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<blockquote data-quote="crazy_monkey1956" data-source="post: 3563728" data-attributes="member: 49514">Cut Scene: A Secret Meeting...&quot;Why do these meetings have to take place in dark, dreary basements with no windows?&quot;&nbsp; Tarkesi wonders as he makes his way down the narrow stairs into the wine cellar.The dwarf who was already there chuckles, &quot;Because it's supposed to be secret, toymaker.&quot;&nbsp; Tarkesi smiles as the dwarf gives him a firm handshake, &quot;You know, I saw another dwarf today, looks just like you.&nbsp; I overheard, as I am prone to doing, that his name was something like Muddle, Muzzle...uh, something like that.&quot;The dwarf frowns, &quot;The clan sent poor Muzdum to come find his wayward brother, it seems.&nbsp; I shouldn't be surprised, it was only a matter of time.&quot;Another voice comes from the stairs, with its owner following, &quot;What did you expect?&nbsp; You're the only mountain dwarf that I know of that actually came out and fought in the war.&nbsp; The rest...&quot;The dwarf interrupted, &quot;Don't insult my people, Iphithis.&nbsp; Just because I'm something of an outcast doesn't mean I take kindly to your jibes.&quot;The half-elf's graceful step carried him to the table the dwarf and Tarkesi were already seated at, &quot;My apologies.&nbsp; Force of habit.&quot;At the head of the table sits a figure cloaked in shadow.&nbsp; A feminine voice emerges, &quot;What news, Iphithis?&quot;The half-elf sits, &quot;It is as we feared.&nbsp; The druid Herruwen is dead, though he managed to slay one of his assailants.&quot;The dwarf smacks the table for emphasis, &quot;That tears it.&nbsp; Someone is targetting our allies.&nbsp; That's the fourth one.&quot;The cloaked figure nods, &quot;So it would seem.&nbsp; Iphithis, were you able to determine the nature of his attackers?&quot;&quot;No, Herruwen's apprentice came in before I could find out more.&nbsp; He is here now, in the city, seeking his master's murderers.&nbsp; He left in such a hurry that the druids felt the need to send someone after him...apparently the apprentice is under suspicion of the murder himself.&quot;Tarkesi sighs dramatically, &quot;You know, if we weren't always so secretive, we might just be able to figure this out.&nbsp; You know, tell the druids what we know, they tell us what they know.&quot;The dwarf snorts, &quot;The day the druids tell anybody anything is the day I shave my beard.&quot;Tarkesi smirks, &quot;Ooh, that would be something to see.&nbsp; Now, how do I go about getting a druid to tell me something...a challenge.&quot;&quot;Don't even think about it, toymaker.&quot;The shadowed figure raises a hand for silence, &quot;Our allies abroad are being systematically cut down.&nbsp; First our liason with the Dark Knives in Thay, then our contact within the Arcane Tricksters, then our contact with the Slave-Dancers monastery, and now Herruwen.&nbsp; All unrelated, except for the connection to us.&nbsp; Any thoughts as to who this enemy might be?&quot;Tarkesi screws up his face in thought, &quot;What about the Ebon Mask?&quot;Iphithis shakes his head, &quot;Doesn't match her style.&nbsp; She works alone.&nbsp; Besides, she wouldn't risk us making her identity public knowledge.&quot;The dwarf bows his head and says in a low voice, &quot;What about Az...?&quot;&quot;Don't say that name.&quot; The shadowed figure interrupts him.The dwarf grumbles, &quot;We need to consider the possiblity.&nbsp; She was locked away, not destroyed.&quot;The shadowed figure leans foward just a bit, &quot;She cannot escape.&nbsp; The Silver Shadow and The Shadow Knight made sure of that.&quot;Tarkesi shivers just a bit, &quot;And look at what it cost them to do that.&nbsp; I think grumble-gut is right...we need to consider the possibility.&quot;The shadowed figure leans back and sighs, &quot;I will look into it, then.&nbsp; Let us speak of other things.&nbsp; Tarkesi, how goes the recruitment?&quot;&quot;Uh...about that...heh...my family just made it into town, so I kind of need to pass that little project off to someone else.&nbsp; Besides, he saw me.&nbsp; Darn bird anyway.&quot;&nbsp; This last is said as an annoyed mumble.Iphithis smirks, &quot;I'll take over.&nbsp; I have nothing better to do for a while, except pester Entan.&nbsp; Besides, if the commotion at the gate this morning is any indication, I think we may just have more than one recruit.&quot;&quot;Intriguing.&nbsp; I shall leave it to you then.&nbsp; Take care of your family, Tarkesi.&nbsp; And you, good dwarf, attend to yours as well.&nbsp; I shall continue to look into things and we shall meet again in a month's time.&quot;The others get up to leave.&nbsp; The shadowed figure leans back in her chair after they're gone, seemingly fatigued.&nbsp; Her hand brushes across her eyes under her hood, &quot;What do I do?&nbsp; If it is her...what do I do?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="crazy_monkey1956, post: 3563728, member: 49514"] [b]Cut Scene: A Secret Meeting...[/b] "Why do these meetings have to take place in dark, dreary basements with no windows?" Tarkesi wonders as he makes his way down the narrow stairs into the wine cellar. The dwarf who was already there chuckles, "Because it's supposed to be secret, toymaker." Tarkesi smiles as the dwarf gives him a firm handshake, "You know, I saw another dwarf today, looks just like you. I overheard, as I am prone to doing, that his name was something like Muddle, Muzzle...uh, something like that." The dwarf frowns, "The clan sent poor Muzdum to come find his wayward brother, it seems. I shouldn't be surprised, it was only a matter of time." Another voice comes from the stairs, with its owner following, "What did you expect? You're the only mountain dwarf that I know of that actually came out and fought in the war. The rest..." The dwarf interrupted, "Don't insult my people, Iphithis. Just because I'm something of an outcast doesn't mean I take kindly to your jibes." The half-elf's graceful step carried him to the table the dwarf and Tarkesi were already seated at, "My apologies. Force of habit." At the head of the table sits a figure cloaked in shadow. A feminine voice emerges, "What news, Iphithis?" The half-elf sits, "It is as we feared. The druid Herruwen is dead, though he managed to slay one of his assailants." The dwarf smacks the table for emphasis, "That tears it. Someone is targetting our allies. That's the fourth one." The cloaked figure nods, "So it would seem. Iphithis, were you able to determine the nature of his attackers?" "No, Herruwen's apprentice came in before I could find out more. He is here now, in the city, seeking his master's murderers. He left in such a hurry that the druids felt the need to send someone after him...apparently the apprentice is under suspicion of the murder himself." Tarkesi sighs dramatically, "You know, if we weren't always so secretive, we might just be able to figure this out. You know, tell the druids what we know, they tell us what they know." The dwarf snorts, "The day the druids tell anybody anything is the day I shave my beard." Tarkesi smirks, "Ooh, that would be something to see. Now, how do I go about getting a druid to tell me something...a challenge." "Don't even think about it, toymaker." The shadowed figure raises a hand for silence, "Our allies abroad are being systematically cut down. First our liason with the Dark Knives in Thay, then our contact within the Arcane Tricksters, then our contact with the Slave-Dancers monastery, and now Herruwen. All unrelated, except for the connection to us. Any thoughts as to who this enemy might be?" Tarkesi screws up his face in thought, "What about the Ebon Mask?" Iphithis shakes his head, "Doesn't match her style. She works alone. Besides, she wouldn't risk us making her identity public knowledge." The dwarf bows his head and says in a low voice, "What about Az...?" "Don't say that name." The shadowed figure interrupts him. The dwarf grumbles, "We need to consider the possiblity. She was locked away, not destroyed." The shadowed figure leans foward just a bit, "She cannot escape. The Silver Shadow and The Shadow Knight made sure of that." Tarkesi shivers just a bit, "And look at what it cost them to do that. I think grumble-gut is right...we need to consider the possibility." The shadowed figure leans back and sighs, "I will look into it, then. Let us speak of other things. Tarkesi, how goes the recruitment?" "Uh...about that...heh...my family just made it into town, so I kind of need to pass that little project off to someone else. Besides, he saw me. Darn bird anyway." This last is said as an annoyed mumble. Iphithis smirks, "I'll take over. I have nothing better to do for a while, except pester Entan. Besides, if the commotion at the gate this morning is any indication, I think we may just have more than one recruit." "Intriguing. I shall leave it to you then. Take care of your family, Tarkesi. And you, good dwarf, attend to yours as well. I shall continue to look into things and we shall meet again in a month's time." The others get up to leave. The shadowed figure leans back in her chair after they're gone, seemingly fatigued. Her hand brushes across her eyes under her hood, "What do I do? If it is her...what do I do?" [/QUOTE]

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