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== [[The Catacombs|The chambers below Ainle]], before the death of Wenshardt == The man clenched his fists as he remembered the meeting with the lizardman. The stupid beast had not even considered that there might be more than one plan in motion. The so-called “peace” faction of the [[Gnoll Chieftain (Decisive Battle)|Red Chieftain]] would soon be destroyed, either by mercenaries or by the other Fomors. There would be no danger from that quarter. Then there had been the ambassador. His information on Fomor rituals had led to this. Thanks to the information torn from his bleeding body, he believed he understood what had gone wrong with the ritual twenty years ago. He wouldn’t make the same mistake – this time, it would work and they would have the power they needed to do what was right for the human race. He watched the group of men standing in front of him, organized into a circle and chanting in the unfamiliar Fomor tongue. They wore black outfits and spaced evenly between them were torches whose flames burned blue and green and purple, emitting no smoke. Their light barely penetrated the gloom that surrounded them. “This entire ritual makes me nervous, sir.” A young acolyte whispered. He tried to put on a gentle face for the apprentice. “Comfort yourself, ” the man in the brown robe said, laying his hand on the younger one’s shoulder. “Have faith that what we do here is for the ultimate benefit of those who tend humanity.” If the acolyte noticed the strange way that he had phrased his benediction, he said nothing. Indeed, he seemed to only have eyes for the group in black intoning the strange, guttural words. The man in the brown robe wasn’t particularly enjoying this. Betrayal, backstabbing, murder? This was not why he had dedicated his life to the cause. But his experience with humanity had shown him that they just weren’t worthy, and without guidance, they never would be. That’s why he had to do this. The time they all waited for would come of course -- in some distant future when they decided the people were ready. The man in the brown robe smiled as the chanting grew louder and more frenzied. A dark pool had appeared in the circle formed by black-clad chanters and the torches. In just a few minutes, a new era would begin. [[Glas Ghaibhleann|Something large]] was crawling out of the pool, its red skin pulled tight over a skull-like head, its overlarge mouth filled with too many teeth. The people standing in the circle turned and ran. One was too slow and was grasped by the creature. The man in the brown robe heard a crunching sound as gore flew everywhere. By that time though, he was running through the catacombs as fast as his feet could carry him. As he ran, he could hear the young acolyte’s panting behind him and farther back the sickening flap of misshapen feet hitting the stone floor. Without slowing down, he threw his arm back, striking the acolyte in the face. The younger man went down in a heap and there was a brief scream and wet, tearing sounds as he came to the ladder and began to climb up and out of the tunnels. Getting out of [[Ainle]] was easy after that. The vampire things that had emerged from the portal weren’t interested in him specifically. Certainly not when there was so much easy meat within reach.
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