To the Council of Baulders Gate

[Stranglethorn]

*A note is delievered by a darkly cloaked man dressed in black leathers, dropping it before the duke, the duke stoops and picks it up and scratches the side of his head.*

*Tears it open and looks at the parchment.* Eh whats this....

Dear council

I Grom Giggle-Pants seek to over come your petty city with but a finger of my will! You know what I speak you filithy little sleepers!
Baulders gate was my home! You tossed me out long ago with that gods cursed Baal Child! I will have my revenge and my allies are more numerious and plentyful than you can imagine! Quake in fear! For the might wrath of Grom Giggle-Pants decends upon your city! Even now as you recieve this my army stands before your walls! The endless waves of my army will crash down upon your city like a crashing wave! You will know death councilmen and you will know it tonight!

Grom Giggle-Pants knows where you hide filith! YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME!

GPG

P.S And i'll get your little dog too!

*The man mutters to himself initating a powerful dweomenor and his illusion fades, crimson eyes flash like blood in hollow sockets, tears of blood ran down his shadowed face, Dark raven hair rolled out of the hood to curl around his neck like writing snakes as he stood up to his full hight and crumpled the letter in his gloved hand. Morthasil did not suffer fools, and he wasn't going to suffer a insult such as this.* My carefully laid plans shall not be wasted by some little knave thinking he has the power to thwart me? *Growls and casts a protection spell causing flickering eyes to rotate around his person and then he walked out into the rain, his cloak blowing in the wind behind him, his eyes casting a surreal glow as if he was guided by some fiendish apparition. His hands crackled with crimson lighting as he walked to the hill of his "Occupied residence" and looked down upon a scores of brigands and thieves, cut throats and all, his eyes sensed magic in the air about the place and likely there was more than what meets the eye. He muttered another spell and his vision blured into a bluish haze and everything became dull, yet before him it was as if the sun had risen anew. More magic than he could possiblely count. (Dramatic soundtrack instrimental LOTR type stuff.) * I best tell Mencius.. *Muttering a few words he was gone, as if he did not exisist.*

// I figured i'd write some humor somewhere here and get the kinks out.

[DM Sin]

*as the Duke finishes readingthe letter a guard comes rushing over to his side*

"Sire! A massive army is just outside of the city with catapults along the outskirts of the walls!"

The Duke replies cooly "Send every man, woman and child to the walls, and hang them from there to soften the blows of the projectiles. If all else fails offer the invaders free access to the Undercellar to keep them pre-occupied whilst I head off to Black Dragon Gates and head north to raise a relief army in Waterdeep."

[Stranglethorn]

*The glittering motes of light disipate from the around the mage, as he stands in a foul smelling corridor, his eyes still flickering with that menacing glow, he begins to follow the passage aligned with scions of torches long dead. The place he intended to go was a meeting place of sorts, and as he ended the passage, he looked into a vault. The darkness illuminated by sun roofs aligned to catch the moon and the suns brilliance cascaded down into the hall he now stood like curtians.*

Mencius? *Was the wizards standard reply.*

The Giggle-Pants barrage has commenced and I believe we need to deal with this bothersome pest before our plans are discovered. I did not travel all the way here from Cormyr to be ruined now, you should say the same. *Laughs* The luskan Brotherhood of the arcane decends upon Baulders Gate gangsta's fo da izzi fo shizzi and by that I mean US!

RUN FOR DA Hills AFORE THE GANGSTA BANGA's come fer yaz!!!