"Take me to a place where many gather, where elves walk." , spoke the mystic, dark voice in the mind of the one who had accidentally discovered the enchanted dagger in the fire where the portal had erupted.
"What will you GIVE me for that??", thought the carrier of the dagger.
"what do you WANT?", came the answer.
Indeed the carrier understood the power in his hand, and related his desire to the enchanted dagger that had an abyssal name engraved into it.
Giggling like a child, the carrier danced and skipped, thinking of exactly where to place the dagger, fully expecting it to burst open a portal to the abyss. But he had never been to this place, and so he ventured across the Dales, seeking an entrance to the forbidden place.
He had no idea how lucky he was, that the mythal of Myth Drannor had been corrupted by void stones placed by the Chronomage Zsalat, enough to allow passage through the back cave in the forest . . .into the city . . . Other wise this plan would have abruptly ended. But. it did not.
Amazed at the sheer beauty of the legendary city, the carrier made his way to a sacred temple, where once entered, he was approached by a woman who seemed to be some sort of holy person.
"Bury me in her HEART and you shall have all you desire . . .do it NOW!", shouted the voice in the carrier's mind, as he, almost as a puppet on abyssal strings, plunged the blade into her, and ran!
Behind him, as he fled in almost panic, he heard the portal rip open!
. . . "I have just received a raven.", Elektra spoke in the back bar of Misty Falls Keep. "It seems that Zsalat may have returned, though we all though he was slain after opening portals inside the corrupted mythal . . and flooding half the city with Abyssals. A new portal was opened inside a temple, . and yet. . .oddly . . . nothing came OUT of it. Instead, a vortex pulled folks IN. Quite strange. But, all too late, the portal was dispelled. But i wonder if some how Zsalat has returned. Chronomages can do amazing tricks with time."
Among those listening at the bar, was the guilty carrier, who pretended to know . . . nothing.