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"I don't think I could of believed it if I hadn't heard it myself, you just said something intelligent and didn't use any insults and very little profanity. Bravo." Llmryn mocked Kal in front of the girl from the opposing army, moving to stand beside Kal. "I'm afraid she is right, to move this many men without asking for clearance from the city head does cause quite a bit of trouble. Do understand, 'their' intentions are not as violent as one may think. A quick conclusion is best. Right you it would be in the best interest of you, your men, and my time if you would surrender and move from there. Your surrender is just to get things moving, failure to do so makes things from here on out much more...complicated. We wouldn't want a 'useless loss of forces' would we?"

((Mmkay. 4laugh ))

Chalthara managed a smile, though it was a dark and mocking shadow of one. "Pardon me for not introducing myself before. I am Chalthara Kenrahel, former apprentice of Lord Izaran, and current commader of this army. My master has fled for reasons unknown even to me."

Her lips curled into more of a smirk as she angled herelf to regard Llmryn. "More complicated for whom, I wonder?" she mused aloud with a laugh that was kept very much to herself. She did not outwardly show mirth very often.

Quickly, she regained her serious demeanor.

"Surrender is not something I shall remotely consider until Patron Druu'giir gives us his terms. Perhaps I may also have his assurance that were I to surrender, no harm would come to me or to the soldiers under my command?"

((XD ok. We should give Vala a chance to get home from work and post, mmkay?))

((Sure, sorry. I just love to give Llmryn a chance to be an a**, heh.))

-Standing some distance on a cliff in the cave, a black hooded and frail figure was watching the tense situation below and had observed enough to make his presence known.

The specter silently appeared in between Chalthara and Druu'giir less then a few yards away. He slowly turned to her, and carefully raised his left hand and pointed a bleached bony finger at her, then he raised an hourglass from his belt and shook it a little.

After staring at the Drow for a few moments he slowly turned to Val'atar and did the same. this time however he stared from under his hood at the city behind him.

Seeing as how his existence ways made clear, Myrkul vanished with is finger still pointed at Druu'giir-

At the appearance of the cloaked figure Reivan lowered his eyes and took a step back, putting him slightly in the shadows of the others, his grip tightening around his hidden weapons.

-He had stood there, silent and curious as to how they would all act if he ceased to be the sail for this little ship of fools. Each had spoken their turn and implied their own takes and sarcasms to their demands of the enemy, but little was decided or even offered. It seemed he would need to once more take up the slack and hurtle this into the full front as he often did. It seemed to Val'atar that was his fate in life.. to be the catalyst. He had served such a purpose many times in his past, as the lover of a powerful Matron or as a general while disguised by spells on the surface. It had always fallen to him to provide the moment of uncertainty that fueled situations of great opportunity. So once more he became what was needed, drawing up his wings to hang about his muscular form like a cloak before he speaks. his words were soft, yet they cut through the other noises like an arrow through cloth.. carrying his voice to the ears of all those nearby-

"Life or Death."

-He paused.. allowing the moment to build, he knew each had paused in their thoughts because his spell would ensure it. The effect was merely a bit of beguilement.. easily learned magic, but it was often the little things that carried the most value when you needed to make an impression. Holding up his clawed ebony hand, he lifts two fingers.. a cruel light filling his sanguine eyes as he gives his terms. As he begins to speak, the first finger curls back down-

"You can choose to surrender your army to the city and most of your lives will be spared. Your men will be confiscated and most likely divided amongst the noble houses to augment their defenses of the city. Each of your men will be searched and magicly scryed to prevent any trickery, then they will be quartered until after the council decides how best to divide them. You yourself will become my guest until I speak with Eclavice and settle what your own involvement in this duplicity was."

-His second and last finger curls back as he continues-

"Or you can all die here. While your forces are numerous, you lack one thing which I possess. You have weapons.. and perhaps even magic, but..

..you lack a Dragon."

-So said, he extends the now curled fist and opens his palm.. trembling slightly at the cost of power to complete the spell as a ribbon of pure blackness flows from his hand.. growing into a vast vortex that seems to curl over the army and then coalesce just behind them. The vast and terrible form of a Shadow dragon takes shape, its cruel and abysmally dark eyes sweep the cavern, bringing fear to any who gazed upon it. Massive it was, easily the height of the lower ramparts, yet long and curled about itself.. much like a vast shadowy serpent. it very movements caused the ground to shudder as its scales rasped over one another, its long neck carrying its great head to and fro as it contemplated whom to attack first-

"Your former lord was a fool who knew very little about the Underdark child.. and even less about me. I do not play games, nor do I suffer those who think to out maneuver me lightly.

Know this.. fight or surrender, twenty of your number will be fed to the Deep Wyrm. If you fight however.. I promise you that number will be far greater."