A column returns.

Boom Boom Boom

The sound of drums from the olath echo through underdark.

Boom Boom

The drumming slowly gets louder and louder as it approaches
the refugee camp.

Boom Boom Boom

At last a column of red clad soldiers come into view flying
the banners of the ultrin Qu’ellar Dabel’kith led by Ul’Qu’el Olath Fahliell
Sabanna with Yath’abben Geldune at her side.

Just a few steps behind the Jabressen the Sargtlin Spirrak walks
with his falchion to hand scanning the shadows for any danger to the yath’abben.

The sargtlin BelZar walks next, his bow up and ready an
arrow knocked. He is leading a chain of
100 rothe who are heavily laden with packs on their backs and shackled
together. A few have fallen on the long march and are just dragged along by
their ankles as the column moves together.



A bard walks next to BelZar beating out a cadence on his
drum.

Boom Boom Boom!

Flanking the column of rothe are the Zhuanin’s Caius and
Alton Dabel’kith. They glimmer behind
magical defenses and each controls a large conjured spider with fangs dripping
with poison which walk up and down the column of rothe.

Bring up the rear of the column is the monk Ardul Dabel’kith
dressed in all black robes. She licks
her lips watching one of the fallen rothe bounce along on the ground being
dragged by the others.

Finally walking a few steps behind Ardul is the sargtlin
Yarblek Dabel’kith. His crossbow is
casually slung over his shoulder he has a large greasy leg bone in his left
hand of which he is gnawing on the small bit of meat and gristle that
remains. In his right hand he carries a
large tankard of foaming ale. It seems
that he has spilled as much ale down his front as he has managed to get down
his throat. He smells nearly as bad as
the column of rothe and his cloak appear read only to a keen eye.

The column comes to a halt outside the Dabel’kith pavilion and
Sabanna steps inside with Yath’abben Geldune in tow. As Sabanna ducks her head under the fine silk
door she fully expects to present herself to her Ilhar Liditchi. Instead she finds Llilith sitting in Liditchi’s
place.

Glancing around Sabanna quickly surmises what must have
taken place while she was away on her task for the Qu’ellar and immediately falls
to her knees pulling Geldune with her.
Geldune gives Sabanna a scowling look as she was half way through her
curtsey to a Yath’Tallar when Sabanna pulled her down to her knees.

Sabanna swears her fealty to the new Ilharess and Geldune a
little slower follows suit. After a
brief conference in the pavilion the all walk out and Sabanna makes sure the
rest of the column also swears fealty.
She glairs up and down at them looking for the lightest hint of
hesitation. The barn is a half a second
too slow at getting to his knees and is rewarded with a blast of acidic energy
which melts his drum and most of his fingers.

The entire column in unison swears fealty to the new
Ilharess.



Sabanna presents Llilith with the gift of 100 rothe. Well maybe 93 as 7 are hardly still
alive. Each carries a sack of adamantine
ingots to be used to make the great gates of the Dabel’kith compound.

After ensuring the entire column is loyal to the new
Ilharess, Sabanna turns to Llilith and asks “perhaps malla Ilharess would like
the Yath’Abben to sacrifice 50 of the rothe in malla of dosstas victory?”