Chapter Four - Ambush!

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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.