The Mind of the Master
The first light of the sun began working its way down from the tip the obsidian tower of Orthanc. White robes swirled with the faintest rustle as the one who wore them stirred out of his reverie from the dark throne to which he had retired. His thoughts, which had swirled cloudy like a dust devil on the desert of Rhun had now settled themselves into order.
Let them think they have confused me, he mused silently.
Let them think they are attaining their goal by stealth and subterfuge. Only one thing now remains to be done. In an adjacent room he penned a note in a thin but strong hand:
Quote:
Borleg:
The plans have changed. The forgoil have split their party and are coming from two directions. You are NOT to interfere with them in any way until they have reached their destination. If any of them survive what they find there, make sure that none of them escape alive. You will find their numbers much reduced and easier to deal with. To Victory!
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After appending his ornate S-rune and the wax insignia, he stepped to the window and gave a shrieking whistle. Within moments one of his messenger raven/crows appeared at the window. The old wizard tied a note to the leg of the bird, whispered a destination in its ear and an incantation over it's head, then sent it off in the direction of Ost-In-Edhil...
[ December 11, 2002: Message edited by: Thenamir ]