~the High Lord of Zhentil Keep read over the reports from the black Network. The armies on the move, full. Skirmishes already taken place.. The Godslayer had mobilized...as did Alante and other meaningless allies. Armadas were seen along the coast. the thought of all these forces together sent a sneer onto his lips. he slowly stood and sent word out. He would march his forces out of the dalelands and bring them into the fold. that would be step one. Mobilization. for the Zhentarim was not like the Red Wizards...he was the sole vioce of action when it came to the Black Network. Where he felt they should be...they were there. Alante had pulled itself out again, built an army again. It had to be crushed... His naval force, a fleet of Man of Wars would set sail with the dawn, leaving before word would be sent. he would arrive, en mass~
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~before the Archmage stood his best assassins. his most trusted agents. all three would be given the same message, ordered to seek the same man. he nodded to each as he passed them, heading from the Tower high. he was pulling on a pair of deep, rich purple gloves. his robes made a soft continous swish as he made his way to the basement. once in there, a pair of midnight eyes stood out in the dark. his hand ran down over the large snout of Mournygrym, the Archmage's personal pet. he turned and forced the double gates open. sunlight washed over the large cavarneous room causing the Black Dragon to reciol a bit. Manshoon mounted up and led his steed out into the courtyard of the Tower. Gathered were a host of lesser mages. and two Beholders that were assigned from the Sky Temple to Accompany manshoon personally. the Runners had left, already speeding over the bridges and towards the southern dalelands. Mournygrym lifted off the ground...followed by the flanking Beholders. soon the apprentice mages lifted ther steeds into the air, or simply shot into the air under Flying spells. it was impressive as the small elite column lifted into the air. Manshoon at the front, heading west to the waters...to Venway~
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thats right folks.
the Zhentarim is in the fold now.
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