The Cast and Crew, it starts...

Yaloric smiled as Daerwyn mentioned him as the official necromantic being for the council. It was at that moment his lunatic side returned. He let out a hysterical laugh as he started to walk away from the room. He stopped and turned to face whoever was still left talking about the issue. His eyes glowed deep crimson red as something seemed to surface within him.

"Then again, perhaps I shall side with Daerwyn. We have larger plans to attend to than to add another to our ranks, hehehehe. If the best we can now is argue then I believe this is an issue that should be left alone. We have worked together for many years, I ams tarting to think now that shouldn't change when so much hangs in the balance."

Yaloric moved his hand so his palm faced the ground and demonic runes appeared in a rign around him. Yaloric started to phase through the floor, which had become a portal colored jet black.

"The demon inside me is getting restless, I will be in the practice area should anyone require me. Hahahahaha!"

Dae'qur rifted in, laughing. "Well, Director, no worries about the former angel anymore. The fool actually thought you were his father through some malfunction of the mind. Now then... we've made our plans for the Society's destruction. What should we do to ensure the war will keep the nations from rallying together against us?"

The armored warlord sat down at the table, giving the Director his full attention. The wheels of Fate were turning, and he was prepared.

The Director watched as Galothrix rose and laid waste to Crew 19. As the brief battle came to a close, he rose and spread his arms.
"Crew! Meeting, Now!" His voice echoed and reverberated, carrying across Atheris and beyond.
He turned back to the living map and set it to find the wayward necromancer as the remaining council members arrived and contacted.

A soft scream could be heard as Dae'qur rifted in. He had been tending to the events involving the League of Fire and the Blacken Stars' mutual annihilation, as well as his recent "aquisition." But if The Director was summoning all of them, it could wait. Something big was happening.

"I am here, Director. Why have you called?"

There was a burst of elemental energy as Narath rifted into the room to answer the Director's summons. He had been conducting further experiments into half-golem creation, using his observations from the experimentation with Quar'al.

"You have summoned us?"

Glancing at the map and noticing what it was focused on, Narath added:

"So he has survived, then?"

Sounds of battle could be heard in the distance, and a splash was heard, as Caolin rifted in, yet again bringing blood. "No offense but this better be good, I just made landfall, and I'm missing the best part"

Daerwyn's whispering, echoing voice fell across the chamber again, starting quietly, getting louder and louder before falling away once more.

"Yes...yes, what is it, My Director? I must confess, I have not changed my stance on further admissions to the Council, although I suppose this is the purpose of this meeting. Nor do I plan to change that stance."

The Director turned to the map and indicated Galothrix.

"Indeed, it seems another has met the rather considerable requirements for our company. Some of you may recall that there was some debate as to weather we should admit an eight, and if this infamous character should be the one. I'd like to open that floor for debate once again."

He turned back to his crew. "At any rate, a particular prop of importance-" he held his hands over his face in a mock mask "-has come to his person, and I would ask that you bear it in mind, as that particular subplot holds connections to the main overture that must be addressed."

The Director held his hands out. "Your opinions?"

"Hmm... I can honestly say I was both impressed and disapointed with the outcome. Poor Vance... so desperate for his father (who doubtless would despise him), that he turns to the most famous betrayer in history.

"But I digress. I doubted Gallothrix before, but watching his performance has certainly improved my opinion of him. Manipulation, destruction, ruthlessness... it seems that we have found a kindred spirit. With his posession of the Mask, I would say his protection of it is all but assured. he values his survival.

"I would gladly consider Gallothrix a member of the Council."

Dae'qur smirked, pouring himself a bottle of red wine. The show was certainly spectacular, and he all but knew that Vance was soon to turn to him for protection... as if he expected his duplicitous, backstabbing behavior to be rewarded.

Vance, Vance, Vance... oh what a mess you've made of things...

Caolin's face retained a very rare look, of thought and sainity. "Well given the correct situation..." Caolin remained silent for a bit before continueing "As a general, he would be a very good addition to the council, although he is crazy and will want to do things his own way... however as a council member, I don't see how we have a choice" Caolin began to manipulate a small portion of the map. "You see he's smart enough to figure the mask, out and when he does he'll find us... now he'll probably figure out that he's no match for us"

The map suddenly showed a much older Fuzzy Dragon Tavern, as it zoomed in, the Spoke Heroes were lined up, many were what appeared to be crossed out. "There are a few people out there who have the ability to stand against us, and they would be willing to put their hatred aside, to save the world" the map changed again to the Plague heroes. "These "heroes" are powerfull but are too caught up in affairs to stand against us, however they could be a thorn in our side, and Garok could bring them against us"

The map now showed the present day tavern, with crew 19 lined up. However they stood apart from each other in clusters, only a few trying to bring them together. "We already know that Gallothrix has no ties to these magots, and quite frankly out of the three groups... this group, as a general and council member, would be the better to fight."