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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 1107266" data-attributes="member: 10820">Common AreaHalls of TethyamarMarpenoth 4th, 1372, Just before duskWill checked the straps on his pack. Everything was in place. He turned and looked over at Serin. “You ready?”The archer paled a little and gulped. “You know I hate teleportation.” She walked closer. “I wish you had never told me that it could go wrong. I liked being blissfully ignorant.”Will grinned, “If you did not know how dangerous it was, you wouldn’t get nearly the rush you do out of it. Admit it, you like teleporting, its just the sort of risk you like to take.”She smacked him in the chest with the back of her hand. “No! Fighting orcs is the sort of risk I like to take. Being melded into solid stone because you can’t remember what your home looks like, that’s madness. Why did I agree to come with you again?”“Because you miss your family as much as I do?”“It’s only been a few days.” She crossed her arms in defiance.“A few days living in these halls with only me and the dwarves for company,” Will corrected.It was Serin’s turn to grin, “The dwarves aren’t so bad…” She laughed at the mock look of anger that Will flashed at her. When his incantation started though, she frowned and grabbed a hold of his belt as he had instructed her.The world turned inside out. That or the two friends teleporting back to Dagger Falls did. Either way the result was the same. They popped into existence in Will’s home. Will merely blinked a few moments till he got his bearings. Serin crumpled to the floor and puked.Courtyard of the 12th Legion BarracksZhentil KeepMarpenoth 4th, 1372, DuskAlethra stalked back and forth, the Banesword gripped in her hand. As she strode along she spun the magical blade in her hand, letting it spin several times before tightening her grip again. The force in front of her was starting to form up nicely. She stopped in front of a huge brutish ogre wearing a massive suit of chainmail.“Terog. You know the plan?” The priestess’ gaze burned into the ogre. Even though the monster was twice her height and many times her weight, it cowered beneath her gaze.“Aye, muh’lady.” It pulled its helmet tighter in place and made sure it had a good grip on its battle axe.Alethra nodded quickly and turned to look at the rest of the force. Seeing that most everything was in order she barked an order to the small group of mages gathered at one end of the courtyard. “Lets get on with it!”The mages jumped to motion and began moving down the line. Each had a wand in its hand. Soon the courtyard appeared empty, but the sounds of shifting warriors and the murmur of the men was enough to make it obvious that the courtyard was anything but empty.Alethra glanced at the force’s commander, “Everything is ready sir.”Commander Gering Thorn nodded. “Good. Lets get back your temple, Priestess.” He turned to look behind him. “Ready Xilla?” The creature floating behind him turned its large form toward the commander, its main central eye was closed. The rest of its eyestalks looked at the commander.The beholder seemed to bob up and down as if nodding. “Of course, Commander. Let us proceed.” They both glanced at Alethra.The priestess nodded and strode toward a scaffold in the center of the center of the courtyard. It was identical to a scaffold in the center of the common area in the Mines of Tethyamar. She took the steps two at a time till she was atop the scaffold. A mage fell into place behind her. As she muttered a short key phrase the mage waved his wand at her and muttered its command word.As the priestess disappeared from sight a massive blue shimmering disk appeared on both scaffolds. Commander Gering drew his sword, pointed at the scaffold stairs and yelled, “For the Bane and the Black Network! Charge!” The noise of the troops yelling in unison and racing through the portal was near deafening.Common AreaHalls of TethyamarMarpenoth 4th, 1372, DuskThe dwarf called Ungul the Ugly was sitting in the common area sipping on a mug of ale. He sighed and stood up as he finished the drink. It had been a long day working in the mines, but it had been a fruitful one.When the massive blue disk appeared atop the scaffold Ungul gasped and dropped his mug. He turned to yell down the closest hall even as he drew his short sword from his side. He had no armor on, but Ungul never went anywhere without his sword.“Hey! Get in here! There’s somethin’…” Ten crossbow bolts whipped forth from thin air. Five buried in the dwarf’s back and he fell forward to his knees. His shout became a whisper. “… going on.” He fell forward dead. Common AreaHalls of TethyamarMarpenoth 4th, 1372, Just after duskCommander Gering, High Priestess Alethra, and the Beholder Xilla stood in the common area and received report after report from runners. Xilla had made a sweep of several of the chambers when he was needed. Finally the command group met back near the portal. Xilla dropped a dwarven head to a table top. He had ‘held’ it in the grasp of his telekinetic eye ray. “A present for you Alethra.” The priestess looked down and frowned. “This is not him.” She poked the head with the tip of her blade. The decapitated form rolled face up and the Crown of Tethyamar clanked to the tabletop. “He was much younger than this one. And where are the halfling, the human, and the elf?”Gering frowned as he turned away from another runner. “Gone. Nothing but dwarves. We have a few prisoners though… we will know soon enough where these ‘heroes’ have fled to. Don’t worry.”</blockquote>

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