Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20131217033743/@comment-29461586-20131220140629

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''Meanwhile.... at Mzinchaleft...''

"What....!? What's the meaning of this!?" Martin replied at an unknown individual with a group of necromancers who suddenly appeared in his room.

"We we're the one who hired you, remember?" A mysterious hooded man replied.

"So you're the cause of my people dying from their 'meads'...." Martin replied with a grudge.

"Very clever, contaminating the large barrels of mead with poison..."

"Damn... I knew there was something fishy was about to happen sooner or later...." Martin replied slowly.

"I'm afraid you're no longer in a position to roam freely, dear friend." The Necromancer replied.

"Thanks to you, we now have all the bodies we need for our 'future campaign'. And by mopping you up, we can taint your little *guild* for generations to come." The necromancer replied back to Martin while chuckling.

"Take him away... I don't want this man to ever see the light of day again." Two Arch Necromancers approaches Martin.

"We will see about this...." Martin muttered, as he unwillingly surrenders and locked into a cage outside the entrance.