The capture of the Yath'sargtlin

Rumor circulates of the Yath'sargtlin was captured and taken to Myth Drannor.

The last words spoken before he was taken where to a jaluk "Tell the Yath'tallar usstan dine with the Darthiiri this cycle"

None have seen him since.

*upon hearing this rumor Eclav Zau'Afin cackles*

*She turns to all those foolish enough to be within her sight*


Vith him! There is no excuse for failure! Drow do naut rescue Drow from the clutches of the enemy. In this Malla Lolth tests the Yath'sargtlin to see if he is worthy of her favor!

Good luck Edrik, Udos hope dos pass the Dark Queens test!

*cackles and pinches a random jaluk*

*looks to Eclav from the shadows as she makes her proclamation, shaking her head. She mutters to herself*

"This is what happens when Jaluk's spend to much time on the surface... fight well Yath'sargtlin, when dos return usstan am sure the Yath will have words for dos.."

*A cruel grin splits her lips, and she leans back into the shadows that conceal her as well as they ever will, wishing to avoid the old Yath'taller's attention*

Naradril slowly picked himself up from the dirt floor of the Old Tybold Mine, having been tossed inside by his assailants.

His head swam. He felt nauseous. He could taste blood in his mouth and he ached all over.

"Vithing kivvil..." He muttered to himself, trying to recall the Yath'sargtlin's last words. He remembered seeing him in chains, at the mercy of a half-darthiiri and an Eilastreann male he thought he had seen before.

"So much for what would have been a substantial reward..." He cursed under his breath, punching the nearby wall in anger.

He had managed to defeat the Eilastreann faern, he recalled - but then everything went black...

"Guess I'll have to bring the news to the Illharess anyway..." He shrugged, not too thrilled with the idea of reporting his failure, and continued back down to his home in the depths below.

*places a urn on her desk and writes into her tome shakeing her head*
loose ends... most displeasing.