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Thrax · Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 7:34 pm Post subject: The Ambush

It was a sunny Spring morning in Alderglen. A light breeze blew in from the bay which helped to keep the temperature at a comfortable level and the humidity down. It was a perfect day for a ride, and Thrax decided to take advantage of it. Spurring his ethereal horse, he rode past the Academy, Hostel, and the Wolf's Den tower, heading northwest, on the lookout for potential menaces: trolls, ettins, ogres and brigands, that always seemed to lurk around every corner. He was momentarily distracted by the pungent reek which perpetually emanated from the tower of Lloth a good ways behind him. It spoiled the moment, and his mood.

"I must do something about that," he muttered as he turned his mount about, intending to fulfill that intention.

He heard the sound of something swishing through the air, the breaking of glass, and then watched in horror as he was surrounded by a bluish mist. Through a foggy and confused mind he heard an incantation, felt his entire body go limp, and then fell from his mount as it disappeared into nothingness...

(to be continued)

Thrax · Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 10:49 am Post subject:

"That's twice now I've saved your miserable skin," Thrax heard through closed eyes. He opened them and felt as if he were staring into a mirror at his own face. It was his brother, Thraxas, that had spoken. He was looking down at him while Thrax was looking up. Thrax sat up slowly, his head alternately swimming and pounding with pain. He rubbed his temples.

"What happened?" he muttered.

"What, no thanks?" Thraxas scowled. "You were set upon by a band of drow. I guess you have made someone mad at you," he explained, offering a hand to help his twin to his feet. "I made short work of them," he added.

Thrax looked around. "Where are the bodies?" he asked.

Thraxas pointed to the boiling waves that rushed toward the nearby shore from the sea beyond. "Sank what was left. Not fit to bury or burn."

Thrax shook his head. Something wasn't quite right. "It would have been nice to know something about them. Did you check the bodies for clues?"

Thraxas shrugged. "I looted the corpses if that's what you mean, but drow are drow, best dead if anything." He changed the subject abruptly. "You need to get back to Whitehall... lie down and rest for a bit. That's quite a knot you have there."

"What was I doing?" Thrax asked, walking slowly toward his home with Thraxas at his side keeping pace.

"You were falling from your horse when I saw you. I came back to grab a few things I needed and saw them hovering around you."

"How many were there?"

"Two, luckily for you. I think they just wanted to kidnap you."

Thrax nodded. "Well... thank you."

Thraxas smiled. "Get to bed and rest. Have Poppy take a look at that lump. I'll get my things and be gone. Won't be back for awhile. Lots of things going on in Umbra for me."

Thrax nodded and climbed the steps of his home, turning around once to wave goodbye to his brother as he stepped into the house.

His head was killing him.