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Luthen tilted his head in a nod as they came upon the final turn. His fingers quickly flickering. Be loud, draw as many eyes as possible, and most importantly, don't get caught. They couldn't afford the time it would take to break anyone out. Neus was a foreign country, and although the Boyar...

Luthen stood in a small dark alcove in the dead end. He was cloaked by shadows pinned by the moon, his eyes flickering slowly forward as he watched Vittoria rushed quickly towards him. Two guards chased almost immediately behind her, half a dozen more following soon after. Eight would not be...

Even with the map they had, this would be difficult. The Keep was a winding labyrinth filled with traps, and as they had observed earlier the Guards of this fortress were not the ordinary sort. As he studied the small map they had made Luthen rubbed fingers gently through his beard. Vittoria...

Initiate Marcia is correct. They knew now what they needed, and what stood in their way. Doubling back tonight would give them some semblance of surprise. There was little doubt that the Boyar had already guessed that the artifact they sought was the very one she was using to acquire her power...

"Erlysk." The man breathed out to Alistair's question, confirming it was the village they themselves had passed through. Briefly Luthen wondered if there were more battling the same plague. It seemed likely, Neus was more decentralized than Vel Anir, but towns still spotted the countryside...

Welcome

The Pieces fell into place just seconds before Marcia spoke. His lips brows drawing together as a frown pulled at his lips. It was only a theory of course, they had barely enough knowledge about the situation to string even this together...but it made sense. If it was not monsters or men, then...

The man seemed to nod his head at Alistair, though kept himself at bay from Vittoria. Still clearly weary of the Anirian's standing before him. As Marcia spoke, Luthen tilted his head in a nod at the girls words. You are not wrong. He signed quickly. But experience tells me that such events...

Luthen could see the panic within the man lessen as he slowly began to approach. The aura which hung around the elder Dreadlord doing it's work of spreading calm and trust. Still, as Alistair spoke, the man seemed to flinch. His eyes flickering up towards the younger Dreadlord, and then slowly...

Unlike the rest of them, Luthen did not draw his sword. The weapon remained in it's place on his pack as he threw it to the ground. His heavy winter clothes shifting slightly as he began to step forward directly behind Alistair. Slowly the Dreadlords began to press forward, their boots echoing...

Their journey for the rest of the day was a quiet one, though as the sun began to shift the cold became ever more present. Frost flickered onto their clothing as they rode through the deeper parts of the valley, wind pressing against their forms. At one point even the horses began to shiver...

Luthen grinned at Vittoria. You remind me of someone I grew up with. The Elder Dreadlord said, reminiscing about his old friend Kyra. She had passed in his time 'away', lost to a brief conflict with the Elves of Leth'Lorel. She had been a vicious woman, though far more upbeat than Vittoria...

As they stepped outside, Luthen listened carefully. Smiling slightly at Vittoria's response. Her method was not too dissimilar from one that he might have taken at her age, when he'd been more brash. It was their way after all. Vel Anir had forged them into hammers, but to Marcia's...

"Take what is yours? Surely if it is in our land, then it is the property of the Tsar." Luthen had known the words were coming. Walking into someone else's nation and claiming you were there to take was never exactly the best point of diplomacy. Yet the Republic had deemed it important to be up...

Luthen flashed the Initiate's a brief smile, and then turned his attention back towards the Guards. Both men seemed about as enthused as bricks when Alistair spoke, but the man on the left slowly took a step forward from his statuesque position. "Da." Was the answer received. "You have been...