Awaiting Orders

(OOC: This post is happaning in The Relm of The Alzans.)

*Un benounced to The Assain or its Master. The Assain it's self was being tracked. In a distanet relm three men in white robes where watching its every move on a viewing screen.*

Man 1: "Is It deffinalty A 26663?"

Man2: "Yes your exelence it is the missing Assasin. The one that was lost during the Great war with the race that calls themselves The Wathchers."

Man3: "Chancollar I advise you to dissintergrate it now. It can only bring embarasment down on us. and also it is a threat to the dwellers of this relm."

*Man 1 (The Chancollar) turns to his 2 advisors Zep & Lak.*

Chancollar: "Do you know what you are sujesting Lord Lak? You are sujesting that The High Council of The Alzan's intefers in the goings on of another relm. The embarasment of that should it come out would be far greater then that which the Assasin would cause us."

"No Gentlemen. I am of the oppinion to leave it be, no one knows what it is or where it comes from. I say we ignore it and turn to more pressing matters of state."

Lord Lak: As you whish your exalancey.

*The 2 men turn to leave.*

*Lord Zep on the other hand has another sujestion to make.*

Lord Zep: "Perhaps we could interveen but in a way that would not cuse us embarasment and may actualy be helpfull in dealing with 2 tricky subjects of sate."

*The Chacollar and Lord Lak stop and turn to look at him.*

Chancolar: "What do you meen Lord Zep?"

Zep: "Suppose we where to send in a represntative, an unoffical one. Someone who could blend in well and would not arouse much suspison."

Lak: "But there is no one like that. Any Alzan setting foot in that Relm would be imediatly reconisable as a stranger, and that would lead to awkward questions."

Zep: There is one.

Chancolar: Who?

Zep: The exiled Lord Regent.

Lak: HIM! THAT EMBARASEMNT TO THE ALZAN RASE. YOU'S SEND HIM BACK THERE TO BRING FURTHR SHAM ON US??

Zep: Why not think about it. If he destroys A26663 we are rid of an embarsement. If he dies we are rid of an embarsennt. We win either way. And we can always confine him to that relm for as long as we deem fit.


*The Chancoalr thinks about it then smiles.*

Chancolar: " A most magnificant idea Lord Zep, you have a bright future ahead for you. Lord Lak, you where the one who sent him to Skarzan, so find him and return him to this town of Wolfenden."

Lord Lak: I do so but I wish it noted that it was under protest.

Chancolar: So noted

*Lord Lak turns to the screen and the image of The Assain & Wolfenden blur and fade the image that replaces is it is of a desolate landscape and there in the middle of this watse land sat on some rocks........is the familer figure of The Hobo Magican TOM TROUGHTON.* [ModNote: Last seen in The Parting.]

Chancolar: Send him back Lord Lak.

Lord Lak: As you wish sir.

*Lak concentrats on the image of Tom and it begins to glow, Tom looks around in supprise but is soon swolled by the light. When it fades he is gone.*

Lark: The Lord Regent is now on his way back to Wolfenden. He should arrive on The Path that leads into town.

Chancolar: Exalent, I hope he suceeds. Come gentelman The High Master is awaitng us in chamber."

*The Three men exit and the screen gose Blank.*