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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2594567" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter 2: Journey into Darkness Continued (Concluded)Tobus Matlick shifted uncomfortably near the tree.  The powerful ring on his right hand hid his form from those he had been sent to watch.  He worried desperately about the outcome that would occur soon.  Already, the priest had waited hours for the return of the ‘heroes’.  They should have returned by now.And yet, that was probably the most comforting of thoughts.  Perhaps Fate or the Will of Ara’kull had already eliminated the problem.  If this was the case, then the outcome of events could only be positive for the cleric.  Deep down, however, Tobus knew that the Ara’kull would not prevent the judging.  End-bringer’s tone had confirmed that fact.  Tobus felt his life and hope wither.A short distance ahead, Leiban Malabrandt crouched near the stream.  The Captain was obsessed with examining his own reflection in the quick moving water.  A rogue had applied a decent amount of make-up to have the Captain appear beat and bloodied.  Hopefully, the lure would bring the ‘heroes’ across the bridge and into the waiting arms of six Inquisitorial guards.  Perched a bit farther from the melee waited the ‘Elven’ ranger Thorne.  Of course, Thorne was not truly Elven but a human mercenary with a bit of magic about him and an intense love of torture and murder.  He had been employed by the priest in the past, albeit only a few times, but had not once failed.  If the battle were to occur as planned, his services may not be needed.  But in the event of the ‘heroes’ realizing their peril, Thorne would shoot to kill.  The Master of the Forest’s presence gave Tobus a little hope.The priest’s eyes shifted again, focusing upon the six plate maille clad guards.  Their armor, painted black, aided the camouflage that the high bushes eagerly applied.  The men had not budged since their positioning behind the shrubbery nearly six hours prior.  Tobus wondered if they were actually men.  He had never seen their livery removed and so perhaps they were something closer to the demon End-bringer.Tobus shuddered.  He refocused his eyes past the hopefully-able Captain and focused upon the edge of the forest.Not more than three paces behind the priest, End-bringer waited as patiently as he could.  The disquieting vibrations of the enemies of Ara’kull grew ever closer within its senses.  Their number had increased by two it seemed, since beginning their travels.  Not a good sign for the priest Matlick.  The demon had to quiet his laughing or risk revealing himself.Inside the cloak of pure shadow it wore, the vicious chains hungered for fresh blood.  They slithered silent, snakily around his torso, their three-pronged ends, razor-sharp like teeth, snapped soundlessly together.  Its body trembled for a moment, the energy of a forthcoming battle dancing across its rotting limbs and chains.  The chains stopped their complaining just as the first of the ‘heroes’ burst forth from the dark wood.--o--o--</blockquote>

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