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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1775829" data-attributes="member: 1210">Betrayed!“Well, well,” Arvandor Illspree said, steepling his fingers as he regarded the triumphant group of adventurers.“We found your staff.”  Chanticleer smiled a deadly smile as she waved it in the Drow wild mage’s direction.  “I hope it’s as useful to you as that amulet will be to us.”This, then, would be the moment Chanti had been waiting for: the moment when the group finally acquired a weapon to shield them against Dexter’s deadly psionic powers.  The same powers that drove Galliger to his death.  I’ll kill him, Chanti thought again, as she had thought every day for months.  I’ll rip his heart out and cast it on an altar shaped like the Black Sun, and then I’ll hurl his body into Bleak’s Maw.  Dexter is a dead man.The Drow wizard made a negligent gesture from his high-backed seat.  Another of the ebony-skinned elves glided across the cavern floor to the group of villainous surface adventurers.  She extended a velvet-gloved hand, her pale eyes boring into Chanti.  With a chuckle, the surfacer gave the staff over, and the black-cloaked woman returned to Arvandor Illspree’s side.  She slid the staff upwards to him, her eyes never leaving the band of pirates.“So, about that amulet,” Akakathan said nervously.Arvandor Illspree, whose name meant ‘the Birth of Evil in Heaven,’ smiled wickedly.  “Oh, the amulet?  I had nearly forgotten.”  He turned and barked at several servants in the strange tongue of his people.  A few laughed.  The crowd stirred as a cloaked figure began moving forward, a lock of white hair spilling out of the concealing darkness of the hood.“I hope you are not going to renege on our deal,” Chanti growled.“Renege?  Never!”  Arvandor Illspree seemed mildly put off.  “Why, I am insulted at the very thought.”  He showed his teeth again.  “But I must confess... I am changing our arrangement somewhat.”Chanti’s hand strayed to the hilt of her sword.  Her eyes darted around.  There were dozens of Drow.  There’s no way we can take them all, she realized grimly, even as Delilah brushed her arm with a hand, murmuring, “Carefully, Captain.”“We had a bargain!” Vosh protested.  “You will still receive your precious amulet,” Illspree said disdainfully, “but first you must pass another test to prove your worth.  After all, if you’re to fight this... ‘Dexter’ with it, you must be able to survive to reach him, must you not?”  He smiled a deadly smile.  “If you can survive Thalanaz, I will give you the amulet.”The hooded figure cast back the hood, revealing a female Drow of particularly arrogant bearing.  With a flourish she drew her shortsword.And with a wild cry she attacked.Next Time: Oh dear!  Can our low-level villains deal with a tenth-level Drow fighter with an AC -6???</blockquote>

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