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'''Title: Chapter Four - Ambush! '''

'''Author: The Amanuensis '''

The path was blazen
with runes, marked
for fast travel to the
site of the ambush.
The Brethren were
informed that a small
party of Drow were
travelling the lands
known as the Arena,
and that now was the
perfect opportunity to
strike. All available
prepared for the
onslaught.

Lord Sovereign missed
the first gate, and
intentionally so.
While the Brethren of
Light were facing
insurmountable odds,
he would be holding a
pleasant chat with
Silvaria, Drow
Jabbress. As pleasant
a conversation as can
be held with a
darkened elf,
anyway.

One by one, the
Brethren fell, until
their numbers were
strewn across the
battlefield, from one
end to the other. They
had never suffered
such defeat, and were
aghast that their plans
for ambush were so
horribly ill-fated.

Even before the first
Drow appeared behind
their lines, they knew
something was wrong.
Rumors of the
Traitor had been
circulating for many
days. When it was
finally realized that
they had been
betrayed, it was far
too late. The real
ambush had slain
every last bringer of
Light.

Their ghosts spoke in
a symphony of
outrage. Even after
they had returned to
their bodies, the
awestruck Brethren
were still piecing the
events together. Sorn
Duskryn, wearing his
usual, revolting,
pointed grin, rode up
on his mount to make
the usual small talk.
It was his manner to
treat the defeated
with this false
respect; a wonton
disregard for the
Valor of the fallen.

It was now that one
finally realized: Lord
Niltsiar had not
followed. Surely, he
had set them up for
the fall. Had he been
there, the Brethren
would have lynched
their guildmaster that
very instant. But a
few -- those with
warm hearts and cool
heads -- demanded to
see all the evidence
before thinking of
doing such a thing.
They wished a trial.
He was innocent until
proven otherwise.

So each with their
own reason, they
raced back to the
guildhouse in search
of the elusive Truth,
only to have their
suspicions verified.
As the door to the
guildhouse swung
wide, Niltsiar sat
there, grinning, with
none other than
Silvaria herself.



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