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  1. Tyranicus
    Lartaynior was sitting in the common room of the inn in Almaria. From time to time, he liked to pretend he was a commoner and get a feel for the general opinions of the populace. Today, the feeling was agitation. Merchants wanted out of the city to sell in the refugee encampment across the river, but no one was being allowed across the bridge. I wish I could make them understand how necessary this is. No matter how many times he had explained his reasons for sealing off the city, the people just didn't understand. Thomys had sworn that the evil presence was still east of the river.
     
    "Give me another mushroom merlot," he said to the barkeep.
    He downed the concoction and got up to leave. As he was leaving, a man in a dark robe approached him.
     
    "I have a proposition for you," he said in a sibilant voice.
     
    "Who are you?"
     
    "A friend."
     
    "Fine. Say what you've come to say."
     
    "Not here. Too many ears. Follow me."
     
    "Alright."
     
    Giving a meaningful look to his disguised guardsmen, he followed the man out of the inn. They walked into an alleyway, his guards discreetly following.
     
    "What is it you came to say?"
     
    "Roband of Dharmon says hello."
     
    "What?"
     
    That was the last word he ever uttered. A wire garrote slipped around his neck from behind. He had never seen the hidden man, and now he never would. His guards rushed up and dispatched the two, but it was too late. The king of Avernum was lying on the ground, his lifeblood pumping out of his throat.
  2. Tyranicus

    1. Introduction

    By Tyranicus,

    As he paced along the walls of Fort Remote, Lartaynior, nominal King of Avernum and commander of the remnants of the once-mighty Army of Avernum, pondered his next move. As the last surviving relative of King Gideon, he had a very legitimate claim to the Avernite throne, but he somehow doubted that the mayors of Dharmon, Blosk, and Almaria will recognize that claim.
     
    They've gotten a taste for power. Once you have power, it's hard to give it up.
     
    Since the massacre at the Castle, the mayors had become kings in all but name, with the Great Cave divided into 3 city-states. He had sent messengers to each of them, asking for their pledges of loyalty. The responses he received were eloquently worded, but refusals all the same.
     
    At least I have my men to back me up.
     
    He had been a well-liked general before the revolt. He did not share his distant cousin's fondness for cruelty and was regarded as a brilliant tactician. He had a gift for inspiring loyalty in his men. His men would not be enough to take on the Great Cave however. The walled cities are tough nuts to crack.
     
    If only there were a way to go north through the wilds and find a tunnel that connected to the Abyss....
     
    Name: Knights of Old Avernum (KOA)
    Leader Name: King Lartaynior
    Location: Avernum, Fort Remote and west.
    Description: As a distant relative of the king, General Lartaynior had been given command of a sizeable portion of the army of Avernum and was clearing out a major clan of bandits in the lands west of Fort Remote. Upon hearing of the massacre in the Great Cave, Lartaynior crowned himself as king and wasted no time at all consolidating his position in Fort Remote. His goals are to eventually restore order to the Great Cave and perhaps the Eastern Gallery at some point in the distant future.
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    2. Before Almaria

    By Tyranicus,

    Curse the Knights of the Abyss! Curse them to... well, the Abyss.
     
    Lartaynior was in his command tent in the middle of his army's encampment outside the western gates of Almaria. He had bypassed Dharmon and Blosk and was now trying to negotiate with Stannwyk, the mayor of Almaria. After abandoning the two western cities, he had received an urgent message from Renlo, the mayor of Blosk asking for his help. The Knights of the Abyss were making him quite nervous. He dug his own hole. Let's see him get out of it. At least Roband hasn't come crying to me. Of course Dharmon is one of the most defensible cities in all of Ermarian, above or below.
     
    He had made a tactical decision to move on to Almaria in the hope of garnering more support before attempting to take on these ruffians from the Abyss. I'm not afraid of these uncivilized wretches, but I'll lose a sizeable amount of men trying to dispatch them. His 34,000 men were a sizable force, but compared to the almost inexaustable supply of men that the Knights of the Abyss could field. For every man we kill, two more brigands will take their place. These dregs of society have ruined all my well-laid plans.
     
    A voice came from outside the tent. "Sire? Mayor Stannwick is here to speak with you."
     
    "Thank you, Meryn, send him in."
     
    The tent flap was pulled back, a tall, thin man in his 50's with gray hair and a very solemn face stepped in and immediately got down on one knee. "Your grace, I pledge my fealty to you as the rightful king of Avernum. I realize that I gain nothing by resisting you. Almaria, the surrounds, and the garrison 1,500-strong is yours."
     
    "I don't suppose this change of heart would have anything to do with the army I have outside you gates, would it?"
     
    "Are you questioning my valor, sir?" said Stannwick in a prickly tone. He was a very serious man of the sort that considered honor to be the most important thing.
     
    "Certainly not. A jest, in bad taste perhaps."
     
    "This is no laughing matter, sire."
     
    "Of course not, I apologize."
     
    "In that case, the matter is forgotten."
     
    This man has one huge mushroom up his arse. I'll have to be carefull what I say about him. All the same, I finally have one of the great cities under my rule, and another 1,500 fighting men.Most importantly, he had access to the only bridge across the river running through Great Cave. Now he could move eastward and hopefully gather more support.
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    3. Blosk

    By Tyranicus,

    First he asks for my help, now he defies me. I should raze this city to the ground.
     
    Lartaynior was again in his command tent, this time outside of Blosk. He had rethought his decision to leave Blosk behind. There are too many good fighting men to be had. Unfortunately, Renlo had also been doing some rethinking. Realizing that the Abyss Knights were unlikely to directly attack a walled city, such as his, he had decided not to pledge allegiance to the king after all. At least Blosk is easy to besiege. I don't know what I could have done at Almaria if Stannwick hadn't turned craven.
     
    The siege was going well. He knew that Blosk relied on the mushroom fields in the surrounding land for its sustenance. Without those fields, they would not be able to hold out much longer. Also, he had a plan to get inside.
     
    "Sire, Iss-tha is here."
     
    "Send him in."
     
    A tall, fierce-looking Slithzerikai stooped to enter the tent. He looked proud, but he was also covered in dust.
     
    "How is that tunnel coming?" Lartaynior asked bluntly.
     
    "Very well, my lord," said Iss-tha in a sibilant voice, "We believe that we are directly under the walls at this very moment."
     
    "This is good news." These Sliths from have proven good allies against the men of Blosk. I never thought I would be glad for something like this, but thank the gods Renlo is a racist. The Mayor of Blosk was well-known for his hatred of Sliths. This made it quite easy for Lartaynior to ally with the Sliths of Gnass. While they refused to fight, they had no problems digging a tunnel into Blosk.
     
    "When can I expect the work to be done?"
     
    "We should be ready in 4 days, sir."
     
    "Very good. You may go."
     
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    It was the dark of night. Lartaynior, the 10 men who comprised his personal guard, and Thomys, his court mage, sneaked out of the abandoned house in the northeast corner of the city. Silent as shades, they crept along the streets of Blosk, ducking into shadows whenever a guardsman past. Finally, they reached the mayoral residence, and Thomys quickly cast a sleeping spell on the guards outside the door. His guardsmen waited just inside as Lartaynior crossed the room and quietly opened the door to Renlo's bedchamber. The mayor was snoring loudly. Lartaynior crept to his side and in one move put his dagger to the mayor's throat. Renlo jerked awake.
     
    "Speak one word, and I'll cut out your throat."
     
    Renlo nodded, terrified.
     
    "Do you swear allegiance to Lartaynior, your rightful king?"
     
    Renlo nodded again.
     
    "I'll have a binding oath. Thomys, cast the spell."
     
    Thomys waved his hands, and a purple light surrounded Renlo.
     
    "Swear an oath," Lartaynior commanded.
     
    "I pledge myself, my city, all its properties, and my men to your service, King Lartaynior," Renlo almost whispered in a terrified voice.
     
    "Thank you. That spell makes your oath binding. If I were you, I wouldn't try to find out what would happen if you break that oath. I will leave you now. I'm sure you have matters that need your attention. Matters such as opening your gates to my men.
     
    "O-of c-c-course, Sire," Renlo bowed and all but ran out of the room.
     
    "You do know that my spell was nothing but a simple light spell, Your Grace?"
     
    "Of course I do, but he doesn't," Lartaynior smiled for the first time since the siege of Blosk had started.
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    4. Heading East

    By Tyranicus,

    Finally, a city that welcomes me with open arms.
     
    Lartaynior sat in the office of the mayor of Torfen. Tyrioz was a small man, almost dwarfish in stature, who was taller sitting down than he was standing up.
     
    "I can give you 800 of my fighting men, but I will need to keep the rest to defend my city, your grace."
    Hardly surprising for a city that was built without a care for defense.
     
    For as long as Avernum has been settled, there was a merchant encampment along the east bank of the small lake in the steam caverns between Almaria and the Tower of Magi, but it was only in 973 IE that King Edward established the city of Torfen in hopes of drawing people out of the overpopulated Great Cave. Situated as it was in the middle of civilized Avernum, defense was the last thing on the minds of the designers. There were no walls. In fact, it was the only city in Avernum without walls. Now, it boasted a hastily constructed cavewood pallisade around it, but that was nothing compared to the stone walls of the other Avernite cities.
     
    "That will be fine, my lord mayor," he said rising from his seat, "Now if you will please excuse me, I have matters that need my attention."
     
    "Of course, sire. I have things to do as well," said Tyrioz picking up scroll.
     
    -------------
     
    As he walked through the streets of Torfen, he saw one of his lieutenants running up to him.
     
    "What is it, Davon?"
     
    "Sire, our sentries have spotted a group of men approaching from the east."
     
    "Well, let's take a look, shall we?" asked the king as he strode toward the eastern pallisade.
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    5. Interesting News

    By Tyranicus,

    "The Tower of Magi has been all but obliterated, your grace," said Barstan, the leader of the scouting party Lartaynior had sent east.
     
    All the money that went into rebuilding it, only to have it razed again. How typical.
     
    "Did you find anything salvageable?"
     
    "A few scrolls, and some potions. I sent them to Thomys. There is one other thing, sire."
     
    "Yes?"
     
    "While we were examining the ruins, a portal appeared in the center of the tower. It was only there for a few seconds, but it was quite obviously a magical portal."
     
    "Did anything come through?"
     
    "No, your grace."
     
    "Alright. Did you have anything else to report."
     
    "No, sire, that is all."
     
    "Dismissed, soldier"
     
    "Yes, sire." Saluting smartly, Barstan strode out of the room.
     
    Lartaynior had taken over a small inn in Torfen as his temporary headquarters and was upstairs in what had been the inkeeper's office. This news about the portal is quite interesting. It seems as if someone from Upper Avernum is trying to get down here.
     
    "Meryn!" he called to his aide.
     
    "Yes sire?"
     
    "Send for Selwyn please."
     
    "Right away sire."
     
    Selwyn had been the the liason between Avernum proper and the upper caves many years before. He was now part of Lartaynior's staff as a diplomat.
     
    In a few minutes, the gray-haired ambassador came into the room.
     
    "You wanted to see me sire?"
     
    "Yes. Take a squad of 50 men and go to the ruins of the Tower of Magi. I have reason to believe that the people of Upper Avernum are attempting to contact us. I would like you to be there if they succeed in getting a message through the portal."
     
    "Yes, sire. I can be ready to leave within the hour."
     
    "Very good. The sooner you can make it to the tower, the better I'll feel."
     
    Only the gods know what might happen if someone else is there to great a delegation from above.
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    6. Alliances

    By Tyranicus,

    Selwyn was surprised to see a group of people marching his way. They're faster than we thought they were. His party was about halfway between Torfen and the Tower of Magi.
     
    "Come on men, let's hurry it up. We want to find out who these people are."
     
    "Yes, sir," said Lt. Mandon, the officer in charge of the troops.
     
    They hurried forward, and the other group followed suit.
     
    When they finally got close enough to speak, the woman leading the other column asked, "Who are you?"
     
    I am Lieutenant General Selwyn, chief of the diplomatic core of majesty, King Lartaynior of Avernum. Am I correct in presuming that you have come from the Tower of the Magi?"
     
    "You are sir, but not originally. I am Morgain, a representative from Commander Stephen Samuels of Upper Avernum. We have come from the upper caves in search of allies."
    "You have come to the right people then. I have been sent to escort you to Torfen, where his grace awaits."
     
    "Torfen? Why is the king in such a backwater? What's wrong with the Castle?"
     
    "The Castle has been destroyed, ma'am. The Great Cave has gone through quite a turmoil. His majesty is attempting to restore order."
     
    "Alright, well you can take me to him."
     
    "Then, I suggest that we get on our way."
     
    OOC: The rest of this post was written by Nikki for his faction. It has been included for context.
     
    Morgain sighed inwardly; a sigh of relief. So there are still some Avernites left. And a nice amount, at that. Samuels will be very pleased.
     
    She was waiting outside King Lartaynior's throne room, preparing to see his Majesty. The news of the Castle struck her deeply indeed, and she was still moved by the fact. On the journey here, she also learned of the many factions from Selwyn. If she could get an envoy to the Abyss, she might be able to recruit even more men... But that would wait.
     
    A voice called to her from the air.
     
    "You can enter now."
     
    She approached the door, and waited as it opened for her...
     
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    Lartaynior was seated on a plush velvet throne, on the highest point in the room. Serious looking guards watched like hawks as she approached, collected.
     
    "Greetings, sire. I am Magi Morgain Yorke, an emissary from Commander Samuels of the Avernite Protection League. We, the people of Upper Avernum, would like to propose an alliance, one of mutual benefit."
     
    Lartaynior mused for a moment. Then he smiled.
     
    "Well met. As you are probably aware, Avernum is fragmented, split apart at the seams, with many factions fighting for power, dominance over one another, and for wealth. We, however, wish only to return Avernum to the glory it once held. An interest I sense you share as well. Tell me, what treaty would you propose?"
     
    "Well, my lord, my main mission was to secure military backing to strengthen our position in the Upper Caverns. Even as we speak the Empire is launching an onslaught on our people."
     
    "You want me to commit my men to fighting the Empire? We have been at peace for centuries!"
     
    "Yes, sire, I am aware. But, with respect, the facts speak for themselves. As I left the upper caverns, surface forces were marching on Fort Emergence. They have forgotten the alliance, and will probably attack Avernum proper. I'm not asking for men to assault the Empire - that would be madness. I ask only that you spare 2,000 men to help defend our homeland - YOUR homeland."
     
    "And what would we get?"
     
    "Well, my lord, safe passage to Upper Avernum for one. We have established the portal in the ToM ruins, and would be prepared to allow you to use it. The upper caverns are also rich in magic - both Ghikra and Erika's Tower are sure to house artifacts that we could share with you. And, of course, you would gain an ally. A rare thing indeed in these times of turmoil. What say you?"
     
    "Hmmm. Very well. I will allow you to take 2,000 of my men with you to Upper Avernum. As well as this, I give to you this orb, as a means of communication between our people. see that your leader recieves it. Now, let us forget business for a while and eat."
    Morgain smiled, both inwardly and outwardly. She had secured troops. Now the bastards above would pay...
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    7. More Friends

    By Tyranicus,

    Lartaynior pondered the message he had just received. It had arrived via lizardback courier from Blosk. Can these "Disciples of Khoth really provide me with a foothold in the Eastern Gallery? If so, they will be a welcome ally. I suppose it doesn't hurt to see.
     
    He reached into the desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, dipped his quill in ink, and composed his reply.
     
    Dear sir:
    We will be quite pleased to provide you with as much mushroom meal and salted lizard as you need in return for this foothold in the Eastern Gallery of which you speak. I am afraid that I am woefully out of touch with that section of the caves. When last I heard, a small group of soldiers were fighting the Vahnatai there. Do you have more recent news? If so, information about the situation in the Eastern Gallery would be most welcome.
     
    Fondest regards,
    Lartaynior, King of Avernum
     
    After writing this missive, he called the courier and sent him on his way. Allies are springing up left and right. I just hope that this is not a mistake.
     
    OOC: The rest of this post was written by Lt. Sullust for his faction. I have included it for context.
     
    Denrich was never much of an optimist. He hadn't expected to recieve any word from the king for several days. When the courier returned so soon, he imagined that their offer had been refused. The letter lifted his mood a little, but one problem remained, they still didn't have much of a stake in the Eastern Gallery to offer. He quickly scribbled down a note for the courier to return to the king and went on his way.
     
    Lord Lartaynior,
    I find your message very encouraging. I will personally take your response to Acrio Sulfi. Expect to hear back from us within the coming days.
     
    Sincerely,
    Denrich
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    8. A New Threat Looms

    By Tyranicus,

    OOC: This first paragraph was written by Dintiradan for his faction. It has been included for context.
     
    A little shaky from vertigo, Alexandria and her two companions stepped from the portal. She looked around briefly at the ruins of the once triumphant Tower, then turned to the force awaiting them. "I am Battlemage Alexandria of the Dominion of the Learned, here to speak with a representative of King Lartaynoir," she said proudly. Time to see how Lower Avernum stood with the Dominion.
     
    OOC: We now return to Tyran's awful writing.
     
    Stepping out of his tent, Selwyn saw the surface-worlders. It's hard not to distinguish them with that tanned skin. "I am General Selwyn, his majesty's ambassador, what is it that you wish to discuss with me?"
     
    "We come bearing an offer of alliance from the Dominion of the Learned, sir," said Alexandria, respectively.
     
    "Well, I believe this is something that his majesty would probably want to hear himself. Lt. Mandon!"
     
    "Yes, sir?"
     
    "Form up a 25-man escort to take Lady Alexandria to Torfen to see the king."
     
    "Yes sir! Right away sir!"
     
    "Are you ready to go now, my lady?"
     
    "Yes, I would like to see his grace as soon as possible."
     
    ----------
     
    There was a knock on the door. Lartaynior looked up and said, "Enter."
    Selwyn came into the room. "Sire, a delegation from the Dominion of the Learned on the surface would like to speak with you."
     
    Surface worlders? What in the Abyss do they want?
     
    "Send them in."
     
    A woman came into the room, followed by two men dressed in robes. They got down on one knee immediately. "Your majesty," said the woman, "I am Battlemage Alexandria of the Dominion of the Learned. I have been sent here to treat with you."
     
    "What is that you want from the caves, my lady?"
     
    "Magister Demetrius requires focusing crystals, your grace."
     
    "Well we have plenty of those. What can we expect in return?"
     
    "we are prepared to offer magical scrolls and wands and perhaps even magi to assist you, your grace."
     
    Why not? This could be profitable. I am wary of treating with surface-worlders, especially considering the opinions of my allies in the upper caves, but if they let these magi through the portal, it should be alright.
     
    "I believe that we can come to an arrangement, my lady. Tell, Magister Demetrius that I am pleased to enter into trade with him."
     
    "Yes your grace," Alexandria smiled.
     
    --------
     
    "We're almost their men," General Cressen called to his troops. Lartaynior had sent him and 5 legions north of the Tower of Magi to re-establish contact with Mertis. They were now approaching the farmlands surrounding the city. As they topped a rise and looked down on the area, he could see the scattered farms ant the city they surrounded, or what was left of them.
     
    Something is very wrong. Most of the building were torn down or burned, and the city itself had a gaping hole in its southern wall. Corpses lay everywhere.
     
    What in the world has happened here?
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    9. Battle Is Joined

    By Tyranicus,

    Cressen led his men through the devastated farmland, past the pale, lifeless bodies. They had been killed in all sorts of disgusting ways. Here a man was disemboweled, there a woman had her heart cut out. Who is capable of such cruelty?
     
    He had told his officers to be on the lookout for hostiles. A very large force had done this, and these bodies were fresh. As of yet, they had encountered nothing living. Perhaps there is someone left in Mertis. They were approaching the gates of the city. They were barred shut, but 20 yards to the right was a huge gash in the walls. He guided his lizard in that direction. As he neared the walls, a wizened old man limped out of the opening.
     
    "Who are you that call upon the dead?"
     
    "We have come from the Great Cave to find out what is happening in Mertis. Who are you, old man"
     
    "There are some who call me.... Tim?"
     
    "Tim? That is your name?"
     
    "Perhaps. I would be away from here if I were you, my lord. This is no place for the living."
     
    "What has happened here?"
     
    "The dead happened. All here are dead," Tim cackled maniacally.
     
    "You are alive."
     
    "Am I? Am I really?" With that, the old man faded away.
     
    "Where did he go?" asked Jaquen, Cressen's aide.
     
    Cressen did not reply. He was staring in horror at the dead bodies all around. They weren't quite as dead as they were a moment before. The were all getting to their feet and shambling towards the soldiers.
    "Form ranks!" he ordered. His five thousand men prepared for battle very quickly for such a large force, and battle was joined. Cressen drew his longsword and hacked at a pale figure with entrails spewing from its belly. He chopped off an arm, but the wight just kept coming. "Priests!" he yelled. "We need Repel Spirit spells!"
     
    Over his head, blue flames blasted, incinerating wights 8 at a time. For a brief moment, it looked like they were going to win. Then the gates of Mertis opened. Thousands of undead came streaming out of the city. He took one look at the host of spirits and knew they had no chance. "Buglers! Sound retreat!"
    It was too late. The two forces clashed. A tide of death washed over the living, and everything went black.
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    10. Disaster

    By Tyranicus,

    OOC: This section of the post was written by Infernal. It has been included for context.
     
    In the distance Ohvol could see a town. It was a small place, but he couldn't smell any of those damned vahnatai. He could see plenty of guards around it though, he would need to use another human disguise to get in. Muttering a command word, Ohvol's form changed. His skeleton warping, his skin shifting, in less than ten seconds he looked perfectly human. Around 1.7 meters (5'6") tall and 60 kilograms (132lb.), with long brown hair and beard, wearing torn and poorly mended farmers' clothes, he could be taken for any wandering vagabond.
     
    Walking up to the town, he was stopped by a patrol near the gates. "Sorry sir, we have orders to question all people entering Torfen."
     
    More idiot humans? This gets boring after a while. "Of course, go right ahead."
     
    "Where are you from?"
     
    "Mertis."
     
    "Wasn't the place was overrun by undead?"
     
    "Which is exactly why I'm not there anymore."
     
    "And where are you going to?"
     
    "Torfen."
     
    "For what purpose?"
     
    "To rest for the night before coninuing."
     
    "Where will you be going after that?"
     
    "The Great Cave."
     
    "Where in the Great Cave?"
     
    "Family."
     
    Getting annoyed with his lack of cooperation and getting befuddled for some reason, the guard forgot his line of questioning. "Well then, go on in."
     
    "Thank you sir."
     
    OOC: We now return to Tyran's bad writing.
     
    It was late at night, about 3 candlemarks past midnight. Lartaynior was sitting at his desk, deep in thought. The outriders and scouts from Cressen's army had just returned that day. 40 men out of the 5,000 I sent north. This infestation is quite unnerving. He was still pondering his next moved, when his door slammed open and Thomys rushed in. The mage was in his bedclothes and had that haggered, just-out-of-bed appearance.
     
    "What in the name of the gods...."
     
    "Sire, you must leave! Now! There is no time for argument!"
     
    "Leave? What in the name of the Abyss are you talking about?"
     
    "I have had a premonition. Something terrible is in the city. If you do not leave the city now, you will surely die!"
     
    Thomys had been his friend and advisor as well as his personal mage for many years. He knew better than dismiss this as folly.
     
    "Alright. Let me summon my generals. We need to get my soldiers out of here."
     
    "There is no time for that! They will have to fend for themselves. Most of the army is still camped west of the city. We must go there. Now!"
     
    "Very well, I will go with you."
     
    "Alright. Let's go. Thomys hurried out the door, and Lartaynior followed him quickly. He yelled at his aide to follow. They hurried out of the inn and through the streets. The guard at the western gate took one look at them and started. "Where are you going this late, sire?"
     
    "That is not your concern. Let us pass," he commanded bruskly.
     
    "Yes, your grace," replied the guardsman as he opened the gate for them.
    When he reached the army camp, he yelled for his generals. "Petyr, Janos, Balon, Ryman!" Slowly, the sleepy men came out, rubbing their eyes which widened when they sall their king.
     
    "We must leave this place now!" he commanded in a voice tha overrode all objections.
     
    "What of the forces in the city?" asked General Ryman.
     
    "It is too late for them," said Lartaynior, as he heard the clash of steel-on-steel from the city and turned to see flames licking the stalactites. I always knew Thomys would come in handy.
     
    "What in the name of all that is good and holy is going on in there?!" yelled Janos.
     
    "Nothing good and holy, I assure you," said Thomys. A great evil has infiltrated the city turning men against each other. If we do not leave now, it will affect us as well."
     
    "Then we should be off at once!" said Petyr, who went off to find the buglers to wake the men.
    It's a good thing my generals are able to keep cool heads during a crisis, but then, that's part of being generals, isn't it?
     
    In 20 minutes (an astonishingly fast time for such a large host) the army was marching west towards Almaria, leaving the burning city of Torfen behind them. Lartaynior fervently thanked the gods for Thomys's premonition.
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