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In a room devoid of darkness, lit so brightly that it almost glowed with radiance, the Great Lord's Chosen met openly.
"He says it must be found, and quickly," Sammael repeated as he fidgeted with a sharp blade of obsidian, flipping it into the air.
Lanfear sighed, her bosom heaving and creating a distraction. She smirked as Sammael fumbled the knife and said, "If it hadn't been lost the time we had it in hand..."
Moghedien glared at Lanfear. "That's the point," she said coldly. "IN HAND."
The other Chosen murmured among themselves, preparing for what could become yet another battle for favor between the Spider and Lanfear.
"ENOUGH," Ishamael ordered. "Gather the Friends of the Dark. Marshal the fists. The Great Lord demands the red orb..."
Moghedien stepped back, gathering shadows around her from thin air. "...and He shall have it," she said, stepping through a portal of deepest night. With a flash of light she was gone.
Lanfear smirked, her eyes cold. "Showoff," was all she said.
Somewhere else...
The old man shuffled along, his cane tapping the way as his faithful dog heeled obediently. His feet took him away from Tear, as he began a journey to places unknown. No one saw him leave or, if they did, who would care what an old man did?
Somewhere else...
Lacquered fingernails stroked the hollow bamboo reed that had held a message, now destroyed. Could the information be relied upon? Time would tell. The Return would benefit highly if the news was accurate.
Somewhere else...
A man sat at the end of a bar, his eyes watching the doorway as he pretended to drink from a wooden mug. He had a wide space around him, for even as he was roughly dressed he had the bearing of someone greater to him. As a woman entered the tavern he got up, setting his mug aside. He walked up to her and said, "I'm afraid you're in my way," and she crumpled to the ground, a red stain blossoming on her chest.
He stepped over her twitching body as her eyes glazed over, and walked into the night.
Good luck. This is a live quest. Expect pk, danger, drama, and a whole lot of ... well. Expect the unexpected.
Edit: Oh yeah. Guess what? Un-locatable. Un-portable. Un-friendly to channies just swooping in. Level playing field, all. Play nice.