes...you have one chance to help. One chance, or you can console Kieran yourself."