None were to be left behind.

Xanthos and Tarot stood toe to toe firing their magic at each other, each as determined as the other to bring down their enemy.1

Around them the combat ensued, demonic beings that had followed them through the moonbridge fought hard against those they wished to bring pain and death to, even now, the struggle to survive continuing.

As the last of their enemies were dropped their leader looked around, taking stock of the situation even as the healers moved from person to person tending to those injured.

A command is barked to the great wolf, present within this magical place.

“Ty! Seperate them!.....You!” she shouted pointing at some of the elven archers....”Restrain him...” indicating Tarot as she gave command.

As the two fighting were restrained Althea glanced around, first checking that her long term companion fared well enough then counting each of the party. Slow realisation dawned, one of the party was missing, she had sworn none would be left and with that oath firm in her thoughts she turned to the great black and silver wolf whom stood proudly within the cavern.

“I said none were to be left behind and none shall”...her voice quiet and determined...

Pointing to the elven archers...”You...ensure he causes no more trouble....”indicating the monk....

“Ty...I fear I have to ask you to lead your pack into danger......you shall be accompanied, there is one left behind......” glancing around for Norgenson she points to the young warrior....

“Get his scent...I would imagine one of his kin would smell similar? He could be injured....he could be dead...but none shall remain....we need to locate and retrieve him..........”

Althea, the wolf, a feline and Yuri disappeared back through the moonbridge followed swiftly by Thalia, Kered and Cordaan.

“THAT MAN IS A SPY IN THE SERVICE OF THE ONE!”

Tarot shouts venomously wrenching an arm free of his kin. Pointing towards the bald man being held by the wolf as he shouts his accusation
The robed man looks up at the gathered adventurers.

"It seems I can tell no lies, then know this, I serve the one true path and it does indeed lead to the One, the days grow near when he will return and reclaim his rightful domain, you are fools to put your trust in these pitiful dragons. You let them pull you pillar to post at their squabbling beck and whim, know that one voice and one direction will always reign supreme in the end of days."

Xanthos looks once more at each of the infidels in turn.

"Your only option now is to kill this shell, but know this, when you strike me down I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

He bows his head and sits still and tranquil amongst the gathered elves and adventurers.

Tarot looks around the drow before him at the traitor and says in quite, collected response to the Priest of Morden.

“Your powers are weak old man.”

*The elf then relaxes entirely in silent request to those holding him for release.*

Cyrus, having swiftly dispatched the demon that accompanied him through the moonbridge, slashing and clawing at him even as he battered its face and skull into a bloody pulp with the pommel of his sword. After checking none of his injuries were life-threatening he slowly and quietly limped around the mass of people formed up around the moonbridge landing in Aevelmore into a position where he was behind Xanthos but within fast striking distance.

As the "monk" spoke Cyrus chuckled quietly and suppressed a knowing grin. He catches one of the Elves restraining him (one that had only recently escaped from the stockade for being caught in an illicit bout of gambling) and jerked his head to the side, The Elf responded by moving just a little, but enough to give Cyrus the opening he required.

Adjusting his hold on his sword, he swung the weapon like a club, aiming the heavy handle and pommel at the side of Xanthos` head. The unsuspecting blow landed heavily and with a sickening thud, smashing Xanthos to the side and rocking him forwards. Wiping the small smear of blood from the handle Cyrus re-sheathed his weapon and glared at the elves scowling at him.

"What?" He asked with as much contempt as he could muster "I always said the pri** talked too much!"

Shooing the stunned elves aside Cyrus began expertly binding Xanthos`s hand behind his back and hobbling his ankles as the cream dressed monk groaned pitifully.......
"I want words with you sunshine......" Cyrus whispered into Xanthos ear as he hauled him shakily to his feet.


"Well what he f*ck are you looking at?" he exclaimed at the gormless looking elves. "Get the f**k through there and help Althea and Ty!".........

A group of elven archers each bearing the livery of the elves of Avealmoor nod to Cyrus’s orders and quickly follow those that had already gone through the moonbridge..