New World Order|Malagard | Khelek

[Kender Bard]

Dispator nodded, even smiled a little, pleased that Lucifer was a good recipient. "It is my plan to that rumor should be spread specifically to Talen'sul of Ronduin suffering under the lash of a forgotten demon lord." He chuckled. "I am even willing to go cause a little collateral damage though I think normal humans can do that just as well. The sympathetic Winds will of course rush to the aid of their good friend. Humontis would as well but they do not travel as quickly as Winds do. The Winds would arrive in Ronduin and the steel jaws of a trap could shut upon them. All the while, rumor reaches Anarlina and of course they blame Morilanta. Morilanta in turn will receive it as a holy omen or some such dribble and likely make some brash move. They would both be drawn to Ronduin, Anarlina even more so once Talen'sul gives it's little cry of distress at what predicament they have gotten themselves in."

He paused, and went on. "Anarlina and Morilanta will likely war over the situation just as night follows day. All that is missing in my plan is some way to lay blame at the feet of Humontis once they arrive to the scene, or any of her allies. This will pitch the northwest of the world with the remaining nations into another war and, gentlemen, all hell breaks loose. Khelek pulls all their strings from behind the curtain, and we emerge as victors."

[Darastrix]

Crawford frowned minutely. He understood how to take advantage of a chaotic situation--it was how he'd survived and gotten his current position--but that much of it? He would be glad once the creature left and he was able to speak more freely with his team.

Lucifer seemed unperturbed, but that was usual. The new King did not lose his temper, did not ever appear to enjoy or despair of anything. The land of the Ice elementals suited him, Crawford reflected. Of course, it also meant that without Schuldig around, Crawford had little to no idea what their "lord" was actually thinking. The seer disliked unpredictability. Schuldig and Farfarello's chaotic natures gave him no end of headaches sometimes, but he could still tell when one of them might do something idiotic. Lucifer was predictable to a point--whatever he did, he would do it with calm detachment--but never gave any outward sign as to which course he might take.

"I will consider your words," Lucifer replied. "And weigh them against those of my own advisers before I make any firm decisions." He hadn't gotten here without going with the first good idea he heard, after all. "I will say, however, that your ideas interest me greatly," he added, ironically enough with no note of interest in his voice. He was a naturally very calm and collected man, though his lack of inflection was something he'd consciously worked on. So long as those around him had little to no idea what he felt or thought, he remained the one in control, and being in control was something he placed great value on.

[Kender Bard]

Dispator gave another little bow, this one from the waist. He knew a master of manipulation when he saw it, and was very pleased to finally have a cohort worthy of his skills.

"I shall return to my estate then," he said. "And do feel free to send more visitors. It gets.. oh so lonely there." He chuckled very softly and turned to go.

[Darastrix]

Once Dispator's back was turned, Lucifer made a small gesture to Schuldig, then clasped his hands loosely in his lap, palm to palm. An icy wind blew around the demon, whipping his robes about him as Schuldig projected Lucifer's thought to Dispator.

~In the future, you will wait for my dismissal.~

Aloud, he simply said, "I shall keep your desire for...companionship in mind."