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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 240699" data-attributes="member: 105">Stormwolves!A battle, somewhere west of Westgate: 14 Ches, Year of Rogue Dragons Jhavan the Grey spied something not right on the road ahead. It looked like something hastily buried . He stopped the carriage that held the prisoner inside and  dismounted from his horse to investigate. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. The animals of the forest were still making normal noises for early evening. He was confident that absolutely no one knew about the drugged-up, looser-of-a-prisoner he was escorting away from the city. He probed the ground.As Jhavan started to uncover what now looked like a bag, he had the odd thought of an ambush. He scanned around and then his eyes fell upon a single-cold cold eye staring back at him. Before he could say anything to the rest of the caravan it was too late. They were upon him.  “Khiron, now!!!” was all he heard , and an arrow grazed his leg. He turned around to see more than ¾ of his men stunned and staring aimlessly. Sorcery! he thought, but Jhavan was not without his own surprises. The scout smiled as a fireball came speeding from the sky falling onto the side of the road from were the arrow came. He hoped it would fry the ambushers.  How dare they! Well, who ever it is they’re in trouble now.  He had a good battle mage that was flying above laying down the hurt. His thoughts were soon interrupted by a white-haired warrior with a patch covering one eye. Wielding a crackling scimitar this man came somersaulting over the burning brush to charge at him, and then slash him before he could make a move. In the twillight he could make out his opponent now. It was a drow! Is this the legendary Driz’zt Do’Urden coming to take me out?! He gulped.  Soon he could see his remaining men being attacked by a red-haired woman from horseback. She charged from the right flank.  Alias of the Azure Bonds..couldn't be?No way, but these guys are good he thought, real good.   But his ace was the battle mage who now hovered above them. She cast another spell. A web and then another fireball held and burned this crazed warrior, the one the drow addressed as Khiron who still skulked in the burning brush. He wielded a great sword. The blade and his flailing arms and legs tore through the magical strands and flaming debris like they weren’t even there. Then he began wading through his men, even the poor old drover, with wild abandon. He did not slow down. The battle mage was soon hit by several bolts of energy and Jhavan saw that the attackers also had magical support. A smug smile crept over the scout. Another fireball was unleashed.  BOOM! It hurled their mageling back and staggered him. He was still alive, but barely. “Young one!” yelled the lightning-haired warrior, without emotion , “Finish her."  The young , charred sorcerer stood back up and unleashed a great bolt of white fire from his hands. Jhavan saw his battle mage fall down into a smoldering heap of charred bones.  The scout thought to himself, I cannot win this encounter and this crazed drow is going to finish me with his lightning scimitar.  So Jhavan went invisible , hoping to strike at his attacker or escape. Then he saw another explosion, this one of golden glitter. It fell everywhere around him covering him, but not blinding him. He now knew that it was time to escape. He hoped he could pull it off. He engaged the lightning -haired drow and tried to disarm him but he could not. The one-eyed drow beat back the maneuver, and he was cut deeply for it. Jhavan, had to keep that crackling blade away from him. Again he tried to win past his attacker's defenses and was defeated. Luck--an instinctive duck-- prevented him from suffering another hack, but he also knew that another deep cut and the drow would gut him like a fish. He saw his chance and with a quick flick of his wrist with his own scimitar followed by a sweep of his legs he sent the drow's shock scimitar to the ground. Jhavan took off. The sound of the red-haired woman and crazed warrior slicing through his men rang in his ears. Damn his men and his charge! It was about survival now! Mask granted him stealth and speed and endurance. Soon Jhavan had peace and his drow tracker gave up for the moment,  but he also had a sinking feeling that they would finish up at the road and soon follow. He did not relish the prospect of being hunted. He paused to catch his breath and then continued to move, hoping that night would cover his tracks.  =============================== “Valeria, wait we must talk,” said Jenner.  It was still hard to think of him by that name. The two were conversing after the so-far successful extraction of the strange little man. He was still severely drugged. Let the priests sort that one out. Valeria wiped the glitterdust from her eyes, and scanned the aftermath of a brief and bloody battle. They had been efficient. “Khiron, you and the priestess dispose the bodies and secure our little friend,” continued Jenner. “Valeria you , the Interrogator , and I shall chase down our quarry and with his help we can cripple one of two houses that plague the Obaskyr line. This is a target of opportunity one we cannot pass up. We now possess inside information. This will be the perfect chance to cause dissension and sow some of our own discord and set our enemies against each other for a time. This will be a big enough of distraction to accomplish our goals … all of them , including the other rescue.”  Was he hinting at someone close to her? “Jenner,” she replied in a cool,even toned voice. “If I did not know you better I would say you are positively evil, much more akin to the race you resemble now. “ The tall red-haired warrior looked at the lightning-haired man , known now to her as Jenner Stormwolf and thought how drow-like her companion looked. Maybe it was the eye patch he now wore that made him look more sinister. He had always had a mean streak. Now he just looked like a villain. She shuddered involuntarily… but not just because of Jenner's appearance. Changes had happened and were happening. The logic she had always appreciated in her companion had now become colder and sharper. She noticed the change in herself as well-- less emotions, more action in thought. And what could be said for the other friend the one that had carried her lifeless body from the cursed waters of the harbor?  Khiron, he called himself now, and he seemed more blood thirsty. He was no longer the contemplatative warrior who had first appeared more like a sage than a fighter. Now he craved action. It almost consumed him.  What had Tymora, his patron goddess, done to him?They had all changed since coming out of the water and through the pain of recovery and the cards.... Some more than others, she thought. She could not escape the logic of Jenner's proposal and the irony of it all. Yes, she liked the idea of starting a war. Especially between two of the most infamous guilds in all Faerun.  “Stormwolf, I like you better as my friend than my enemy. You think like a politician…or a drow,” added the red-haired warrior woman smiling. “Then we are agreed in our course. Excellent....” replied the one eyed warrior. “Father, I guess  all those lessons at court have paid off,” mused the Stormwolf out loud.</blockquote>

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