Meeting of the Minds

Raenx looked out on the crowds and growled a low guttural growl, that frightened them all off. 300 because it wouldn't be expected... a Small Task Force not for a large scale war, but to diminish numbers and set off a scare.. and I'd be leading the invasion.. so this is not punishment for you my friend..

Morrigan lowered her voice. "Like hell Raenx!" said Morrigan "Your needed here with your people, you die and no more empire! Your the last of the devine bloodline and I've seen you turn down every proposal you get. You have no children no heirs!" Morrigan brought her voice back to Normal. "If you go down we could lose all connection to him and we will lose the trail of our race's true name forever. I'm pretty sure people are tring of being called destroyers. He told the elders if we discovered our race's true name we will have eternal happiness and nothing bad would ever happen again. Your our last hope for a life with out war!"

"Raenx..." said Morrigan sadly. "Let me go instead if I'm truely blessed by him let me go." Morrigan paused. She realized her friend had her mind set and she knew she had no chance of changing it. "I know your not going to change your mind Raenx." said Morrigan. "I just can't shake the feeling that if you do this you won't come back. I know I'm blessed by hmm but I'm not divine blood, if you dye no one can rule." She turned around getting to leave it was starting to get dark. "We will talk more at the meeting. If you need me you know were to find me." She walked out the door and out of the imperial castles land. Her home wasn't far from the castle maybe a mile or two away.

(ooc: wanna finish post up?)

Raenx made her way back to the throne room and sat down on her chair, staring upwards at the sky lights. She was confused and she felt tortured, but her mind was set. She knew what must be done and how it was going to be done. When the meeting was done, she was going to send a spy to Feirein, one that she knew would not come back with trivial information. This spy was going to do it right... but who? She sat on her chair pondering this for hours before hunger and finally gotten the best of her. But even on her way to the kitched the question nagged at her. It wasn't until she had passed the family portrait that she knew who she must send to do the job.

(Done)