08-13-2013, 07:46 PM
Mordentshire
April 16th, 746 BC - Early Evening
It starts as a small tremor through the city. Soon the buildings and streets themselves tremble and it is almost as if they protest.
In less than two minutes it is over. Done. All through the lands, the same phenomenon occurs, lasting less than two minutes.
Elsewhere - same evening
Looking at the crystal ball takes all of his attention. Once the tremors stop, the man stands and paces slowly. Thinking. Who has dared play with the demiplane itself? That old fool from Darkon? Dolt! He should know better than to try. No fear, I shall send someone to the center of the disturbance and discover this folly.
His mind reaches out, over the miles of the mountains to Krezk. "Go to Mordentshire. Now. Find what you may about this disturbance and report back in the usual manner. Bring me the old doctor. I tire of his prying."
He was indeed sorry for having left the man read what he shouldn't have been permitted to read. His plan is now put into motion. Those hunters had meddled in his affairs for the last time. It was time to put a stop to them. He wouldn't kill them. That was too easy. Making them his slaves would be a perfect revenge for all the trouble they'd caused. Van Richten was the first on the list.
"Yes Master," comes the reply.
April 16th, 746 BC - Early Evening
It starts as a small tremor through the city. Soon the buildings and streets themselves tremble and it is almost as if they protest.
In less than two minutes it is over. Done. All through the lands, the same phenomenon occurs, lasting less than two minutes.
Elsewhere - same evening
Looking at the crystal ball takes all of his attention. Once the tremors stop, the man stands and paces slowly. Thinking. Who has dared play with the demiplane itself? That old fool from Darkon? Dolt! He should know better than to try. No fear, I shall send someone to the center of the disturbance and discover this folly.
His mind reaches out, over the miles of the mountains to Krezk. "Go to Mordentshire. Now. Find what you may about this disturbance and report back in the usual manner. Bring me the old doctor. I tire of his prying."
He was indeed sorry for having left the man read what he shouldn't have been permitted to read. His plan is now put into motion. Those hunters had meddled in his affairs for the last time. It was time to put a stop to them. He wouldn't kill them. That was too easy. Making them his slaves would be a perfect revenge for all the trouble they'd caused. Van Richten was the first on the list.
"Yes Master," comes the reply.
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