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Observing the seal, Dharzhal allowed a short, sharp, smile to cross his lips. She has returned. The Matriarch is back. Her timing is perfect, as always. He made all preparations to visit her estat ...

A human courier delivers the following letter to the Magnate's residence in Magincia:

Your Excellency,

As you no doubt were, so was I most disappointed by the results of our "debate" a ...

Following his usual routine of escorting individuals, especially merchants and messengers, to their destinations, it was not long before the Black Prince saw the poster. Although he was not one given ...

A very large, but obviously tamed, Frost Spider, drops a sealed, brass tube at the town sign of Stonegate. It is picked up by a wolf and taken to the lodge of the Wolf King. Inside the tube is a let ...

Leaving the portal with his escort, Dharzhal found himself within the heart of New Magincia City. The escort, a tall, lanky, human merchant, paid him the standard escort fee, thanked him and quickly ...

The drow alchemist read the letter from his Matron and quickly, but carefully, penned a reply in an equally elegant script.

"My Matron,

Thy wish is as good as fulfilled. I request four day ...

Nefariana could get nothing out of the drow. His will was too strong; he had seen many dangers in his long life and he shrugged off her direst threats with scarcely the blink of an eye. She allowed ...

Nefariana knew where to find the drow who owed her. She arrived at the door to his home in Alderglen and knocked on it.

Dharzhal appeared and greeted her, knowing why she came. "Greetings, N ...

Nefariana waited patiently near the moongate, hovering at times, alighting to rest at others. She began to wonder if the drow would show at all. And then, suddenly, as if at the last possible momen ...

As the second day wore on, it became evident to Dharzhal that either his messengers had failed to get to the Matron, or else she had left him to his fate. He dismissed the latter, but that did nothin ...

Opheron the Lich Lord ordered his minions to chain Dharzhal to a wall. He then summoned a horde of hellhounds to serve as guards in the room.

"I ssshall finissh what I began, drow. None can ...

The spider approaches slowly, being slightly wounded, and intelligent enough to acknowledge the power of the Matron. It places the message cylinder before her and backs away.

Translated, the messa ...

The hall of the undead had not changed as he remembered it, save for a few more fallen stones, probably dislodged by quakes and decay. Blood elementals and the mindless "executioners," fle ...

He did not venture into his home city, but sent a spider messenger to contact his wife, Streea, to meet him in a secret location. She arrived, bringing the needed items and they spent time together, ...