Miri was getting quite angry for her liege, but a stern glance from Lady Sivallien showed that she was aware, but demanded her silence.
βI think itβs high time our guests learn why we have brought them here,β Baydeona said, caging her fingers. βI concur,β said Deskelon. He continued, β17 days ago, in Oniridge, there was a fluctuation in the power of that regionβs Wardshell. I suspect most of you have heard the rumors by now. What you might not to have heard was that was not the only power fluctuation. They have been continuing there, growing in frequency, and perhaps spreading to the Wardshell in Shroudspire. We cannot let this continue. We have been investigating their cause through magical means, but, unless we can assure the stability of the Wardshells, our lands will be vulnerable.β
The Dark Elf Nyana stepped forward. βAs you know, the Wardshells prevent violence in our own realms, but they also protect us from those outside. The other nations envy the prosperity born of the peace provided by the Wardshells. We suspect that the fluctuation is not merely a natural occurrence. We suspectββ
Deskelon interrupted, βThatβs enough of that, we donβt want people in a panic, Nyana. We have summoned you because we have need. While only the council is capable of conjuring such powerful magic as a Wardshell, there are those who could interfere with the enchantment. What we need, is a powerful energy focus, in a suitable form, to link to the enchantment. In short, a relic.β
(This story has a lot of exposition and character development. I promise it will get to action that looks like my usual renders, down the line, but there are a lot of characters to meet first.)