Forging a Path
25st of February 2007 A.D.
"My own," you say forthrightly, drawing Cristos' eyes to yours for just a moment. "I offer this as Empress of the Fivefold Courts of Fate. As one who has the vision to see that the world need not be so cruel, and the means to help make it so. I offer this so that those who fall from the path might find their way back home, like a lantern in the dark."
A hush falls upon the chambers, as if the echoes of the hall had suddenly swallowed the whispers that filled it only moments before. No doubt they know something of what you showed their ambassadors three months ago, the knowledge would have spread like wildfire after your role in rooting out the traitors, but for many here that would only wetted their appetites for knowledge or planted the seeds of dread.
You cast your gaze out across the wizards gathered here and strive to count one from the other. The Wise some would name them and not without cause but with wisdom can so often come pain, and the weight of years you can see etched on many a face of every creed and every people to walk the Earth and some that are now gone, by the long years that magic gifted them the last of their kind wandering a world made strange. Perhaps your words find some purchase there, perhaps they are simply looking for a hand to cling to when the Council had come so close to ruin so suddenly, but it seems to you that more are nodding and smiling than glare or turn their heads aside. By far the most common are those not yet swayed, keeping close their counsel.
Bringing your eyes your eyes back to Cristos - knowing that the lines upon his face bear guilt almost two centuries in the keeping - and you say your final words, daring to hope that you'll be able to inspire hope. "I offer this as one who wishes that those who have erred and gone astray need not bear that sin eternal. That, esteemed wizards of the White Council, is who I am, and why I am here today."
"I... believe you," the Greek wizard speaks, seeming to almost surprise himself, though not so much as he does those who stand around him like a phalanx prepared for battle. "But I fear your generosity would open us to peril such as we have encountered before to our sorrow." He motions to a woman standing next to him, a Warden's sword at her belt. "The Swords the Wardens bear only one could forge and now she is indisposed... more indisposed than we knew. New Wardens by the score we must train, barely more than children and yet we send them less armed than their elders because we trusted a single smith with that arming. What if the book you offer is lost or destroyed by malice or mischance? We would find ourselves surrounded by warlocks now once more open to the darkness they called forth."
"Then I would make another," you answer easily.
"And if you were indisposed as Warden Luccio was or dead as too many of our fellows now are? What then? I make no claim that our enforcement of the laws was just or good, that is for philosophers to agonize over, but the practicalities of sin and salvation... well many her will know of my dealings with the rakshasa I am no stranger to them. If this is to be done I ask that a member of the Council be taught to perform this spell so that at great need we might replicate this tome."
Gallingly, this isn't even that unresonable a request, the book would underpin council policy and its loss would be a disaster, but it's also utterly imposibile. How do you tell a hall of people whose entire thing is being the best at magic that they'll never be skilled enough for this?
"The Wizard Dresden Majesty, he has awakened to the Essence of himself," Usum whispers in the back of your mind.
"With the aid of the Wonder-Forge in Boston he might be able to reporduce the tome at great risk to body and soul."
That does not souns like something he'd enjoy, but you're sure he'd give it his all regardless, risks and all. Should he though? After all it's not like your planning to die.
What do you declare before the Council?
[] That is imposibile, mortals cannot make spendors (Charisma+Subterfuge Opposed to Perception+Subterfuge)
[] Explain that you might be able to teach Harry and others like him, putting even more responsibility on his shoulders
[] Write in
OOC: Doing pretty well so far as the surrprise from the people around Cristos shows he was going to say something far more combative. 
Thank you for crafting a well-written, mechanically sound non-glacial exalted/DF quest, in this day and age. We shall await your return upon the morrow with bated breath, but it shall not be long for we shalt be busy with fifty other things because the planet is on fire and people keep putting the lunatics in charge of the asylum. Pnwhfkshsidb.
