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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 3338976" data-attributes="member: 3285">Deus Ex Machina - ConclusionIlmarė stood there for an eternity.&nbsp; Someone put a hand on her shoulder.&nbsp; It was Quintus.&nbsp; He was wearing clothes that were not his.&nbsp; Several of the Sea Lord’s guard stood behind him.&nbsp; Some were tending to Cal and Beldin’s wounds.&nbsp; The webs had long since melted away.“They’re dead,” said Quintus.&nbsp; He kicked Khorbon’s corpse.&nbsp; “Good.&nbsp; Looks like you didn’t need our help.”&nbsp; He addressed Ilmarė with a slight smile, but she knew it was all a bluff.&nbsp; He had been through too much to not be disappointed.&nbsp; Quintus would have killed Khorbon with his bare hands if he had the chance.A guard handed Quintus a rolled up piece of parchment.&nbsp; He unrolled it.&nbsp; “Looks like the plans to build some kind of crushing machine,” he said.&nbsp; “I wonder what he was building it for?”Ilmarė finally found her voice.&nbsp; “They were stringing Ambrose along, promising him an invitation to a party,” she said.&nbsp; “Whatever he built for them, it was not meant to be in our world.&nbsp; “Well, he’s gone now.&nbsp; And the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign is either dead or fled.”&nbsp; Quintus encompassed the room with a sweep of one hand.&nbsp; “I will help the priests of Illiir rebuild this place.&nbsp; That’s the best revenge of all.”Ilmarė was silent.“What’s wrong?”“I delivered the note to Ambrose,” she said.&nbsp; “But now I’m not so sure that I should have.”“Why?” said Quintus.&nbsp; “He’s gone.&nbsp; Khorbon’s dead.&nbsp; The Brotherhood is scattered.&nbsp; What more is there?”“I just can’t help but wonder,” said Ilmarė, looking over her shoulder at where the portal once was. “What happens when Ambrose gets to that party?”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="talien, post: 3338976, member: 3285"] [b]Deus Ex Machina - Conclusion[/b] Ilmarė stood there for an eternity. Someone put a hand on her shoulder. It was Quintus. He was wearing clothes that were not his. Several of the Sea Lord’s guard stood behind him. Some were tending to Cal and Beldin’s wounds. The webs had long since melted away. “They’re dead,” said Quintus. He kicked Khorbon’s corpse. “Good. Looks like you didn’t need our help.” He addressed Ilmarė with a slight smile, but she knew it was all a bluff. He had been through too much to not be disappointed. Quintus would have killed Khorbon with his bare hands if he had the chance. A guard handed Quintus a rolled up piece of parchment. He unrolled it. “Looks like the plans to build some kind of crushing machine,” he said. “I wonder what he was building it for?” Ilmarė finally found her voice. “They were stringing Ambrose along, promising him an invitation to a party,” she said. “Whatever he built for them, it was not meant to be in our world. “Well, he’s gone now. And the Brotherhood of the Yellow Sign is either dead or fled.” Quintus encompassed the room with a sweep of one hand. “I will help the priests of Illiir rebuild this place. That’s the best revenge of all.” Ilmarė was silent. “What’s wrong?” “I delivered the note to Ambrose,” she said. “But now I’m not so sure that I should have.” “Why?” said Quintus. “He’s gone. Khorbon’s dead. The Brotherhood is scattered. What more is there?” “I just can’t help but wonder,” said Ilmarė, looking over her shoulder at where the portal once was. “What happens when Ambrose gets to that party?” [/QUOTE]

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