Sarnoth

Caitlin checked the scope again and cursed, there were definitely two contacts far behind her. They’d been bouncing up for a second every now and then since shortly after she’d launched, but now she’d got a good capture of them. It was a pair of elven Skates, fast attack boats with heavy weapons and very good shields. She had a very bad feeling about those two, they had been staying so low she couldn’t even read them on the scope most of the time, only popping up to clear an obstruction. What was even stranger was how they were hanging back so far, farther than most scanners would be able to pick up. The Night Caller’s boat had a few upgrades though, even beyond the fact that it was an old combat tug used for space work. There was a chirp from the comm panel, and when she looked down the green connect light was flickering. She had a stable data connection! Cait reached down and punched the transmit button hoping the connection would hold long enough. Seconds after she had begun

Born more than a century before Netheril fell in the city of Myth Drannor, Varleth was the first son of a minor house. He was trained in the arts of wizardry and spent many long days communing with the Mythallar in the city. Eventually he grew interested in the new magics that the humans of Netheril were working with. He petitioned the leaders of the city to allow him to study from the Netherses, and was surprised when he was named envoy to those same people. He quickly made arrangements and secured a place in the enclave of Karsus, one of the premiere floating cities of Netheril. There he spent a century learning the human’s ways and going native as it were. He was in the floating city when Karsus himself challenged the Lichlord, and when he cast his final spell. Feeling the terrible disruption of magic beginning he tried to flee to Myth Drannor to warn of the coming disaster, but the weave of magic was torn asunder while he was between worlds. When he finally emerged long ages

Cahir Malfanis, it’s not my full name. It’s a title attached to my clan name. Pronounced Kire Mulfanis, in the common tongue it means something like, the scout or observer of the Malfanis clan. But it carries greater meaning too, in our language, it tells of being the first to see the world, to find how it has changed. It carries the ideas of long journeys and distant lands refound, and aid given to those found there. It speaks also of the homecoming that is my duty, and stories I will bring back. It speaks finally of judging those of the world, to discover if we might be accepted now or whether or not we should stay hidden yet longer. Until I return home and fulfill my duty my name will be only Cahir, my true name remembered only by the clan until I reclaim it. The Malfanis Clan is a hidden clan of Yaun-ti long separated from the rest of their people. Hidden in the Dunrock Mountains they schemed and plotted the infiltration of Xorhas for their secretive God. But something

“Ah well, there’s a few options there. The first being casting her out of this place, she’s the only piece of Tirese that is allowed to be here, and casting her out will slow her down greatly. It would take her several years to find her way back from that. Next, well it’s not a bad option for you. You could allow her to live in your shadow, taking her from this place until you choose to return her. This would grant her access to your mind, and you to her power. You could likely resist her temptations while still using her great strength to accomplish much.” “Finally there is the option to truly destroy the monster here, but there are some problems with this choice. Most notably, you don’t possess the capabilities needed to do the job. And you very much lack the time to gain what you need. Now, I do have the needed power to do so, but in order to use that power I need to come into direct contact with her. Which I can’t do because if I move to either side she’ll run to the darkness.” “If

Trent slowly stood as a younger dwarf in light armor came into view, he wasn’t great at reading dwarven faces but this one seemed distracted. The two dwarves spoke a moment and Trent heard his name in there somewhere. Then the younger dwarf snapped to attention and saluted him. “I’m Thrun, Captain, and I will escort you to the Clan-head. Please come this way if you would.” Trent followed Thrun through the maze of similar looking tunnels and passages until they reached an elevator. Thrun took him inside and used a key to unlock a shielded panel then pressed the button there. “It’ll take a few moments sir, it’s a long way and we’ll have to change tracks a few times. Is….is it true you had vairlin on your ship? Do you think I could meet them when everything settles down a bit?” Trent didn’t know what to make of the question and so puzzled he answered. “Well….yes there were vairlin onboard, but they were there because they chose to be, they wanted to help us and so came along. As to

The trio of dreadnaughts came through the pass almost shoulder to shoulder, their lumpy blistered hulls coated with a red oily paint that was supposed to help with fire suppression. The hulls were sealed forward with the oversized gun barrels projecting from the blisters and randomly tracking targets. The three ships were coated in a buzzing hissing yellow aura that, even as Trent watched, cooked a good sized hawk that got too close. He hit the intercom for the weather deck and called out. “Okay guys, you’re up, take them shields down!” Then he hit the intercom for engineering. “Rothis! Start venting the plasma!” Suddenly the smell of ozone built around Trent, and around the whole ship, as the five vairlin started their work. Dreska came to the bridge and gripped the arm of Trent’s command chair. “They begin Captain, in just a moment they will finish this part of the work.” Trent nodded and called over the ship wide. “Here we go folks! As soon as the vairlin finish seal the weather