On the Road from Shadowdale woods.

For any traveling the hour long road from the northern vales to the shadowdale woods would find a gruesome sight. A man literally being held by a tree which obviously had it's branches "Formed" to hold the being. The helmet of a zhentarim soldier still on and the cloak torn down the middle by a powerful claw. Beneath the zhents plate armor was a stick lodged into this mans torso was stabbed through a peice of parchment that read "I'm Back, This is the punishment for all Zhentarim and their disrespect for the forest. Expect more bodies, You will not see any more mercy from me" It is left unsigned.

// Thanks Aerys for being a good sport.

Upon the tree next to the body of Aerys Ebon hawk was the helmet of the Weaver, a torn peice with a symbol of the red wizards, and another half ripped cloak hanging from the branches. scattered throughout the woods and the edge of the cormanthor were spell chars and the signs of fight along with blood trails leading back to shadowdale from the road.

Much later, Tsoth would rise from his makeshift bed and tend to his many wounds. His torn robe would be discarded, only to be replaced by another fresh set of clothing. What little he recalls, combined with the tales of the lone survivor, would not completely lift the haze which clouds his memories.

"Ka.........yes, it would seem the line has been drawn"


//Good times Ka. It's been a while, but as always, it was fun:)