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A single Tyberan priest silently weaved a spell over our camp to ensure that we both would remain in slumber as the four Tyb assassins stole up on us. Unbeknownst to my slumbering form, they make off with Krolaun. However, as the spell begins to wear off, the elf awakens and begins to struggle. One of them punches him in the jaw to make him behave, but his grey eyes only flare in anger. The same one punches him again, this time making him bite his tongue and draw blood. He spits it out, staring hatefully at the Tyberans that hold him captive.They enter the clearing and he struggles more fiercely. He is able to draw a dagger and slash the Tyb that had hit him, but that is all he is able to do before they overpower him. Amid much cursing, they relieve him of the remainders of his belongings, which they ruin and scatter. They search him thoroughly and leave nothing to chance. They even tear the cloak from his shoulders, tossing it carelessly into the middle of the clearing. He continued to struggle, kicking one in the knee. The injured Tyberan roars in pain and his captors beat him into unconsciousness.
When he awakens, they have broken from the forest and are traversing across the steppe. They set him down, thinking him still out cold, but he is anything but. He surges to his feet, taking off at a dead run. He reaches up with his bound hands, caressing the Emerald of Bast on his breastplate, but he falls forward as one of the Tyberan tackles him to the ground. They growl and relieve him of even his armor, leaving it in the hands of one of the guards. This time, they pin him on the ground between them, waiting.
Their wait is not long as She arrives. The Gate glows at her back, shimmering across her sable fur. Her amber eyes burned as she motioned for the guards to let him up. He rose to his feet, glaring at his hated enemy. She steps toward him, her lip curling in a sneer. She places a hand on her hip, her tail lashing fitfully.
"Walk to me now, you impudent, little wretch, and ask me to end it all," she growls as she walked even closer, "Do you think you can stand against me now?"
He stared at her, undisturbed. She narrows her eyes as she kicks him violently in the chest. He flies back, hitting the dirt with a dull thud, but he makes no sound. She looks at the guards, her eyes blazing. One steps to the fore, holding out the breastplate.
"He is with Bast, so unusual," he says.
She regards the breastplate, then the elf, "No worry. He will die and not have to worry about being with Bast for long," she turned on her heel, stepping back through the Gate, "Take him to the Temple and await my arrival. I want to watch him squirm, but I have one little problem to attend to."
With that, a second Gate is opened as the one Shard stepped through closes. The last guard tossing the broken breastplate to the ground and goes through.
Then the vision faded...
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