![]() Ronath the Armorer was a seasoned warrior, the strongest demon after Malkom. "Ronath will pay for this once I get free," Kallen grated. "Not as of yet." The guards shoved Kallen and Malkom to their knees before the grave. ![]() Without fail, he figured his way out of seemingly impossible predicaments. Kallen muttered, "Can you see a way out of this?" Normally, Malkom could. those whispers of the Scarba - the abominations. In the back, a black-robed sorcerer worked at a vial-cluttered table. More guards lined the walls, with swords at the ready. Ahead, a pair of winded demon slaves stood beside a freshly dug grave. At once, Malkom began analyzing every inch of the area for an escape. Though the floor was of packed earth, the walls were hung with rich silks and tapestries. ![]() At the base of the stairs lay a subterranean chamber with an ornate throne on a dais. But his bonds were mystical Malkom was unable to teleport or break free. ![]() "The rumors are likely untrue," he lied, putting up a renewed resistance as the dozen guards forced them down a flight of stone steps. As the vampire guards shoved them along, deeper into their stronghold, Malkom suspected death might be welcome before the night was out. ![]() Demon plane of Oblivion, City of Ash Year 192 in the Rule of the Dead "Do we go to our death - or worse?" Malkom Slaine gazed over at his best friend, Prince Kallen the Just, wishing he had a better answer for him, anything to ease the apprehension in Kallen's eyes. ![]()
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