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Ah he got back to the main hall he found that the dragon was looking at a large pool of a viscous red liquid in the middle of the room, he was smiling.

"Where have you being Eonam?" he told, whithout watching away from the pool...

Within its waters Eonam could see the shape of an armored knight and a dark mass flying toward him from the sky.

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The mass of crows almost obscured the sky and begun to descend screaming on the knight, ready to dismember him in the name of their dragon overlord.

Sneak reached back to his purse and found it empty.  Cursing, he began picking up the scattered coins, while Carsten replied.

"Work together?  What possibly could we do to help on such as yourself, who clearly has skills far beyond our own?"

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In an instant, two of Nylarthotep's eye stalks, formerly moving listlessly, snapped taught and pointed at the fleeing Avariels.  Twin purple beams flew out from them.  One of the Avariel's was caught square in the back, and found himself unable to progress any further, caught in the Beholder's spell.  The other beam flew wide, and soon the Avariel was lost in the distance.

With a slightly annoyed tone, Nylarthotep spoke to the lead Avariel as the trapped Avariel was slowly dragged back towards the beholders.

"Now, here I am trying to be friendly, and you go and do something like that.  You want proof of my intentions?  There.  Look below."

Below, the captured Eladrin were emerging from Greyfang mountain and leaving the city of T'garth.  Nylarthotep did not let on exactly how much of his concentration was currenly being spent on keeping the beholders down on the surface in line to the Avariels... he felt it wouldn't exactly... make things any better.

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"Only a century?  Thats odd.  The gateway to the keep was made long before that, and we had confirmation that the key was delivered at that time as well.

As for betraying the Loremasters, Malick..." Athas coughed and turned to gesture at the expansiveness of the Library.

"Do you not see what this place is?  This place is the embodiment, the completion of all our goals and plans.  A repository for all knowledge, secure from the devastation of time and the perils of the Prime.  Is it betrayal to hide a birthing-day present from a loved one?  Take a look around and tell me that this is somehow a betrayal of my oaths as a loremaster" 

"Ah!  Well, that we can help you with."  Sneak says, getting to his feet with all his coins in the right place again.  "Do you know of anywhere we can go to find tools?  Our..." he looks at Carsten for the right words... "Ship... has crashed, and we need to find a way to fix what damage was done in the crash."

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Athas struggled as he was carried off towards the portal.

"Malick, don't be a fool.  Accept this gift the way it was meant to be given!"  He shouted towards the Loremaster.

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At the Avariel's action, the hundred fifty three eye stalks that made up Nylarthotep's body went rigid, then swiveled to all point at the head Avariel as several beholders began to give chase to the fleeing Avariel.  Magic danced in the eyes that stared hungrily at the lone being before them.  The main eye, nearly lost in and amongt the stalks, narrowed.

"Between you and me?  You dare to use such words with me?"  Nylarthotep hissed, words bubbling out of his mouth.  "Understand this, Scion of Silvera.  I came to offer a new type of relationship between your race and mine, one built on mutual good.  You clearly do not wish this."

Nylarthotep floated closer towards the Avariel, fetid breath washing over the Eladrin.

"I could just as easily return to the days of old, kidnapping your people, breaking apart your families, giving your leaders nightmares."

A few of his eyes looked downwards at the fleeing eladrin, although the vast majority remained trained on the Avariel.

"It would be a shame to have their deaths on your hand simply because you cannot be courteous, don't you agree?"