En Dharasha Everae RP thread

[SeedsOfDoubt]

En Dharasha Everae sending the undead to their final rest at the Vault of the Dead:

[Maverick 40]

Laisren is last seen packing his bags and kissing his wife Saline good bye. His eyes look heavy, as though he had not taken reverie since their return from the Ardeep Forest. He tells his wife he will return on the fort night, by the rising of the next full moon. He then steps to back from her and while not in the presence of the wood elves, casts a spell of teleportation that warps him near a hundred miles away.

He stands before the gates of Candlekeep, looking up to the guards and with a great swallow to his pride he asks, "I need to speak to the Keeper, Laitae. Tell her that this is an important matter and that Laisren Ua Tiernan has come to call...........

((That last post was awesome btw Seeds))

[Darksider_war]

Day of arrival, 29 of Ches, 1349 DR

As the group of elves quietly entered Ardeep Forest, the sun elven priestess could not help but gaze in marvel at the sight of such an ancient place, as old as the Misty Forest itself. Most importantly, she could not help but feel sad for the fate that had befallen that place. Once safe haven for every member of the Tel'Quessir, now abandoned and left to the ravages of time. The Retreat was at its apex after all, and too many elves had left their ancestral glades for the safety of the Green Island.

Luthien's attention shifted to the elves at her side, descendants of those brave souls that withstood the corruption of the Vyshaanti empire and decided to stay on the continent rather than turning their backs to the world.

Feralyn's motioning in front of him interrupted her musings, while the group encountered a freshly built palisade along the road, just a few yards away from the glade that was supposed to house an ancient temple of the Coronal.

Rather than launching a direct attack with no provocation, the group opted for sending Luthien and the moon elven bardess Iliana ahead, as ambassadors. Parlaying with the humans guarding the outpost had been strangely easy and smooth. Perhaps too easy in Luthien's mind.

Apparently the humans were archeologists belonging to a minor foundation of Waterdeep. They just wanted to gain access to the temple hoping to collect as much tidbits of elven lore as possible. "For a prosperous future in which humans and elves would live side by side in harmony", to put it in their leader's word.

Luthien shuddered at the thought. She has always believed that uniformity only bred complacency and unresponsiveness, and she couldn't help but think that the human's goal was nothing short of foolish. Perhaps, once his back would have bended under the weight of years, he could have glimpsed the wisdom in her point of view. Or that at least was her belief.

The temple of Corellon was tainted with the foul presence of undeath, and the expedition was unable to enter due to the ferocity of the fiends inhabiting it. While the thought of undeath inhabiting the temple of the Coronal would have caused other, less far seeing elves, to rush immediately into action, the priestess and the bardess used this obstacle to their advantage, obtaining access to the ruins without any interference from the humans.

Their motivations were far from clear, and Laisren could sense that they were up to something...but the main objective was very close, and the group had already devised a contingency plan should the humans turn against them.

Once inside the temple, the situation looked far more critical than it originally seemed. Not only was the place infested with mindless skeletons and plague zombies; even more powerful undeads like death knights were waiting for them at the entrance.

The group fought as best as it could, with Jhaeros, Mendel and Laisren holding the line while the other archers kept peppering the shambling husks with enchanted arrows. Luthien, on the other hand, put away her weapons and shield, grasping her symbol of Corellon and directing it towards the hordes of ravenous undeads. Soon after, she channelled her faith through her symbol...

"Bear witness to His power, fiends!"

As the priestess uttered those words, her symbol of Corellon began to shine with a strong, warm yellow light, while a mighty wave of holy energy bursted forth and engulfed the abominations assaulting her friends.

Some petty skeletons and zombies instantly dropped to the ground, this time truly dead, before disintegrating, while most of the more powerful death knights and plague zombies twitched in agony and stopped moving, paralyzed by such holy energy disrupting the bonds preserving their unlife.

Those very few that remained unscathed by Luthien's holy assault were easy prey for the weapons of their companions. Everyone of them struck true and swiftly, taking down the undeads with precise, merciless efficiency.

Looking around after the skirmish, Luthien set her emerald eyes upon the delicate, beautiful architecture of the temple she and her friends were hoping to cleanse. It was old, very likely older than herself and all her friends put together, and...ruined. Sadly, the retreat had taken its toll on the temple as well, its once hallowed halls were now in ruin, the holy ground of that center of worship now soiled and tainted by an abomination so dire, that Luthien's mind descended into a fit of rage.

Soon after, another door opened, leading to the temple's main hall...and to throngs of undeads. Luthien could clearly see banshees, elven ghosts of ancient arcanists, and a true abomination: an ancient lich, its sullen and empty eyes shining with a malevolent, eerie red light.

More plague zombies reanimated from the ground, and the group quickly found itself surrounded. Wave after wave, the zombies were being cut down to pieces, only for the lich and his minions to raise more. In the meantime, the elven ghosts were bombarding the group with flames and chains of lightning. Saline, Anicell and Jhaeros were quickly overwhelmed by such a display of power, and they fell to the ground, lifeless.

The rage inside her increasing only further, Luthien aimed her holy symbol against the lich, channelling as much faith as possible in an attempt to rebuke the abomination. For a brief but intense moment, the two beings clashed, not phisically, but mentally. The malevolence, hatred and willpower of the lich was pitted against the faith and purity of intent of the elven priestess.

The symbol of Corellon began to glow further and further to the point of blazing, becoming hot and searing the flesh of the elven woman grasping it. Instead of dropping it, though, Luthien grasped the symbol with renewed strength while at the same time ignoring the pain. Not even a creature as ancient and powerful as a lich could withstand such a prolonged exposure to true faith, and in the end, it overwhelmed the creature, leaving it powerless and immobile, rebuked by the faith of what, in its lifeless eyes, was only a lowly mortal.

With the lich out of the equation, the elves got the upper hand. One by one, slowly and at the cost of great energies, the ghosts were destroyed. As the putrid stench of undeath left the temple, notifying the group that no undeads were still tarnishing those hallowed halls, a badly wounded Luthien rushed to the bodies of her comrades and quickly brought them back to life.

"No children of the Seldarine shall leave for Arvanaith today, if I can help it!"

As the fallen ones returned to life, Feralyn rushed towards Luthien and healed her wounds as best as his remarkable healing skills could.

"Take it easy Luthien, you have been so focused on healing us, that you forgot to heal yourself. You're bleeding."

"I will nap once our task has been finished, Feralyn. Not before. But I thank you for your concern."

Quickly, the veteran group of battle-hardened elves inspected the temple, grabbing as many books, parchments and most importantly weapons, available. Most of the weapons stored inside the racks were irredeemably rusty and unusable, but some of them - a spear, a bow, a sword, a dagger and two quiver of arrows - seemed still intact, in pristine condition and, more importantly, very deadly.

While the group collected as many items as possible, Luthien gazed upon the main room of the temple, now decrepit and soiled like all the other rooms. Yet, there was still hope. The temple still echoed with Corellon's power, and the structural damage wasn't irreparable. Taking a vial of elven holy water, Luthien sprinkled the whole room and cast a blessing.

Immediately after, a palpable feeling of holiness and peace permeated the temple, while the remains of the undeads lying on the ground quickly evaporated in a cacophony of hisses, their last, pointless act of defiance before utter annihilation.

"This temple is hallowed again now. No more shall the vile spawns of the negative energy plane soil its sacred halls. Let us go now."

The group left the temple, making sure not to leave any useful bits of knowledge behind, while a marveled archeological team looked upon them bewildered. The elves took their leave, but not before leaving behind them a now hallowed temple of Corellon, purified from taint and unholyness: a silent, permanent reminder of the fact that their race was far from doomed...

Back into the Misty Forest, 31 of Ches, 1349 DR

The returning elves were greeted with a hero's welcome. Everyone in the village was rejoicing for the safe return of their kinsmen, as well for the mission's success: not only did they suffer no casualties; they even managed to retrieve ancient elven relics and cleanse a temple of the Coronal at the same time. As everyone was congratulating the group, Luthien took a small step forward, beaming with pride for being able to count upon such valiant kinsmen.

"Does anyone know why have we won, brothers and sisters?"

Feralyn stepped forward as well, respectfully bowing to her before answering.

"Because we had you at our side?"

"No, Feralyn - Luthien shook her head once - "We have won because we fought as brothers and sisters, covering each other's back, and staying true to each other. This is what the Coronal expects from His children. And that is why, as long as His covenant shall be respected, His watchful gaze will protect and strengthen us. Always keep this in mind, my kin."

As the others remained silent for a brief moment, perhaps meditating upon her words, Luthien secluded herself into the village's temple. There was very little time for celebrations, at least for her: the relics had to be blessed and sanctified again, after all. And Luthien had lost the habit of dilly-dallying a long time ago.

[LISA100595]

*After the private meeting with Dutchess Liia and the Knight General Ceremony for Lady Svala, Lady Elvina heads out to meet Laisren as per his urgent sending to her at his specified location*

(( will try to catch you in game

[AlfarinIcebreaker]

As dark armored figure of Mendel approaches, Feralyn can be seen testing his bow string and preparing his equipment. Jhaeros inspects his mithral armor and elven steel. Villi then nods to the two, signaling that it is the time to leave. Minutes after, the three Wood Elves are upon road, threading through the land and foliage with otherworldy ease.

The moon shines upon their blades and arrows. The road is silent, as even the predators of the night feel that the Rangers of Dharasha are striding the roads tonight. Their faces produce no expression. Their eyes set into the distance, focused on the task at hand. What they are looking for, will soon be found.

[Maverick 40]

The dark and sullen waste of the moor, was a far cry of from the beautiful and serene wood he had come to call home. Still, the place where he did trod was not home, not without her. This was the place of her home, the one she gave up to be with him and the one she gave up to be free.

Now, she has returned and her people, these people, needed her in this time of troubles. Laisren knew she had always feared their reproach but now she returns as their protector and possible savior against the coming of the Orc. Their people had lost so much over the centuries, some did turn to the deep and darker parts of this tragic land but these people remained.

They wished fight to maintain the lands of their forefathers and although their nomadic nature allowed them move freely about them, they knew that what came did not simply come to push them deeper into the Moor. If this Orc should come, it would turn them into the bones their ancestors became during their own wars to save their lands.

Laisren came to be with her, to help see her people prepare and grow strong in the face of this possible tyranny. He watched as she conversed with them and he watched as when they left back for their tents, the moisture that did fill her eyes. He knew how painful this was for her and he knew that this was her chance at redemption, redemption within her very own heart.

He sat with her and warmed his hands by the fire while she sipped her tea. They did not speak but instead were content within each others company. The morning would usher in a new time for these people, it would usher in a new place for Saline and he hoped to see her strong through it all..........

[Maverick 40]

Two men arrives at the outskirts of the forest, one is clad in heavy-looking mithral armour, has a white mane and an eye-patch. The other wears a fine leather suit, ordained with the symbol of the Radiant Heart. They stop up and the leather-wearing man scouts the surroundings, well-knowing that he's being observed by the elven rangers.

"His excellency, Prelate Eliphas Valkarian of the Radiant Heart, Justice Seeker of Tyr and Brotherhood Champ-"

He is interrupted by the other man, who slams his plated fist on the poor man's chest.

"I'm Eliphas! Bring me to your leader! We have things to discuss!" he begins boldly riding into the shade of the trees.

"But sire.." the man protests.

"Quit whining and follow suit, Parsival."

The man sighs and follows his superior into the unknown.

Two humans on horseback are reported wandering the forest aimlessly by our scouts. Laisren sends an EDE scout to intercept them before the village elves find them.

((PM sent))

[Hoihe]

Hoihe has stuck a framed message on the stone circle he saw the elves often visiting.

In elven, a warning reads:

"Citizens of En Dharahsa, I wish to warn you against Soubar. Tensions are high in that settlement, and it's ill advised for elven people, or half-elven.. or even just self-proclaimed allies of elves visit the town. They speak of hanging elves, and give dark glances at elven travellers.

And throw stones at people like me, who tried to tell them that they mustn't hang elves and basically try to side with elves verbally or physically.

Do not travel there alone. The locals can be rather dangerous to a lone traveller..

Hoihe Dacino

[Maverick 40]

He looked up to the skies and saw the falcon circling overhead. "Come friend", he cried out and the falchon swooped down to rest upon his arm. He took the last of the scouts reports held in a note held in a pouch tied around it's neck. His eyes glowered as he read the note, their fears it seemed came to be realized.

Those gathered around him waited for word. "It tis the Zhentarim, they patrol the north", he stated and he heard the dwarf give a slight growl. There behind him stood a stout heavily armored dwarf and the half-blood he called brother by law. "What do I tell my people.....", he asked and looked to each before finishing, "do we move to battle".

His voice sounded near venomous, the thoughts of the Zhentarim's actions to kill his people and turn that human town of Triel into rubble still fresh in his mind. The two men beside him offered their answers and Laisren quilled a response message and bid the bird of prey fair winds, they were going to battle........

They had split up into battalions, to pass from the west and the other from the north. They had hoped to catch these Zhentarim before they might make contact with the Orcs who were once their machine of their destruction. The elves had passed through the north and come to the to the what had now become a battle field, as dead orcs and humans lined the road. Laisren paused and gave orders to his people, each knowing there job well, each trained and battle hardened.

Suddenly a great wind swept over the fields and a blot of the moon light drove them all to sudden defense. They then saw the great fear of many a fey blood creature, as the Green Draon roared through the sky. The elves saw it move off to the south and where it did land, lay the camp of their enemy. They knew then, that this threat was more terrible than they had anticipated.

They remained paused, arrows notched and blades at the ready as one single human approached from the south and sought council. He asked for the leader of their war party but no one gave response until Laisren stepped forward. "What do you want?", the elf asked to which the man replied, "The Imperceptor wishes speak with the leader of you party!".

"Then tell him to come forward and we shall speak", Laisren retorted. "He would meet you on the field before our camps, he will come alone and asks you do the same!", the man replied giving pause to the elves. They all looked to Laisren, stating it was a trap but the elf nodded, "Tell him I will meet him when the Moon next reaches it's zenith" he stated and the human walked off.

The elves set camp and waited, each taking turn on watch while some whom were able took reverie. Then night came, they lit the fire and set smoke into the air. The night was chill but most were rangers, highly trained and prepared for the rigors of the wild. No, this was not why they lit such a large fire. That was meant for the others, the dwarves and others rallied by Master Dolinar and Mealir Ostriel. It was not long now, before the moon would reach it's Zenith and they prayed that the elve's reinforcements would now be on the march.

Laisren prepared himself, calling out the words in arcane to make him near impervious to harm and conceal himself within shadow. He walked out to the field before the two camps, as he did he searched around for signs of foul play. He saw none, then he came before the human whom he knew to be the enemy to all his people, to free people everywhere and this man simply smiled a cruel grin toward him.

"Why have you come here elf?", the human stated. "I come to tell you to lay down your arms and move on from these lands, in this we might avoid bloodshed", Laisren stated. The man nearly laughed at this, "Why would you seek to stop us from hunting these Orcs?", he asked amused. "You hunt the Orcs?", Laisren asked though he already knew the answer. "Yes, we wish to see the township of Triel returned to it's former prosperity, do you not see we have all our bows and men pointed to the north", the man spoke and though the man did sound earnest, the elf knew to well the motives of ones such as these.

"Then why did you bring the Orcs here?", the elf asked to which the man scoffed, "What, you think these beasts are ours?". The elf stared at the man with a great malevolence for he knew ones such as he drove these beasts to destroy the lands he once called home, the very beasts that laid waste to the township of Triel, nearly killing he and his allies. This man was aware of all this but Laisren also knew something that the Human did not think he did, "Then tell me, why did you send those men disguised as mercenaries of Soubar to undermine the towns defense, if you wished it kept whole?", he stated in a cold tone.

Then as the man's eyes grew to slits, Laisren heard the reinforcements coming from the west. He waited for the man to answer but nothing was forth coming. Laisren knew any answer the man gave now would be a lie and so in one motion he unstrapped the bow from his back, notched an arrow and pointed it to they sky. "You have one last chance to answer, to avoid bloodshed", the elf shouted no longer looking at the man but up at the sky.
"Let us discuss this once you have helped us.......", the man began to speak but he was not able to finish before Laisren let fly the arrow which flamed into the night.

Laisren turned to give one last malevolent look toward the man and then slipped back into the shadows. He backpedaled toward his party as he felt the gentle wind and heard the gentle footsteps of elven archers moving by him, unseen but for the keenest of senses. They were going to rain death upon the Zhentarim, he paused to issue forth a single arcane ward to make turn his slender frame into an instrument of war, entered back into the shadows and followed his archers foot steps.

Just as he did he heard the first volley fly over the field to strike the encampment and a great war cry from the Dwarven commander Dolinar as he and his battalion rushed forward. Then hell followed, the kind of hell that only a soldier might know. He crept ever closer, as the barricade loomed ever larger until he was near the gate and then he saw his target. It was a young dragon that burst forth from the gate with elven arrows stuck within it's think hide.

It broke into the open field after those who had impaled it with these arrows and Laisren knew it must be stopped. He broke from the shadows and caught stride with it, slashing for it's tendons and attempting to expose it's flank but it's hide was too thick. It stopped though and wheeled back toward him, swiping out with one of it's giant claws. Laisren tumbled backward and enter the shadows once more.

The beast confused drew fire down upon the area before it but Laisren already had move behind the beast and slashed forth with his blades again. This time he stuck one blade between it's thick scales exposing a wound. This hearty beast could not be bested by such minor wounds but Laisren fought on as he had been trained by his master, the N'Vhaelarn. He danced as much as much as fought, evading, slashing and then disappearing into thin air only to reappear behind the beast to slash once more.

He did not have time to see what else happened around him but suddenly others joined him and the beast began to succumb to it's wounds. He and his allies chased the beast back into the confines of it's camp when suddenly a great arcane power burst all around them, killing some of them instantly and stealing the life force of those whom remained. Laisren stopped and then saw a throng of Zhentarim break before him, a dark cowled wizard at the rear riding a wave of dark warriors and assassins charging out.

He regrouped himself and sought out his next target but as he scanned the field he saw only his allies fighting a desperate struggle to survive. He saw Lady Laya of Doron fighting a terrible battle with a black knight wielding a great sword, slashing it before him as if it were a mere knife. He broke for Laya , watching her fight bravely to take her foe but time began to slow and he strained to hasten himself as if in some cruel dream. Then suddenly he was there and dove into the giant knight from behind, slashing out to drive his blades between the gaps in the armor.

Blood flowed from the wounds and as the knight began to turn Laya drove home her blade into the exposed wound in his back, killing the knight in a great spray of blood. Laisren did not even turn to look at her, he looked back to the field and saw the Wizard finally out within the open. He slunk into the shadows so as not to be seen, he heard the cries of his friends but he knew there was nothing he could do now but fight on.

Just as he came before the dark cowled sorcerer, the being blasted out negative energy was more to take the life essence from those near and Laisren winced in great pain but he persisted. He came upon this malevolent force and drove his blade with all his strength toward the center of it's chest but in this he did err. The blade swiped through air and the image of the wizard turned upon him. It called forth a pool of acid but Laisren's reflexes had been honed over years of training to the point of clairvoyance and he tumbled away but this left him open as two assassins drove down upon him.

The first assassin set upon one of his own mirrored images but the second nearly struck her blade deep within his belly, if it not for his skin being stone itself. Laisren moved to create distance but it was to late for he heard the great roar of the true beast and the ground beneath his feet quaked. He felt a giant gust of wind that nearly knocked him to the ground but he caught his balance and began to run. The assassins took chase but they could not catch him as he ran desperately.

That was when he felt the shadow over take the moon light and the giant claw rip down through his thigh to pin him to the ground. He cried out in great agony and dropped his twin swords. Laisren clawed out with the palms of his hands, trying to crawl away but he was pinned. It was then that he felt the giant beasts out breath blowing down upon and felt it's acid drool slopping across his back singeing his back. He grimaced and closed his eyes when he heard the beast growl in a language he did not understand, feeling the alternating heat of it's breath between it's words. He knew what was to come next......

Suddenly he heard a voice shout out, "What are you doing, they are getting away!!". Then he felt the beast rear up behind him, it cried out angrily in that same language and then just as it suddenly appeared, drew out it's claw and launched into flight. A giant gust of wind was the last thing that Laisren felt and it was gone. He slowly and painfully looked up to see the bodies of his allies strewn out across the field, pools of blood everywhere.

He sank his head to the ground and resolved himself to finally let pass. He hoped it would be enough, enough to stem the flood of darkness from these northern lands, at least for a time. It did not matter any longer, he could only now prepare for his god to purge him of his sins, he hoped that this would not count amongst them. That was when he felt a grasp grab his belt and yank him up. "Move, now!!!", it said in elven but he could not tell who it was.

He was then moving, being more dragged slowly and quietly threw the fields of dead bodies back towards the north. He began to limp on his one good leg, he resigned to live this day but he would never forget it. He looked back one last time across the field, not for the rest of his long life...........

((to be edited))

[Maverick 40]

Laisren limped on one leg back into the camp. He was being helped by Feralyn and Mendel, who laid him back down by the fire before Saline. Laisren grimaced in pain as he was lowered slowly, having not had time to properly treat his leg, it still throbbed and gushed blood from around the bandages set by his fellow Rangers.

He looked over to Saline who gave him both a look of concern and anger. "What have you done?", she asked as several other elves were seen limping in the campsite just as badly wounded. Laisren pulled back his hood, looked up to her with his one good eye and in a painful effort used his arms to drag his limp leg up to his chest. "The Zhentarim are preparing for war with the Orcs and will take the town soon....", Laisren said while pulling a knife from his belt, pushing it's blade into the embers of the fire.

"What?", Saline asked as suddenly seeing the Laisren's pain turned her discontent into concern for her husband. She knelled by him and stroked his cheek, while he stared at the knife carefully. "So, why are our men wounded, why are you wounded?", she asked now in tone of concern. "We were with our allies, we couldn't allow those villians to stand gaining access to Triel", he said in a stoic tone. "They would then control Soubar, Triel and all of the northern trade roads", he began and then finished, "this can not be allowed to happen, our forest would be surrounded by those slavers and we would be cut off from our allies".

Saline looked at him and shook her head in dismay at his response, though she offered no words to rebuke him. Laisren turned his eye to her and this normally stoic elf seemingly deflated before her gaze. He turned back to the knife, taking it from the fire with one hand and removing the bandage from his leg with the other, watching it begin to bleed profusely. Without looking at Saline he says, "My mentor once told me, our people are all but forgotten and turned to shadows".

Laisren looked around before finishing "Now this darkness comes.....", Laisren says returning to his stoic tone, "and centuries from now, I wonder if there will be room for shadows if what little light we cling to is blotted out." "I fear I am only what I have been trained to be", he said while gritting his teeth and shoving the blunt end of the blade into his wound. The agonizing growl he let out as he screamed up to the sky set the wolves in the nearby moor to howl in reply.

Then he went silent and fell into unconscious, as did the moor around him........

[Maverick 40]

Slender masked figures can be seen entering the northern roads from the High Moor. They move briskly and with purpose. While their strides are resolute and bold, it can be seen that they are keenly watching their surrounding with agitation. They do not move to converse with any upon the road.

[Hoihe]

A letter in an envelope is stuck to one of the stone pillars in the stone circle Hoihe often visited to meet with elves. The letter is apparently addressed to Laisren, or Mendel if the other is not available. Whether will it be read or not, or would it be brought to Laisren's attention is a mystery.



((PM sent to EDE, containing the contents of the letter. The letter is at the mercy of whatever person from EDE gets their hands on it!))

[Hoihe]

Hoihe Dacino approaches the stone circle used by the En Dharasha with a letter in his hands, sealed with the obligatory dragon and Uroboros he usually seals letters with. His familiar, the cat named Alquedrah follows in his footsteps. Hoihe scans the area for any elves, and upon finding none around at this time, steps forward to the pillar the En Dharasha use for their transportation. He speaks out to his cat:

"Al, can you stay here and hold my letter? You should intercept any elves of the En Dharasha coming there and hand over the letter. Hmm, Here! This will serve as an explanation" - said Hoihe as he wrote up a piece of paper which he stuck to the said pillar. It reads:

"Take the letter the cat carries to the Faernsuora and the Ahrn'Kerym. The letter is important, make haste with its delivery.

Thank you,

-Reader Hoihe Dacino of Candlekeep

"

The cat then hides, and Hoihe walks away. The cat will intercept any incoming elves looking to use the pillar.

((Letter sent as a PM to the EDE.

[mrm3ntalist]

Mendel returns from his daiy patrol and spots the cat standing there. He grins a bit as he doesnt like cats much, but then notices the letter. Recognizing Hoihe's seal on the letter, immediately pictures him in a dress, like he saw him a couple of nights ago and laughs.

After reading the first lines of the letter, the smile vanishes from his face, recognizing the importance. Once done, he folds the letter and sends a wood elf ranger to inform Syren, Shynt, Ferallyn and Slade of the matter.

He has heard of this Azmodeth's antics before, but didnt bother since she stayed out of their way. It seems things have changed now....

[Hoihe]

The cat meows at Mendel, poking his boots as he reads the letter. It chews on the air, as if wanting food!