"Right." Storm said.
After a bit, Storm had guided Dulvac to a portion of the woods. At first, it seemed as if there was nothing there. Then the warrior took off one of his gloves and touched a dead tree. On the back of his right hand was a rune, and the rune glowed with a faint yellow light as he touched the tree. The area around where he touched the tree became distorted and warbled, partially dispelling a magical illusion. Walking through the rift, Storm entered an outpost. Three people were inside, sitting around a table. One of them stood up.
"Storm. You've accomplished your mission?"
"Yep." the man said, turning to Dulvac. "As per protocol, please send the message that we're coming."
"Right away." The man walked over to an orb and touched it with his bare left hand. He had a similar rune, that glowed a faint green.
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Seven men all sat around a table. This was the Council of the Blackquill... or what was left of it. There were two seats, still empty from the deaths of two councilmen. They had yet to replace those good men. They were all talking in quiet voices, discussing the events of the week and how it affected their grand plan.
A knock came from the door. The man at the front of the table, resting on the highest seat, told whoever was outside to enter the room. A man came inside - a messenger. The rune on his hand still had a faint green light.
"Council of the Blackquill, we have received news from the outpost. Storm has Dulvac with him. They will be here by sunset tomorrow."
"Good." the man at the front said. "Send four Owls to guard them."
"Yes, sir!" the man said, heading out.
"Well... it seems that we will soon be able to get Phase 1 underway." Ezekiel Sheuzor said, smiling. "At last..."