Laisha stood from her chair, and walked to the door of her room. Her cloak hung from an iron hook, and two bloated black spiders crawled over its silky black surface, slowly repairing it. Lifting the cloak from its hook, she shook the spiders loose and pulled it around her shoulders. She ascended the rough hewn steps of her underground home into the sunlit Forest of Mysteries.
Shielding her sensitive drow eyes within her hood, she began a slow circuit of Krogenar's usual resting places. After making some inquiries, a second level acolyte in Records gave her the clue she needed to track down the half-orc. "He's been to the bamboo grove recently," she said, a frown creasing her brow, some sentiment left unspoken. ".. and he can stay there, for all I care." Laisha expressed the acolyte's opinion in her own mind. She nodded to the woman, and headed to the bamboo grove. As she walked, the happenings of the past few days wafted through her mind.
.....
Laisha pushed away from the table just in time.
The assembled priests and sages of Mystra's Church gasped in unison as the table spun on its long axis, sending glasses of water, documents, and quills crashing to the floor. The table bashed down to the flagstones, landing atop the mess. Ink bottles made delicate tinkling sounds as they were crushed - their contents mingling into the mess. The table lay on its side now, laying like some wounded soldier among the debris.
All faces turned in unison to stare at the far end of the table.
Krogenar's eyes smouldered with anger and frustration. His shoulders remained set - the same as they had been when he had upturned the table.The half-orc strider's eyes remained focused on the table.
Some of the gathered Mystran clergy backed away from him.
Others gawped at the incredulity of his action. A select few, Laisha's sharp eyes noted, nodded very slightly and merely mimed surprise.
A high-ranking clergyman pushed his way through the shifting mob. "You cannot dictate the direction of Mystra's church, Honored Tribunal." The last two words he uttered with a mocking sincerity. He continued. "This is Mystra's Church - not The Church of The Pax Faerunis. Once you grasp this simple concept, 'Lord' Krogenar, you will begin to divine your true duty to Mystra. Methinks you focus too deeply on politics."
His fists balled, Krogenar took a deep breath to respond. The clergyman wasn't finished speaking, however.
"Before you speak Krogenar, let us digest your last-" he looked over his shoulder at the wreckage. " ... argument first, hmm?" He glowered at the strider through square-rimmed glasses, turned and then left the meeting room.
Laisha was in the crowd now, calming people, assuaging their concerns. With a fingersnap, apprentices from the various schools of magic were gathering the remains of people's notes, and had righted the table. In that activity Laisha noted that Krogenar had left the room, thankfully.
The next day a meeting was held, to determine what should be done.
A day after, Krogenar was removed as a member of The Tribunal. Azuth, in Mystra's stead, had whisked the mantle of leadership from his shoulders, where Mystra had once laid it.
