Word spreads that the great beast known as the Undoer has been bound.
Rumors have it that it is directly beneath Amia's forest, underground, and underwater.

The earth no longer trembles... For now...

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?

A quiet respite, a fleeting interlude, in a dimly lit room in a tower on a small, insignificant speck of rock in the vast, Trackless Sea.

"This is far from over, you know." A man spoke quietly, in barely a tone above a whisper, looking over a sleeping half-elven toddler with worry in his eyes, leaned on stave.
"Of course." The reply, an ethereal voice, and a corresponding glimmer in the blue crystal ball adorned the man's stave, sounding even softer than that of the man.
"It took far too long to subdue. Far too many people suffered. Far too many..."
"You did what you could."
"It was not near enough, not even close, damn it. And, the aftermath will undo everything we have worked for, and lead to even more strife and discord."
"You know, if I ever have need to be depressed, I know with whom to speak."
"Yes." A bland, dry reply.

"Far from over, but perhaps, time to breath..."

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Playing:
Marcus Valis

No assassins had been sent yet. Mystra herself hadn't descended from the skies above Guldorand to smite him. He was still the odd man out that was 'simply incompetant' in his ventures, or the inconsequential spy that was barred from most cities, too cowardly to pose a threat.

Perfect.

Up in a room in the Logjammer, a certain diabolical diabolist was busy writing out letters and missives by candlelight.

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Who are you. What are you. Why do you scream at me?

Panic spread in the forest yesterday when a small tunnel to the Undoer was opened, and very nearly drained the pond. The adventuring group that happened by were able to halt the draining of the water at the last second, preventing the release of the creature.

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Persephone Ashallin - Persistant Salandran
Vrok - Cudgel?