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'''Title: Chapter Three - Discovery '''

'''Author: The Amanuensis '''


There had been quite 
an explosion of new 
members into the 
brotherhood in recent 
days.  Many of them 
were still very new to 
the lands of Britannia. 
Some were so 
appreciative of the 
home and the 
assistance they'd 
found in the Brethren 
of Light, they took it 
upon themselves to 
donate anything they 
did not immediately 
require.  
Such was the 
case this fine evening, 
when Nvxvs, 
Shadesta, and 
Volderzap -- all 
recent Initiates -- 
were providing 
reagents and leather 
they had chanced 
upon.


"Tanth," Niltsiar 
began, "Why don't you 
go ahead and put those 
in the reagents box 
for them."


He nodded as he 
gathered the few 
items strewn about 
the ground in front of 
the small guildhouse.  
As he carried them 
inside, the thought 
occurred that now 
would be the perfect 
opportunity to set the 
wheels of mistrust 
into motion.


Checking to make 
certain he was the 
only one in the 
guildhouse, 
Tanthazarus pulled 
the parchment from 
his cluttered pouch.  It 
still smelled of the 
filthy drow, and of 
their Jabbress, 
Silvaria.  Quickly, he 
placed it in the center 
of the small chest 
which held a few 
score of assorted 
mystical herbs.


Rather than have 
someone chance upon 
it and use it to their 
own advantage, he 
sought to bring it to 
someone's attention.  
Someone who could 
keep things quiet if 
need be.  Someone he 
could trust should the 
secret need to be told.  
At that very moment, 
still swaggering from 
the recall spell, Sir 
Chalen appeared 
outside the window.


"Perfect," he 
muttered to himself, 
unaware that 
anything had actually 
escaped his lips.
He closed the box and 
walked outside, 
resuming his 
conversations with the 
younger ones of the 
guild.  They sought 
adventure, as is 
usually the case with 
such young lads.  
Chalen saw them off.  
But before he could get 
away himself, Tanth 
stopped him.  


"Chalen.  
A most urgent matter 
hath arisen."


"Aye?" came his 
quizzical reply.


Tanthazarus nodded 
his head, then cocked 
it quickly in the 
direction of the door, 
an unspoken request 
that they speak in 
private.
Upon entering, Tanth 
quickly closed the 
door, and in a hushed 
voice said, "Look in the 
reagents box."


He waited, watching 
the expression on his 
fellow Elder's face as 
he stumbled upon the 
words of the Drow 
Jabbress Silvaria.  His 
eyes grew wide at 
first, a look of shock.  
Then came the fury 
of a betrayed man.  "I 
know not what to say," 
he stammered.


"Aye," the old mage 
replied, "'tis a most 
disturbing finding.  I 
too am speechless, and 
ye know how rarely 
that happens!"


Sir Chalen grinned 
uncomfortably.  He 
was horrified.  The 
two stood, speechless, 
as if trying to piece it 
all together.  "He has 
been quite liberal in 
his spending habits 
lately," Tanthazarus 
suggested.


"I noticed."


For the awkward 
moments that 
followed, the two sat 
in silence.  Finally, 
Tanth suggested that 
Chalen keep the book 
in his strongbox, so 
that the Elders might 
come up with a way to 
find Truth.


In the hours that 
followed, LA Woman 
was also informed of 
the finding, and she 
was shown the evil 
penmanship of the 
Jabbress.  Pain, 
denial, and hatred 
came together in the 
proud woman, yet all 
she could do was sit in 
silence as well.


The following day, the 
plan had been devised. 
The Elders would 
keep secret their 
finding on the Lord 
Sovereign, then place 
him into a test.  If he 
passed the test, his 
name would be 
cleared, but even more 
questions would be 
raised.  If not...  The 
Council of Elders 
dared not think of the 
consequences.


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