03-18-2019, 09:50 PM
With the current fight at an end, Lennox approached the old fossil. Wratt. "Let me make things crystal clear. I am Lennox Hyperion, son of Maddox Hyperion, first cousin of Baron Shadrach Hyperion of Arretium, wielder of Dyrnwyn. I may have noble blood, but I am lord to no man. That man you saw before is Wolfram Caron, uncle and magic teacher of Shadrach Hyperion, former historian of the Hyperion family, practitioner of 'elder' magic. Since the fall of Etruria and the Tower of the Saint, he has made it his life's goal to see the ashes of the Lycian Church at his feet." Lennox explained, pausing to look at Raye. "I've been trying to minimize his impact so he doesn't fuck things up for my cousin or escalate the severity of their actions. It's what led me to Raye. The cult that held her were dark mages. I went to slay them to keep him from enlisting him." He turned back to the rest of the group. "I don't know much about this Nergal, outside of him being around over a century ago. Wolfram specialized his knowledge around the times of Marquesses Hector and Eliwood, which may be were his knowledge of Nergal came from. I fear his plan is to follow Nergal's footsteps instead of enlisting an army. I fear he plans on making an army of these 'morphs'. Since the morphs are still around, I think he can't make his own. If he could, he would have field tested them against these morphs. As for the girl, never met her. He must have picked her up at some point. They must have been here for a while, both looked like they were about to drop."
He began walking away from them to locate his shirt. "I think the Church must have some of that same knowledge. Why else would they send a group of mercenaries to blow up the Dragon's Gate? I wouldn't be surprised if they expected us to end up as nothing but fodder for the morphs, thinning their numbers so they can swoop in with little resistance. Plus, they wouldn't have had to transport the explosives either, in case it blew up in transit. It would be a win/win scenario for them." He picked up his shirt and began putting it on under his cloak. "That being said, we have no other destination on this island. So, all we can do is go along with what the church hired us to do in the first place."
He began walking away from them to locate his shirt. "I think the Church must have some of that same knowledge. Why else would they send a group of mercenaries to blow up the Dragon's Gate? I wouldn't be surprised if they expected us to end up as nothing but fodder for the morphs, thinning their numbers so they can swoop in with little resistance. Plus, they wouldn't have had to transport the explosives either, in case it blew up in transit. It would be a win/win scenario for them." He picked up his shirt and began putting it on under his cloak. "That being said, we have no other destination on this island. So, all we can do is go along with what the church hired us to do in the first place."