57 Summer, 2979
Middle Quarter, Iso’Farsh
Lord Agdread kicked the dead body of another Karsarian mage off the roof of the building. The fifth one today. The knight was finished with this little game of pretend with the war mages and their trading company masters. It was coming to an end and Agdread was glad that he could soon leave this cursed land.
The knight turned and began to make his way down from the roof when a strike of black shot past his right shoulder. The imp turned gracefully back toward the knight and began to speak rapidly in its infernal language. The knight remained quiet and listened to the creature describe how the meddlesome adventurers had found the secret ritual room of Jaxon and were attacking the disciples.
Frowning, the knight made his way off the building and down the street to the innocent looking building. As he walked, he called out to the Winter Wyrm’s aide. The eclipsed sun’s light was soon blocked by the wings of angels.