The mission briefing from Vossari was short of extensive. It explained, in brief, the current circumstances of Tund, in video format. In it, Vossari stood in front of a poorly-placed green screen pointing at a map of the magical world. In said video were dressed in a suit and tie, pushing papers together as they did their best impression of an old timey newscaster. "Breaking breaking - we cut to an expose on the world of Tund! The Society of Sorcerers." The planet zoomed into view. "The magic permeating this planet has produced Dark and Light side nexuses, empowering the spell casters on the surface.." The footage of the planet abruptly cut to footage from Vossari's EZ Phone, in a dark, foreboding tomb. "The Sisters of Sanguine, allies of the Sith Order and worshippers of Lord Arcanos, are locked in a bloody civil war against the light-sided Sorcerers. Whoever can control the Nexuses controls the world. Back to you, Voss!" The video cut back to Anchorman Vossari. "Thanks, Voss. Our strategy to aid the Sisters is simple." He stretched out three fingers. "Arm them." Weapons shipments from the Sith arsenal had long since begun. "Support them." This was where Iymril and Vossari came in - special detachment leaders in their magical war. "Control them." His fist closed.
"Everything rests on the Aman Thul. An ancient magical ritual and battle to the death, long used on Tund to settle factional disputes. We need to win this. Long live King Arcanos!" The video ended.
Coordinates on the datapad led to an enchanted village, where Vossari, clad in green silks, sipped a glass of Tundian black tea as he delicately dabbed honey into the porcelain cup. To say they were curious about Iymril was an understatement - they were dying to know more about the Sith's cold-blooded sorcerer.
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