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"How Many are there in Vesandar that do not uphold the one true faith?" The gaurd thrust his melee weapon at where he through the voice was coming from. Nothing but air countered his weapon.

"You had better convince me soon that letting you live longer is worth my time." The gaurd raised the alarm still unable to find his foe. The details provided by this 'shade' made him weary of imediate attack. He turned his back towards the city, not too far away, and kept his eyes towards the endless abyss of black. His night vision did not help him when there was nothing to see.

Before help could arrive to support the guard, he felt his back pricked. He looked down when he found moving his legs was impossible. Two black things were protruding from his chest, severing his spine and only injuring his heart, liver and lungs. He would die quite slowly, and painfully.

The black object disappeared before he could truly register the size, shape or use of them.

Zykariel blinked at his father and then nodded. After all his mother had hurt him more times than he could count. "He said your mommy took you away when you were young. So he didn't know who you were and now he does so now he's sorry. He said you were stubborn Daddy. Doesn't that mean he wants you to forgive him? Sometimes big elves don't really think and they do things that aren't nice. Mr. Malik has before and so has Mommy." Then a thought came to him. "Mr. Khaiver is...Llothian isn't he?"

The last remaining guard standing sentry down the way a little bit watched the entire thing. He glanced grimly down at his comrade in arms and easily pulled off the blue armband he wore, identifying him as a Vesendar drow. Entering the city he easily confirmed the alarm and all of Vesendar locked down, the gates closing and locking so that not even the strongest weapon could penetrate.

This left the assailent some what perplexed. He had hoped for a counter attack, which would have made things that much easier, but now everyone was stuck in one place, surrounded by a wall, with gates that could not be opened easily.

If he burned the docks, they would starve themselves to death in a few months or years, depending on their stock, but with magic restored a siege would never avail to anything.

That left two options: leaving the city, or sacking the city.

In the safety of a nicely concealed cave, the assailent prepaired to sack the city. It took twenty five minutes to gather up the components he needed. He was grateful for the heritics to build their city so close to the cliffs, where the materials he needed were in abundance. It took another five minutes to prepare the ingrediants. It took another three minutes to prepare the mixture for use.

It was pretty easy to move around unoticed in the underdark. It was less so to spread a paste over gate, but do able. It requiered alot of fense and some careful planing, but it was accomplished rather quickly and efficiently.

As strong as the gates were against melee weapons, magic and other things, they could infact be used to the same end without those things. By covering them with a substance which will cause atomic reactions inthe base materials, the gates can be quickly converted into 'pipe' bombs. Fitted into the wall as to enable the best protection of the city, the quick expansion of the materials due to heat exchange would cause serious fractures in the gate, as well as the wall around the gate. It took fifteen minutes, but the effect was very much unexpected by those closest to the gates. The resulting pressure caused the metal to shatter in two directions (in to the city, and out of the city) killing anyone who stood to close to the door. Everyone within 100 feet of the gate would be injured by the sheer number and velocity of the metal shards.

During that time, the assialent actually decided to leave the city. He heard the resulting rumble of the gate and realised that he probably gave up a good oppurtunity to gain more gratitude from the Spider Queen, but shrugged it off as unnecessary.

Zahara glanced at her son and frowned. "Did he tell you something else Kariel? Did he ever say that he wanted your Daddy to forgive him or are you just taking that from something else he said? It's really important that we know everything just the way he said it." Though she sat down on the bed and picked him up, pulling him into her lap. "Remember what Malik told you about Llothians? Well, Khaiver is a lot like that, little one. He hurts others for no reason whatsoever and he lies."

Zykariel nodded still seeming to agree with his parents. "Exactly. He had to hurt Daddy because he was Llothian because the mean women would have hurt him if he didn't. That's what Mr. Malik said about them." He paused for a moment, faltering. "Well..no, but if he was Llothian then he was forced to and now he can come and make it all better with Daddy." Looking at his father. "You can't still be mad at him Daddy. He's got to come back and visit."

The Vesendarians had had enough of fighting and senseless killing when they were trapped in Lloth's court. They were through with it all, wishing to live peaceful lives in any manner of their choosing. They'd all felt the absence of Lloth's influence in their lives and had been living quite fine for years. They were more of a defensive rather than offensive state of mind now. The barrier that had been reinstated around the city wiht magic came back adn stopped some of the barrage but hardly enough to even matter. Thus they took to fixing the gates and wall and carting off their injured. A message was sent by way of Twilight warning them that something was afoot and asking for Malik's protection if it came down to it.

And that one sentence horribly upset the child. He vaulted off his mother's lap and shook his head, starting to cry. "You can't take him away Daddy! You just can't! Why wont' you just let it go? You don't even know if he really is mean or if he was just forced to do it. I bet if you talk to him he'd tell you the truth. All of it!" He couldn't lose his grandfather, not after just getting him. He just couldn't.

Zahara blinked at his outburst and watched her son then slowly stood up and walked over, crouching down to his level. "Little one, we don't trust Khaiver. He's done and said some things in the past that have been really bad. And if they were forced and he dind' tmean them then I'm sure Daddy will talk to him about it and work it out. But until they do and we are absolutely sure, we need you to stay away from him."

Not even Mommy understood! He pulled away from her too and shook his head. "That's not fair! How come I never get to have what I want? How come I can't be like Malikhai?" Sobbing he ran over nad picked up Rawr then moved into the hallway and sat down, hugging the stuffed dragon tightly.

And apparently the child was upset with him now. Sevilin drew in a breath, held it, and then slowly let it out...this was so frustrating why did this have to happen...should of tied the kid to his wrist. Now he had this to deal with this and he had no idea how to, particularly since he didn't exactly why the child was upset and hwo Malikhai was involved in all of this either. "Zykariel...just...stop please." Picking the child up, and going into soothing motions. "Just...for right now...stay away...okay?" He was really at a loss here.

"And now D'vinn, things are complete between us. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a camp to go make myself." He would abide by Sevilin's little conditions...only because it was more convenient for him...though a smirk at the man. "Spunky kid, by the way...and I see your wife is a little more rough and tumble." But a dismissive wave and he turned on his boot heel, heading out.

He resisted being pulled off his mother some, but settled and was duely off and up the stairs with Yinn in hold, going to do what was told. After all, if he helped them mommy would have all that free time to spend wiht him and daddy and things would be back to normal. Thus into the fancy big bathroom, turning on water and dropping into the filling tub what was told to be put in before toddling back downstiars to his parents. He could leave the tub, it wouldn't fill up all the way till mommy was upstairs. "Okay I did it!"

She was quiet for a moment. "They're having her funeral in three days. And you forgot to add in the guilt..." Shaking her head slightly but letting him help her up. "Sounds like a plan...I'd do something drastic for hot clean water if I had to right now..." Watching thier son run off as he was given instructions and was oh so eager to please, attention being pulled back to her husband as he kissed her. Now that ladies and gentlmen was a brave man to kiss her when she was icky as hell. "Better not...last thing I need right now is Andal things to deal with..." Though she resisted teh urge to rest against the man...being caked in a good layer or two if ick wasn't fun. Put a smile to Malikhai as he came back. "Thank you dear," giving a look to Malik. "I'm fine A'mael..." sorta, but she felt like passing otu reassurance...thus up to her room with her throwing up everything on her person and plopping herself in the tub. Hot clean water...it was a godsend.

Malik nodded lightly, and shook his head. humans left the world so quickly. which is why he tried not to have any friends in thier race...they were inferior creatures anyway. but looking over to Zahara as she came by with Zykariel.

"Piper is back home. magic is returning as well...what's the matter with him? he stub a toe or something?"

Piper was back? "Well, that's wonderful news."So that was what that feeling was. Zahara shook her head, "No we just had a little issue with promises is all. But it's going to get better in a minute when we make cookies, right little one." She brushed his hair out of his face and glanced at Malikhai. "We're going to make cookies in a little bit Malikhai." She carried her son into the bathroom and set him on the counter, wetting a washcloth and gently sponging away the tear stains. Then she took a brush and fixed his haphazardly braided hair before kissing his nose. "All better?"

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her neck hugging her. "You don't think Daddy's mad at me do you?"

"No little one. He's just worried, that's all. Go get the slaves to help you get the sugar and stuff. You know the ingredients that go into cookies by heart by now." Patting him on the butt to get him moving, she started pulling out utensils. "Malikhai, come on if you want to help." She pulled over two stools to set the boys on so they were at counter height and then waited.