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The Dark Hand of Evil
Prelude
On the Shores of Balna:
"Hey, how many ships are scheduled to dock today?" Gertal asked looking through his spyglass.
"I dunno, five maybe six. Why ya askin?" Hermal asked not looking up from the net he was mending. Gertal looked back through the spyglass trying to count the amount of ships that were moving quickly towards the shoreline.
"I think we better call the guard then."
On the northern shores of Hikria:
"Alert the Navy, battleships approaching. Send word to the capital, we're under attack!"
On the Border of Lylival:
"General, our night attack was successful. We have taken the sector, and prepare to move to the next sector. Even with the element of suprise gone, I believe we have the elves confused and it will take time for them to regroup"
"Excellent, Captian. Inform our night team they will attack again tonight. We will keep a constant state of attack at the elves doors. They will soon either all be dead or to weak to fight back."
In Corison:
"Minister Cordova?! What are you doing here Sir? What about the Council?"
"The Council is filled with fools who are blind to the larger scope of the world. And I head the head of this temple, it is only right I am hear to lead." Cordova pushes the doors open to his main chamber office to find a man at his desk in bright silver armour looking through papers.
"You?! By Gramlock, what are you doing here, Hertiak?!" Cordova moves across the room the meet the man laughing and smiling as the clasp hands.