Ascending the Tower, TAG: Lokken

[Mograine]

Mograine enters the tower with a smirk on his face and sword on his back. He walks past the acolytes and apprentices. People step out of paladin's way as he makes his way up the stairs of the tower with suprising speed considering his armor. Two priests wearing tabards matching his own follow him on his left and right, the trio working their way to Lokken's study, presumably near the top of the tower.

[Lokken]

Lokken was in one of the more private studies, sections of the library reserved for the elite class. He was at the top, so who owuld object. When he was in a library, he was always staring into a book, not reading. There was quite a differance.

[Mograine]

The doors burst inwards on their hinges and Mograine walks in, still wearing an arrogant smirk as his priests pull the doors closed then erect a barried around it and themselves.

Mograine bows to Lokken then straightens himself. "I am Mograine, also known as the Ashbringer. I am here to welcome you to my fine city of New Elam, and would like to invite you to a church attendance this coming Friday." His voice is one of amusement, but with a serious undertone to it.

[Lokken]

Well this was, getting old really. First, the Assassin's Guild, whichever one, put a bounty on his head, and now people were claiming that his city was theirs? He was tiring of these men pestering him over his position. Still, Lokken concluded that it just came with the job.

He looked up from his table and to the holy knight. If anyone could see his face, it would be one of amusement, just like the human's. A mortal could still feel what kind of face the Horror was making, they just had to pay attention. "Your city?" He answered calmly. "I do not recall the last time this was your city, Mister Mograine. But hold that thought... What attendance, and what religion?" He was sure to make note of the two priests that accompanied the paladin.

[Mograine]

"I am the Highlord of the Scarlet Crusade, we are practitioners of the Light. Also, I never said the city was MINE, I simply welcome you to my city. You may the ruler, but I own the city just as much as you do. After all, if I truly wanted to I could easily sway the masses into a zealous fury that would overthrow your unholy presence in this land. The only reason I do not is because I feel your control is a nessecity to the well being of us all, for it brings a sort of balance. Demons in a city with the grandest chapel known across these many lands, and Angels in a city known as the bottom of the pit in the ways of scum and villany. I prefer Demons myself, as they are far more trustworthy in the end." Mograine nods solemny, keeps his eyes where Lokken's would be.

[Lokken]

Now Lokken was being amused and suprised. He liked this guy. He sounded like a thinker, and he was also clearly a fighter. A dangerous combination. "This is good. At first, I had the impression you wanted to overthrow me. Now that we have that misunderstanding made clear, what do you want of me?"

[Mograine]

"Recognition within the Chapel of New Emal and as a guild within New Emal itself."

[Lokken]

"I will need details of course... so let us start with recognition."

[Mograine]

"We are the Scarlet Crusade, a holy order of priests, mages, paladins, and warriors dedicated to the Light and its teachings. Our main purpose is to guide citizenry that observe us and follow Light down a path of self recognition and peace, englightening those who would listen and pormoting general welfare, with all races. We do not seek the purge demons, but instead keep our eyes open for true corruption, those who would plant seeds of death and chaos within the lands. As a recognized order within New Elam, we'd use the city to train and live and teach," He pauses to let his words sink in before continuing, "I stated our second purpose, the hunt for corruption. Not all demons and horrors are corrupt and would shatter the world or consume it in an age of darkness, but there are those who would. Rather then hunting down all demons and horrors and such, we wait to see those who would act then work to stop them. This may seem less effective, but our methods are very precise and this way we save more lives over all, even if lives are lost by the brief delay."

Mograine waits a few minutes again, regathering his thoughts and letting Lokken wrap his mind around what was just explained, "So in a sense we'd be a small force within the city that would act across the lands and even in the other great cities to work against true evil and corruption."

[Lokken]

This wasn't a bad club this human was running, he thought. And he wished to establish himself within Elam? The only thing he would worry about would have been goals, but even they sounded very good. A bit similar to what Lokken represented. This made him feel comfortable. And of course, there would be the reality of how the Scarlet Crusade would help New Elam, economically. More job employment, services and security, and a new tax to charge the guild upon settling down in Elam.

"This guild you are proposing, this crusade, seems very, very acceptable to me." He answered after having a moment of thought. "Anything else you wish to tell me about it?"

[Mograine]

"We work for the greater good, not ourselves or anyone. We'll not be used and are not mercenaries," His was more serious and no longer smiling, "Attempts to manipulate us, from any faction within the city, will lead to you finding bodies in the morning."

[Lokken]

"If any faction gets in your way, that will be their problem, not mine. I have no need for simple mercenaries anyways, but you aren't simple mercenaries, and I will need you, eventually. There's always an unseen threat ready to tear the world asunder. One threat per age on average..."

Lokken leaned closer. Mograine could almost feel Lokken's breath, if that was what it was. Unlike most Horrors, it didn't feel like pure malice breathing down on the human. "...You need not say more. You are true to your intentions. The Scarlet Crusade shall exist as it's own guild in this city." He went back to his seat, turning to a desk. "Of course, this involves paperwork."

[Mograine]

Mograine seems unphased by Lokken's closeness, maintaining eye contact. "I'll deal with them myself. As for paperwork, that is fine."

[Lokken]

"Do you wish to go over it, or do you have an agent?"

[Mograine]

"The priests with me are more then capable. i leave them to your command for now." Mograine bows and leaves, the barrier dropping as he passes through the door.