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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1089607" data-attributes="member: 10820">Manor of Randal Morn, Dagger FallsMarpenoth 4, 1372Late AfternoonRandal sighed as he closed the door for the final time of the night. He was glad the long day of seeing to the town’s problems was finally at an end. He thought of a few diversions he could lose himself in while trying to forget the pressures of being the Lord of Dagger Falls. He had worked so hard to reclaim the town from the Zhentarim, yet there was not a day that went by where he did not miss the life he had once had. It had been hard, living in exile, but it had its own rewards. While everyone looked to him then to return Dagger Falls to its rightful owners, the responsibility then seemed much less than what he had to face now on a daily basis.Walking over to his desk he dropped down and sighed out softly.“Long day, m’lord?” The voice was silky smooth, slipping from the shadows near the door.Morn reacted in a flash. His sword was out and a throwing knife was in his off hand, ready to throw into the shadows. The figure stepped into the light. It was not a shadow this time, not in the sense he feared. Ever since the shadovar had invaded the privacy of his home he jumped at every small noise. He never knew when another would come. “M’lady… you should NOT skulk around so, its hazard to your health.” The young beauty shook her head, the mirth at his jumpiness apparent. “I fear not for my own safety, Lord Morn. And it would not be prudent for anyone to see me come and go from your manor.”Morn nodded as he returned the weapons to their sheaths. “To what do I owe the honor?”“I received word that the help I sent you was gravely wounded.”Morn nodded, “Aye. He was killed in fact… but the elven priest is most powerful and was able to return his spirit to his body. The cost was very high, but I knew you would prefer that to the alternative.” The lord dropped back into his seat and sighed gently.She nodded slowly, “You have our thanks. He is unique…”“You can say that again.” Morn was obviously not very happy with the choice of aid that he had been provided.The young woman chuckled a little, “But effective.” She strode over to the chair opposite his and sat down. Her soft leather boots propped on the edge of the desk, crossed at the ankles. “We had very short notice, and given our limited, stretched resources… we felt this a perfect task for Plickit. Afterall, there is not a lot of negotiating with the drow.”“So you sent your best elf killer? You know what people would do if they knew that I had not only sanctioned that thing being in the city, but helped to breath life back into it?”“Beggars can not be choosers, Lord Morn. But I will make sure the cost of our aid is not too high.” She fished a few small paper bundles from her largest belt pouch and set them onto the table. Morn reached over and unwrapped the gems. He recognized them as diamonds and nodded his thanks. “These should be enough to cover what he cost us.”“We are awaiting word from many of our different contacts as to what the nature of this is. We suspect this is more than just a new tunnel by which the drow are renewing age-old rivalries. Something else is surely afoot.”Morn nodded, “The Zhentarim, the drow, and now the Shadovar. Something is stirring the pot. We need to find out what.”The young woman paused for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to add to the discussion. “There is more…”With a frown Morn leaned heavily back in his chair. “Oh?”Leaning forward she nodded, “We intercepted a Zhentarim agent west of Hillsfar. He was bringing news of the fighting near Tethyamar. He had been working that route for a while. He had some very enlightening information about when the Zhentarim first took Tethyamar. The ancient dwarven traps had more than just a bunch of tieflings and fiend-bloods.”Morn’s frown turned into a downright scowl. “What?”“The first group of Zhentarim sent into the mines… never returned. According to the reports they were wiped out to a man when they accidentally released some sort of ancient evil. It is suspected it was a pureblood.” Morn shook his head, “And where is it now?”She shrugged, “We don’t know… the Zhents think whatever it was left the mines after it was freed and took out its anger on the Zhents that accidentally freed it.” Her voice trailed off. She knew more than she was telling.“And?” Morn nervously tapped the edge of his desk with one finger.“Evidence pointed toward it fleeing into the Underdark.” She frowned gently. “That was a month and a half before the drow first raided Dagger Falls.”</blockquote>

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