"The Errandir Saga"

The following deals with the capture of our toror' Errandir by the drow high priestess Arielana, and the subsequent rescue attempt. At the time of the first story, Errandir has already been captured, and we are trying to locate him.

"The Messenger"

The aura of evil was pervasive. As he approached the door to the surface, Cat could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Strongbow stopped, the two feelings were.. separate.. distinct.. but who?.... He closed his eyes and concentrated on nothing.. everything.. using the blind-fighting technique Strick had taught him, he centered his being, and then began to slowly.. methodically began to reach out with his thoughts.. SORRIL! ...(Errandir?)... The image was astonishingly quick to his mind! So vivid.. so strong.. and so painful it staggered Strongbow. He fell to his knees clutching his head in both hands, the image of his friend falling to the floor strangely coinciding with his own, as he too fell to his side... but he did not lose conscienceness. He only wished that he had. Cat just remained where he was several minutes until he could sit up. His head hurt alarmingly, he had never experienced a link of that magnitude before.. the power was... frightening.. Sorril?.. His mind was cloudy, but he knew what he would do. Since there was no action, and no word, he would see to Sorril. This was serious.. and at least he knew where Sorril was... perhaps he could find another set of eyes here..

Strongbow rose shakily, and reached out to the wall to steady himself, still groggy from the telepathic blast. "I must rest first..get to the..inn.." Steadying himself, taking a deep breath, Cat made his way to the surface.

The door to the Guilded Horseshoe had never looked so good, and Strongbow wasn't feeling any better. His strength was drained and his head still pounded. He tried to focus. As he reached for the handle, the door opened and Cat nearly fell as he stumbled forward into a departing customer. Strong arms caught him.. he was fading fast.. he looked up and grasped the mans shoulders.."..a Harper?...It is you! ..Sorril!.. ..help me...Krolen.. I need rest.. need to talk.. get me to a room....pleeaassse.." And with that Strongbow dreamed unpleasant dreams.....

Strongbow awoke to the sound of battle. Swords clashed in the distance, and thunder reverberated throughout the room.... the room?...
Cat tried to sit up. Again war broke out, Storm Giants hurled bolts of lightning to land in the center of his head. "....pela ..tanya ...tampa aiguldur..." he muttered, and sank back down. The sword clashing was merely silverware being joustled, and the thunder, voices outside the room. All of his senses seemed to be magnified, not like one imagines after a night of heavy drinking, but an actual heightening of his perceptions. He closed his eyes again. He could almost see the kitchen area of the inn by just thinking in that direction.. and the voices! They ehoed in his brain.. so many.. he tried drawing his thoughts inward to himself.... and the voices gradually subsided. And then he sensed a presence.
"Friend Strongbow?.. ye awake? Are ye alright?.. " The man's voice was soft, just above a whisper.
Cat's eyes fluttered open. "Argh, dont shout man..." He glanced in the direction of the voice and squinted, trying to focus. His eyes found a figure seated in a chair across the room from him.... What was he doing in my room?.. My room?
"...uummm..awake?... I think so.... alright? No, definitely not.....I feel like someone hurled me into the Abyss, and they missed..." Strongbow tried to laugh. It hurt badly, but he felt better afterwards.
"Where am I...? ...Who are you..? ..How did you find me...What the hell happened?.."
Krolen smiled at his slightly addled friend. "Aye Cat, one at a time shall we? As for where y'are, yer at the Guilded Horseshoe Inn, in Long Saddle. Who I am is Krolen Silverwind, of The Harpers Guild, and ye found me, not t'other way around. The last question ye must answer yerself m'friend, for I have no knowledge of what 'as happened to ye, only that ye asked me to help, and bring ye here."
"mmm.. I see.. did I say anything else?.. Where did you find me?.."
"Ye stumbled into the stables just as I was leavin, barely said two words and passed out.. right in me arms, so I brought ye here. Ye mentioned that fellow ..Sorril.. I think th.."
"Sorril?.. Argh!" Pain shot through Strongbows mind as he fell back onto the bed."Ooooh.. that was not good.." Cat lay silent for a moment, he thought of Sorril. Suddenly, he was flying! In his minds eye, he could see Long Saddle dissappear behind him. His thoughts raced ahead, trees, hills and rivers shot past at an incredible rate of speed, unerringly towards Neverwinter Woods. Down, through the trees to the guild hall, through an open window, a darkened hallway, a turn, another, a door. Sorril! He was still as Strongbow had last seen him, in a heap on the rug, unmoving.
Cat broke the contact and struggled to sit up. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts and turned to Krolen.

"I must ask a great favor of you. I have no right, as I apparently already owe you my life. But I must ask you to go see about my friend Sorril. I fear for his life. I am in no condition to go and haste is needed. I know where he is and will give you directions and instructions for him after you find him.. besides, I feel he'll need a cleric not a mage when you do. I will do as I told Tizer I would, and remain here, recuperate, and continue to watch. It shouldn't be too much longer.. But, I can only ask, you must make the choice."

"Beware of drow bearing gifts..."

The sargtlin after seeing to the faeries health, returned him to his chains. They had to shorten some of it due to the fact that the jabbuk had shortened one arm by cutting it off. The fey elf groaned as he was handled noe too gently, but he would survive his ordeal. After seeing that he was secured, they picked up the bloody appendage and moved from the room. One remained outside the door at his post, while the older one moved up the twisting stairways.

Upon reaching the ground level, he moved outside the house, then strode into the tunnel leading to the mainland side of the compound. Thirty minutes later he entered the barracks of the common soldiery, where he found twenty sargtlin to deliver the arm as was bid. Already the appendage was stiffeing while changing colors due to loss of circulation. By the time it reached it's destination, naut even the finest healer in the realms would be able to restore it. Passing along Zac's instructions, along with the "gift", the older house sargtlin returned to his post.

The chosen soon began to pack their gear for the journey, even twenty well armed and trained Ilythiieri would move cautiously through the underdark. Two hours later, they strode forth from the city, into the maze of tunnels that was their world.

For two weeks they traveled, moving slowly and with great care. Already three of their number had fell, victims of a hook horror they stumbled upon. while the bodies were left to rot or be eaten by creatures. their weapons, money and such were taken by those still alive. but by the end of that day, they had at last found the tunnel leading to the surface. The brightness caused them to delay for several hours, as they waited for darkness to fall. When at last it was dark enough, they stepped out into the night above, then began filtering through the woods.

Their destination had led them to the woods near the town of Longsaddle. There they would begin their search for the elusive Tizer. Travelling only by night, they would listen near windows, and doorways. Seeking to deliver their grizzly gift.

Zacnefear d' Dur'Eben

"The Arm"

It had been just a little over two weeks since Strongbow had sent Krolen to help his friend Sorril. To Cat, it seemed like two months. His frequent patrols had still turned up nothing. His sendings likewise provided no real clues.. only a brief stabbing pain in his arm and a lingering thought of Errandir.. very curious.. but the distance was too great.. it was torture most likely.. no, he was not here.. yet.

He reviewed what he knew of his enemy, their habits, likes, dislikes, and typical battle tactics. If they do come, he thought, it will be under the cover of night, and by a secret way. So, he too would become a creature of the night. Perhaps this slight change of tactics would net some results. A week later, he was not disappointed.

A scream pierced the night ahead of him. Strongbow dropped to the ground immediately. He closed his eyes and sent out his wizard's sight slowly, cautiously. It could be a ruse... it was no secret that he was here...or why. And the "damsel in distress" trap was a typical Drow ploy.. lure someone in and then the rest would converge on the unsuspecting victim. He'd seen and experienced it before. Yes! About fifty yards or so ahead were four Drow warriors, and someone or something bound to a tree. As he started to pull his sight back to begin to search the perimeter, three figures burst in on the four dark-skinned soldiers from the far side of the clearing. It was the other Elves! Damn! He had told them to wait... the idiots.. heroic idiots, but foolish ones. As they closed with the four drow soldiers, Strongbow noticed movement coming from behind and around the the three elves. They would be surrounded in seconds! Severing the link, Cat opened his steel-grey eyes and began to chant as he moved forward. His red glassteel longsword slid from it's sheath with silent ease as the spirit of the Bladesinger overtook him. Strongbow danced into the clearing singing a woeful song of death, the ruby blade flashed in hypnotic crimson arcs, his left hand glowing with power, tracing the intricate patterns of sorcery. The combatants were momentarily caught off guard by the eerie sounds and motions of the Bladesong, and his dance had brought him into a strategic position. Twin strokes of arcane energy burst forth from Strongbow's palm, taking in the area between the tree and the three surrounded Elves. When the ozone laden smoke had cleared, over half of the Drow patrol's complement lay in smoking ruin. He counted seven left. As if the lightning bolt had been a signal, the fighting resumed.

Cat sprung forward as two of his three elven companions were downed by ebon blades. Enraged, he cried out, "I am Strongbow Firehand, Bladesinger of the Tel'Mithrim, and warrior of Corellon. Learn to your dismay how I got my name and feel my Lord's wrath!" He stopped within a yard of the closest of the Dur' Eben soldiers. Tiny balls of fire sped from his fingertips striking four of the seven in the chest. As the targeted Drow warriors looked down, the small spheres of fire spread to engulf their entire bodies in blue and scarlet flames. They fell screaming and rolling on the ground, but the flames would not go out. One by one they went limp, nothing but smoldering ash remaining. A single warrior detached himself from the battle and held something aloft. As Strongbow realized what it was, a familiar stabbing pain ripped through his shoulder, stunning him for several seconds. It was Errandir's arm! The sargtlin smiled and yelled, "A gift for Tizer! From my Illharess, Arielana of Dur' Eben," and hurled the arm in Strongbow's direction. He then turned and fired his two hand crossbows at the last remaining elf's back.

Strongbow looked down at the severed arm, then looked up and stared evenly into the sargtlin's red eyes and stated coldly, "I will indeed take Tizer your gift. But I am afraid you will not be returning to tell of its deliverance. But know you this before you die. We will find the snake hole that you crawled out of, and after flushing it out, plug it!" Cat grasped his ruby-red glassteel blade with both hands, it was time to teach them a new dance, the dance of steel.

"The Rites of War"

The brass brazier smoldered. Pungent, acrid plumes of sulphurous smoke wafted from it, filling the meditation room with their odor. Sitting cross-legged with eyes closed in the lotus position, the outside world did not exist for Strongbow Firehand. His voyage, was a sojourn of the mind. A cleansing of the body. And, a strengthening of the soul.

The three days of meditation had cleared his mind, and now the dojo resounded as Strongbow performed kata after kata. Sweat drenched the heavy practice tunic, and the wooden bokken was slippery in his grasp, but still he did not quit. Twelve uninterrupted hours later, some water, a quick nap, and he was at it again. The air crackled with the arcane energies being expended, and the walls bore the scars of his fury as he battled unseen foes.

The strenuous workouts continued for three more days. Exhausted, Strongbow finally took a well-deserved rest. When he awoke on the seventh day, the final preparations began. He opened the secret door known only to him and one other, and descended the stairs to his lab. There, the warrior-mage began sifting through various alchemical ingredients until he had gathered what he needed. Mixing, measuring, checking and rechecking, in a few hours he was done. In his hand he held a small vial containing a special ink to be used to write runes of power and protection for the upcoming battle. He took one last look. Satisfied, Strongbow returned with the vial to his lair above.

He went outside to find the elf-maiden Rayella, he needed her help for the application of the runes, for her skill in runic magic was considerable. At first, he could not find her.. then, he heard a screech from overhead. Looking up he saw a strange but familiar pair, and Strongbow smiled. Rayella, in albino-silver dragon form, and Elwing, his silver-winged griffon, were playing a game of tag in the clouds. Amused, he hated to break it up, but there were matters of import to attend to and little time in which to accomplish them. He contacted Ray's mind gently, "A'mael, it is time." He then whistled for Elwing, and abruptly the pair dove to the earth. He walked up to the large griffon, patting his neck, "Were you having fun my friend?"
"Skerak ss krra kooorskraa!", cried the griff plaintively.
Grinning, Cat replied, "Ahhh.. not playing fair was she? Well, I suppose that's a matter of opinion, but I'll speak to her," he winked at Rayella, " Go now, and find yourself some lunch!"
Casting a scathing glance at his now-elven tormentor, Elwing took flight in search of prey, then Strongbow and Rayella returned arm in arm to the lair.

The pair entered the meditation/altar room. Strongbow, with an armful of items, and Rayella with several quills and the small vial of magical ink. They began placing the items on the small altar, a cloak, a golden ring, a pair of finely wrought bracers, a blue crystal wand, the vial of ink, and lastly, a ruby-red glassteel longsword. The two knelt before the item-laden altar, bowed their heads, and Strongbow started intoning the words of prayer.

"Corellon, father of all Elvenkind, I beseech thee! Bless these items I have lain before you, that they may serve me better to smite thine enemies and emerge victorious in our upcoming battle! I would ask also, heavenly Father, that your son, Tethrin, god of the Bladesingers, might bestow his special blessings upon my blade, so that it will strike unerringly, and cause fear in the hearts of our foes. This I would ask my Lord, not for myself, but for my toror, Errandir, who has suffered greatly at the hands of the Drow, and must be avenged! Father, hear my prayer, so mote it be."

As Strongbow spoke the last words, a low hum began to resound in the small room.. and a pale blue glow began to form around the items resting on the altar. As they watched in awe, each item in turn, levitated of its own accord off the altar and sparkled internally with a divine light. When the last of them had ceased to shine, Strongbow knew it was time to begin the final preparations. He stood and removed his tunic and breeches. Dressed in only a loincloth, Strongbow whispered to Rayella, "You may begin, melamin, I am ready." The beautiful Elven maiden went to the altar and retrieved the now glowing vial of specially prepared ink, and taking up one of the quills, began etching runes of power and protection onto her ashke's body. Starting at his neck, his chest and back, and both legs were covered with the graceful magical script that Rayella knew so well. When she was finished, she left the room, then returned moments later with clothing made especially for this occasion, and began to dress Strongbow. Then the items were donned in order: Bracers, ring, cloak, the wand tucked into the azure blue sash, and the sword. Finally, Strongbow nodded to his beloved, and she finished by applying the war paint that would strike the dischord of fear into any who beheld him. Rayella stepped back and gasped, "There Ashke'! Now you will strike terror into the heart of any creature who dares stand against you. You shall fight unerringly now."

Strongbow did not speak, but only smiled grimly. The Bladesinger was ready for war.

"It Begins...."

At last... they had arrived. Strongbow had glimpsed the flight of the Drow off and on for days. His mind's eye catching fragments in the moments that the shields had weakened. Other ways there were to observe them... but he cared not. That he knew where they were was enough.... that Errandir was still alive.. THAT was what mattered.. He smiled inwardly at the thought that the fauruk's mind had missed his presence.. instead focusing on Krolen.. The kidnapping had indeed unsettled him.. so much the better.

Strongbow stood and slid his sword from its sheath... his features hardened.. only twenty-four hours. He opened the door to his room and stepped out into the half-light of the torches. Zacnefear was standing at the far end of the hallway, twirling his twin blades.. it was time for the battle of wills.. Strongbow smiled inwardly.. he knew the faeruk would have to leave, to descend to the altar.. So he would test Zacnefear's patience.. Cat's steel-grey eyes caught the faeruks and did not waver, in a steady voice he spoke, " I had an interesting meet with your Illharess in my room earlier..." he let this sink in... Zac flinched, no doubt wondering how his charge had left and returned unnoticed.. Strongbow grinned slightly.. and continued, "Aye, we talked..about many things.. even you.. faeruk, then she made the near fatal mistake of attempting to draw her dagger, so I asked her to leave.. to return to your 'watchful' protection... nay, worry not Zacnefear, she was not harmed, but know this: I shall probably be the first Elf you see at the altar, and hopefully, Corellon willing, I will also be the last...."

With that he spoke no more, the vigil had begun.. He would stand here and watch until they left, then, at the appointed hour, he would descend, to battle...

"The Battle for Errandir"
A personal perspective.

Strongbow watched Arielana's entourage leave the inn. The heated exchange of a moment ago had only served to fuel the fire of hatred between them. And now he had to wait... give them their precious time. He never was much good at that waiting thing.. but he had given his word.. he would not break it. Very soon after, more and more of Tel'Mithrim began arriving, Tizer, Graywolf, Swordmaster, Vailant, Starrbolt, Laerithil, and Bloodglade, to name but a few, along with allies far too numerous for a mere mortal to remember. It was time. Space was getting tight, and tempers were flaring.. Suddenly Strongbow heard Vailant yell, "I'll meet ya' at the gate!" and his friend ran out the door.. so, sensing an escape route out of this claustrophobic hell, the Cat was out the door before it got halfway closed!

At the door to the dungeon they paused, for about a second, then plunged through the floor to the leggy welcoming comittee below. That is when things started to happen.. bad things man... bad things. Strongbow had eliminated most of the driders with a cloudkill, and was waiting for Vailant, while watching Torm battle the remorhaz up ahead. How Torm got there, Cat couldn't say, but one minute he's there, and the next minute, he's gone! Just vanished! And he knew that Torm hadn't been swallowed. Then Vailant yelled, "Look out below!", and the world froze.

Strongbow awoke at the inn once again.. a little fuzzy but totally intact. Nalynn was there! She was asking something.. about.. where their.. friends were..Cat still wondered where he was.. he quickly agreed to lead Nalynn under.. this time leaving nothing to chance. When he arrived on the second floor, there were no driders.. only five morons laughing at a remorhaz to big to fit through the door, so sensing a need to end this quickly, the Cat ran right past the five fools and slew the poor, ridiculed, defenseless beast before they could stop him. It was the right thing to do. The pair then proceeded without any futher interference until they reached the crowded area outside the altar room. A force seemed to tear at them, orders were shouted, Strongbow heard a voice, ..Bloodglade?.. "Cat, get in there!" Cat tried, again and again to get through, and on a final push, wound up on the other side of the wrong door and almost into another fight! Strongbow tried to get back through the door, but there were just too many people.. only one thing occurred to him then.. go to the holder room, take it, and hold it until they come.. so he snuck past the fight in his way and proceeded to the exit. But they never came.. one other did, and fled.

Arielana.. Zacnefear.. you have not won. You have but gained time. A little precious time, and only postponed the inevitable.

Errandir, I have failed you toror, I am sorry. This only strengthens my resolve...

We were never able to free Errandir, due to the Fall of Neverwinter. There was one other meeting between Strongbow and Arielana of note, and that is the last entry.

"Return to Longsaddle"

Strongbow walked through the woods with his companions, feeling very happy, and secure in the knowledge that he had helped Riklaun recover his honor and take his place once again as Swordmaster. As they continued on, Strongbow started thinking about his research again.. when suddenly he wondered, " If that scrap was there in the altar room, what else might I have missed?" He mused over this for a while and then stopped. "Melloneamin.. I must take my leave of you.. I have to go back to Longsaddle. It's just a feeling mind you.. but I've long since learned to trust my instincts, so I must go. You two take care and stay well."
Strongbow bowed to his Swordmaster. "Sensei?.. Welcome back!" He clasped Riklaun in a brotherly hug and smiled. "You will hear from me shortly."
"Nal? Make sure he gets to the Dojo safe and sound will you arwenamin?" He grinned at Nalynn and winked.
She grinned back. "Certainly Cat.. I won't let him out of my sight, I promise."
"It is well then,.. Namaarie you two.. I will see you in a while.." With that, Strongbow pulled his hood up over his head and disappeared into the woods..

Cat arrived in Longsaddle without much difficulty. So intent was he on reaching his destination, that he carefully avoided most of the monsters he encountered, and quickly dispatched those that were foolish enough to persist in chasing him.

The Guilded Horseshoe was fairly quiet. Strongbow strode to the bar and ordered a glass of Fey wine when he felt a familiar presence. He turned slowly in the direction of a corner table.. it was she! Arielana! Why was she here?... Cat's steel-grey eyes met her firey orbs without a flinch. He calmed himself mentally and spoke, "So Illharess... we meet again, black-hearted priestess of Lloth."

"Xas Strongbow, and dos will rue this day." She snarled, her hand straying to her black dagger's hilt.
Cat noted the move without concern. "Possibly.. but not in this place Drow." He indicated the door with his eyes..
"Use the wisdom your goddess gave you Arielana, and move your hand away from your dagger slowly..." he showed no trace of fear when he spoke the words, their gazes still locked in a mental battle of wills.
"Nau Cat, not until dos heart lies beating on Usstan's altar.." she replied with an evil grin.
Strongbow's tone was flat, emotionless."You will be disappointed I am afraid, for I have no time for you right now, ..perhaps later.. do not let me catch you alone out of this place, for you will not survive the meeting.. " He quickly downed his drink and left. The Drow priestess made as if to reply, but Strongbow was already out the door... Angry at his insolence, Arielana rose, not bothering to finish her spiced wine, and left, curious as to what would make Strongbow pass up an opportunity to confront her. She followed him to the entrance to the dungeons under the city, staying in the shadows undetected. What was he up to?.... She meant to find out......

Strongbow cautiously stalked the warrens under the small community of Longsaddle. He paused outside the temple where the battle to free Errandir took place. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed, but then again, this place was always unnerving.. let them come.. if they dared.
He slowly opened the door to the temple proper, scanning the room, making sure it was unoccupied, and entered.

He moved silently to the place where he had found the scrap from Arielana's robe, and started his search there. He was finding nothing new, the debris in the temple was largely undisturbed, even after this long, when a charred pile of clutter caught his eye. Lifting a few pieces of a broken beam out of his way, he began to sift through the remains. There, in a nitch at the base of the wall, he found what looked to be the remains of a scroll case. He picked up the badly burned container, and looked it over carefully. Sure that it was not magical in nature, he was preparing to open it when a familiar voice surprised him out of nowhere.
"So Elf, dos has decided to offer dossta heart to Usstan's goddess after all? Usstan is pleased." She turned an evil smile towards him, "Now dos will see the power of Lloth.... prepare to die Strongbow Firehand!...."
Cat's ruby blade appeared in his hand as if by magic. "It will not be as easy as all that Illharess, if you wish this heart, you must earn it, foul one... come Black-Heart, ...just try..."
Enraged, the black-skinned Drow priestess prepared to cast... suddenly, a billowing cloud of putrid smelling vapor surrounded Strongbow, he coughed and spun out of it with amazing alacrity, gaining himself some time. The two were beginning to face off again, when through the two opposite doors, a pair of floating eye tyrants came, eyeing the combatants hungrily. They were accompanied by a few Kraken soldiers.. possibly servants or guards. Strongbow decided he would brook no interference, and immediately charged the unwanted interlopers, heedless of Arielana's continuing attempts to capture him. Cat ran past the first beholder, it snapped at him greedily, grazing him, but causing no real damage. He continued on to the next, his red glassteel sword singing a song of death. The tyrant was slain in but a few blows, and in a spray of ichor, crashed to the ground with a sickeningly wet thud. Cat turned, ready for the next, bolts from the soldiers crossbows slamming into the wall all around him........
Arielana approached the remaining beholder, from opposite where the Elf stood, secretly hoping to conceal her exact whereabouts, she was dismayed however, as the incredibly dextrous Elf danced around the beast, inflicting wound after wound, taking little or no damage in return. The floating orb exploded, and they faced each other once again. Strongbow paused, his ruby-red blade dripping with gore. "Now Illharess, ..it is your turn.. let's dance!"
Cat wheeled as two soldiers closed with him, blocking his way to the Drow priestess. Since he could not directly attack her, he summoned a noxious cloud of his own.. It rolled towards Arielana, making her cough.. but it did not paralyze ...She seemed to pause.. as if plotting some evil mischief.. so Cat struck again.. The evil priestess felt a tingling sensation as some of the wards she had cast were brought down by the Elf's magic. "Ach! No!" she cried.. Cat smiled and shouted, "Perhaps your goddess has forsaken you this day Illharess... fickle is she not?" and he cast again. As she saw Strongbow preparing to hurl some more sorcerous deviltry at her, she attempted to avoid it, but tripped on some of the debris still cluttering the field of battle. The spell settled over Arielana , and she found herself momentarily unable to disengage herself from her tangled robes. It was then Strongbow decided to apply the finishing blow.. he thrust out his arm, palm out, and a bolt of lightning flew from his hand to strike the Drow squarely in the chest, she was rocked backwards. "Guards! Guards!" she screamed, then remembered she had foolishly come alone. Her eyes then caught sight of her dagger, the crystal diamond glowed brightly, as her knees buckled, she whispered quietly, "...Zacnefear..."

Moving in for the kill, Strongbow stopped, his mind sensing the presence of another mage.. he was approaching the temple. He looked at the Drow, helpless and wounded, he wanted to finish her, but did not have the resources to begin a new battle with another foe.. he backed away and in a cold voice said, "Now you know you have real reason to fear me Illharess.. a lesson learned the hard way to be sure.. but a lesson non-the-less......we will meet again Arielana.. " Cat backed out the door and quickly put some distance between himself and the temple. And in his mind he heard the words.. "Xas Firehand.. xas... indeed... we shall meet again..."

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