The council gazed down from their high backed seats, scrutinizing what message could this be. The guard trembled as their dark eyes swpet over him, yet he held fast to the silver plattter and the human head upon it.
Arbic motioned for the guard to step closer. He wondered what this could represent. He knew he and the others were safe, for the chamber was ensorceled with protections against a multitude of threats.
As the worried guard held the platter aloft for Arbic to examine the head more closely, its eyes flicked open. Then its mouth yawned wide and from it a black miasma arose and congealed in the air. Swirling and engulphing itself like a hundred starving snakes the dark mist formed an image.
"Masters of The Grim," the image spoke , "I am Lorgalis of the Ebon Blade and the head before you is Alaric Truthbearer. former paladin of the light and from what I have gathered... a thorn in your side foir some time. Word of your victories have reached the Ebon Hold, and I seek to lend my strength to your cause. The alliance and all it stands for must be eradicted, they must be made to suffer! I lend myself to you as a weapon against them."
The severed head arrives
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