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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 550816" data-attributes="member: 8530">Chinese Take-outChapter 66, “A Friend from A Far Away Place”, September 28, 1018, 12:35 A.M. As Cassie signals for Fiona to wait on her spell, and for Narg and Mojo to hold off on their valiant charge into the room, new voice suddenly speaks up from the corner behind them.  It softly says “You’re right, it is a trap.”   Narg pivots around, Nargblade in hand, and sees himself facing an elvan teenage boy dressed as a fighter.   “Who are you?” Narg asks.  “A friend,” the boy replies.   Uncertain of how to proceed, Narg signals across the doorway for Mojo and Fiona to pull back, as he does the same with Fiona and the boy.    They move back towards the staircase, slightly descending to be out of sight from the hallway.   The group all look towards this boy, except for Fiona, whose cat familiar (coincidentally, also named Ebony) has alerted her to the presence of the other black cat sitting on the same staircase, the familiar recognizing this cat’s scent from before.   The handsome elvan boy is wearing a suit of elvan chainmail, with a blue silk tunic over it.  A sheathed longsword hangs on his belt, the hilt covered over by a handkerchief.  A longbow and quiver of arrows hangs on his back.   “This is a trap?” Narg asks.  “Yes,” the boy answers, “Those two are not really Morgarth and Roger, just a pair of hobgoblins polymorphed to look like them.  Roger, his chimera, and both of his mages are now in the great hall balcony waiting for you to ambush those by the truck.”   “Who are you, and how do you know all this?” Serita demands.   “I was sent here to help you,” he replies.  “Who sent you?” asks Lannon.  The boy answers “The King of Phlooredah.”  “Matthan!” Narg exclaims.  “No, not Matthan, I’m from the future,” the boy states.  The boy pulls a ring from his finger, tossing it to Lannon and saying “Check it.”  Lannon examines what is clearly a Silver Moon team ring.  The ring shows evidence of his unique craftsmanship, but he is sure that is not any of the ones that he has ever made up until now.   The dwarf exclaims, “It looks legit.”    The boy gives further evidence that the Great Hall held a trap, in saying “Just now you only saw two giants in that room.  Haven’t you noticed that these giants are always in groups of ten?  The other eight were waiting behind the wall near the throne area as part of the ambush.”Fiona gestures down the staircase to the other cat, asking the boy “Did you bring her with you?”  “Who?,” asks the boy.   Her cover clearly blown, the Hengeyokai now resumes her human form , sans clothing, the party instantly recognizing her from before.   “Oh, Ebony Shadow!,” the boy exclaims.  The Hengeyokai is momentarily startled that this child who she has never met before knows the Common translation of her name, especially since she had not previously told this to the members of the Silver Moon.  Ebony Shadow states in barely intelligible Common “The Hengeyokai Elders asked me to follow you, and help if needed.”   “OK,” Narg states, turning his attention back to the boy.   Fiona pulls an extra cloak from her pack, handing it to the naked archer-ranger.  Ebony puts it on, but appears rather indifferent about her lack of attire. “So,” Cassie says to the boy “You’re a future member of the Silver Moon, and you knew to come here now?”  “Yes,” the boy answers, “In my original timeline this was both a day of great victory and of tragic loss.  The tragedy occurred when you changed into the enemy ambush, which my King sent me back here to prevent.  He told me specifically when and where to go.  “Are you saying that your King was a member of the Silver Moon?” Mojo comments.  “Yes,” the boy replies.   “This is too heavy, let’s think about it later,” Lannon comments.    Narg asks the boy “Where is Morgarth right now?”  The boy answers “Right now he would be in  the deepest sub-basement, preparing to depart momentarily on a flying vehicle.”  “Let’s go,” Narg yells, and charges down the staircase, the rest of the team following.</blockquote>

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