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They trudged through the murky swamp, her soft sandals sucking down into the muck. Creatures occasionally lurched forward with malicious intent, only to be quickly felled by a blade or spell. They walked until they came to Papua. She smiled as the smell of grass and huts filled her senses. She could hear the pulse of the bankers heart as she, with dirt on her hands and feet along with her silent group stepped onto the teleporter.

She gave him a wink and then the world for a moment did not exist. Neither did she, she blinked twice as things came back into view, knowledge of self restored. She found herself looking around the mage shop in moonglow. Which was fortunate as that is where she wished to be. They sat at the table nearby talked quietly, and without incident, then disbanded heading home. Whatever could they be up to now?

The plans were in motion, and after all they had promised....

She was perturbed in all the excitement she had forgotten to give him the customary kiss on his masked cheek...It was a custom you know.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Cear Dallben ZOG]

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The hiss of an alley cat alerted Abernathy the Beggar to the presence of a man wearing a heavy cloak and top hat. "Be careful with those barrels!" Abernathy watched from the shadows as several thugs carefully rolled heavy barrels up the cobblestone streets from the docks and down into the Britain sewers. The man paused checking a pocket watch. "We're on time; we'll only have this cargo for a few more minutes."

"One spark and it all would... go boom!" the group of men burst into uneasy laughter. "At least we're being well paid for this."

The thug leaned against the sewer wall which was thick with slime and watched the rats and alligators in the muck below. A bluish magical light reflected off the walls as a monk clad in a coarse black cassock approached. The monk acknowledged the men with an abrupt nod of his head "bring the barrels this way".

Abernathy watched as the group cautiously made their way through the sewers and to a deserted section of the sewer wall. The monk knocked on the wall and removed a brick. The wall slid away revealing a tunnel. In the tunnel thousands of barrels bobbed up and down in the thick smelly sewer sledge. The men pushed their barrels into the tunnel. The monk passed a heavy bag to the men and they departed.

Abernathy waited but the monk did not move. Soon a large group of robed men and women carrying torches passed through the sewers. A dog followed the group with a tambourine tied to it's back, shaking in the cold damp tunnel. The monk quietly followed them before revealing himself, Abernathy followed the monk. "You are the ones I have been expecting."

“Who are you if I may?”

“You will know soon enough. The Sun Ruby Gem is almost restored.”

The others smiled and listened with glittering eyes as their leader continued to question the monk “See my fine Cabalists. They seek to recreate what Mondain took from his father. How can you be sure you won’t be killed for it as was he?”

“A worthy question” the monk muttered.

With a slanted nod the other replied “I will have to trust then.”

“The Gem is not for me alone, it is for all who hold true to the Promise. Would you share in its power? Join our cause against the false Queen who sits in Castle Britannia. Even now she sits unaware of the danger that surrounds her, certainly never expecting the menace that will soon erupt beneath her feet.”

“What is the plan? Flood the gates? Let the streets run foul with plague?” The leader of the Zog Cabalists replied.

“The sewers are to be packed with explosives so that the Castle may be breached causing a conflagration from beneath. We are certain that the network of tunnels beneath the Castle were compromised that the whole thing and most of Western Britain could become a sink hole and ignite a huge fire.”

“Honestly I’d like the entire place to be a sink hole. I wonder if I could watch from atop Lord Blackthorne’s Castle. We can supply explosives.”

Amid the excited laughter and talk, Abernathy sneaked back into the sewers unnoticed. “I must warn the Royal Britannian Guard.” He thought to himself.
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[Cear Dallben ZOG]

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Plot To Level Castle British Thwarted!

It was early, the fog was still rolling in from the Bay of Brittany.
Out of its thickness, the apparition of a small sail boat took form. The creaking, slow and long, quiet.
Mimicking the ships cautious maneuvers. Cargo was... fragile, to say the least. The rudder pulled left and the ship turned right.
Momentum dissipated drastically and perfectly as the ship barely collided with the flush cliffs of Britain.
The most intense moments of the ride at sea was over. One wrong move, and it would rain boats and barrels and bombs over Britain.



The street level clouds made for great cover as the cabalists operated without speaking. One by one they took the kegs off the boat
and into the sewers. Surely It couldn't hurt the Cult of Promises chances to level the castle.
They worked tirelessly for hours. No speaking, only actions. By the time they were done the
entire underground lair of stench and rot was covered in explosives. One fate filled landing from a bull frogs leap.
Thats all it took now. Time to move out.
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Something, was wrong. As Cult 1 of 2 exited the sewers they dashed for cover as the sound of marching steel passed them to the west.
From the farmers bridge to the castle foot men moved. With a hiss their leader said "What is THISSS!"
They were moving to the throne room. The Cabal must see what is amiss!

There was quite the crew assembled, and the queen had established a medical center.
These people, the Guard, they were preparing for something dangerous indeed.
But certainly they had not gotten wind of the quiet operation pulled this morning?!?!? Had they?
Sir Cedric Appeared.



And he spoke:

"Greetings I am Sir Cedric.
I have been appointed by Queen Dawn to command
The Royal Britannian Guard in Avery's absence.
You have been summoned tonight for a briefing
An anonymous letter was found and is the objective of our mission.
Queen Dawn does not want panic and chaos to engulf Britain
We must calmly thwart this plot without alarming the citizens of Britain
I will read the letter to you and explain what we must do."
*He unrolled the parchment*
"My Queen, You are in terrible danger
The Cult of Promise schemes with the Zog Cabal
The sewers beneath Britain are packed with explosives
The cultists plan to ignite the explosives and undermine
the Castle and set Britain on fire.
Nicholai is with them and he has used the Fire Ruby
to recreate the Sun Gem in his lair but
Something isn't right! The Sun Gem is corrupting
everything it comes into contact with and the Cultists
plan to spread the corruption of the Sun Gem throughout Britannia.
If we are to survive we must strike first and contain the Sun Gem.
* rolls the parchment back up *

"Now that you understand the urgency of our mission
I will explain what you must do.
We must fight the Cultists and diffuse the explosives they have hidden.
There are hidden passageways in the sewers that the Cultists are using.
Once we have disarmed the explosives we will follow the Cultists to their lair.
The letter does not say where to go in the sewers, so we will have to investigate.
That's all for now! Let's move out!"

!They had!

This cannot be! The Cabal was silent on their end.
Someone must have seen them when they first met with the Cult of Promise.
Nothing they could do now but... Move out...

The masses swarmed into the sewers, and it was true indeed. Whatever had become of the sun gem.
Was corrupting indeed. Chaos broke out almost instantly. What were the towering elementals?
Had the Sun Gem turned the Cult of Promise in to Mondain like monstrosities? The Tables had turn a
180 here, as the Cabal with the guard had to fight to defend themselves! Everything was different now,
all the variables has switched. But how could they make this work for them still....



Conflagrations fired off around the barrels of blackrock laced dynamite but the core of the charge was diffused,
the nimble hands of the Royal Britannian Guard. "DAMN THEM!" Dallben thought.




"I will search the tunnles and report back here when everything is clear" - Sir Cedric

Soon enough, yes, all was clear. Dallben made rash, nonsensical, decisions as fast as possible, he was good at this.
The Guard had defeated and defused all that was before him. But they had no way to move forward.
The Cabal picked up one piece of information last they met. A word, a password.

"essenceofthesun"

Dallben played himself off at the anonymous informant they day before, and told them of this password.
He though to himself. If the cult is out of the picture... Perhaps I can take this gem for myself.
The thought of the Sun Gem in the hands of an alchemist again...Made him very happy.



The password was spoken, and the guard and their infiltrators moved on.



Lets not even talk about this room, shall we?


The cult certainly made it hard enough to get to their chamber of workings. But after an hour or so of carnage,
the guard pushed through, and before their very eyes was the object of Cear's obsession.



There were more corrupted servants of the cult here, far more powerful.
The corruption varied directly with proximity to the sun gem. No match of course.
No match to the numbers there. And eventually Nicholai was spotted and called down by Cedric to face his judgment.

It was almost respectable, what was before Dallben and his followers. They found beauty in what the gem did to that man.
There was love there. Passion and respect, as Dallben threw a bottle of fire straight into its heart.
The clash broke out at once. The echo of steel on steel sent men to their knees. The mages took range and action as the essence
of what was once Nicholai sapped the lives from the room. The fall was steady but not equal, for ever man we lost Nicholai was
twice that closer to death. Then the archers who lacked clear shot climbed the pillars and helped deplete the man of his own existence. He was no more.

There was nothing left for The Zog Cabal to do now but wait for the Sun Ruby to me moved by
Cedric and the lands Royal Mages.
So they sliped into the shadows as the Guard headed back with the dead to the castle, for celebration and mourning.
What, a morning.