Abaddon approached the Abbey curious as to what his mentor was up to amongst the crowd. The halls echoed with the many voices shouting. Abaddon could barely concentrate, walking bewildered through the crowd searching for a familiar face among strangers. A shout. "Watch where you tread Mondanite!" Abaddon, looked up quizzically. "Does he mean the floor is boobie trapped?", he thought to himself. The banter with the errant "do-gooder" was rediculous and low brow. "Striker", Abaddon etched into his head. He continued his search for his mentor to transfer some items. As he walked out the front doors of the Abbey, he found Veritus in combat with an effeminate elf. The elf went unconscious, Abaddon grinned. A darker elf looked upon him with disgust and spoke accordingly. Abaddon didn't listen. He handed Veritus the items and they both departed.
Now it was time to revenge. While the knights are away, Mondain will play. Veritus and Abaddon arrived at the castle with a wandering healer (he was at the wrong place at the wrong time, such is the life of the weak). Together they cast walls of flame to engulf their victim.
They continued the casting until the flames licked the stones of the castle wall.
There, that will show them. We know where they live.....
"Vas Rel Por" and they were off.
