Cyznul sighed in mock resignation, as that had been who he was planning to meet anyway. He rechecked his wards, then spread his hands out in defeat.

"Take me to him."

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The two mages grabbed him as the third teleported them all back to the castle, they arrived behind the doors and walked into the room after few seconds that Jarlaxle had spoken about Cyznul.

"Welcome Cyznul!"

Jarlaxle welcome him as the mages placed him to his sisters side.

"Now that your house is destroyed with the assistance of Xarw.... I am offering you few chances, you can run and become outlaws, try to find a place in another house, which would addopt you... or join us.."

Jarlaxle said with a cunning smiled as he sat back down.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul noted Jarlaxle sitting casually on his mother's throne, took in his outlandish clothing with cool appraisal. Vushaz shot him a look that could have melted ice. Somehow her glare emboldened him. He stepped forward and did a mock bow.

"You leave me little choice."

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Xarw walked behind them at that moment and they all could hear the mock in Cyznul`s voice, it was clear that they didn`t appriciate that they were chosen to be saved. Xarw kicked Cyznul in the leg, just behind the knee that would bring down any drow kind of being.

Vushaz looked at Xarw then whom smirked slightly.

"So it seems you are both coming with me then?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul bore the pain without exclamation. He rose to his feet and lowered his eyes. He looked askance at Vushaz, wondering what was to be done with her. Sacrificing females to the Spider Queen was not unheard of. Certainly he would feel safer with Vushaz dead.

He bowed to Jarlaxle, with more sincerity this time.

"Jarlaxle!" One of the commoners of Vren'arach, newly turned into a messenger boy, stumbled into the audience hall. The boy prostrated himself fully before the guildsmaster and waited for permission to rise.

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Jarlaxle looked at the arrival with his eyebrown raised as he sat normally and leaned forwards wit his hands o his knees.

"Get up, now what is it.. oh by the way you can go now... Xarw take them with the mages and introduce them to their new home..."

Xarw bowed with respect and grabbed both of the siblings by the shoulders as the mages stepped forwards beginning to cast a spell.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul stood still as the mages cast, trying to recognize the spell. He looked curiously at the messenger boy.

"Matron Mez'Barris Armgo demands you turn the house over to her," the child said humbly. He opened his mouth again, then thought better of it. Nevertheless the impending threat hung in the air.

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"Ah... she obviously wants to hear how we faired here, but she knows the result anyway..."

Jarlaxle smiled and left the room as the mages finished their sell, they appeared into a well furnitured room without windows and it had food on the table. The mages left the room as Xarw sat down into one of the chairs with smile on his face as he stared at them.

"You would like to kill me right now wouldn`t you for betraying you?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"On the contrary," Cyznul said, spreading his hands out before him. He hunkered down as well and kept his eyes fixed on Xarw. "I must look the loyalist musn't I? It rather does excite my sentiments thinking about the dead corpse of my loving mother."

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"Doesn`t it exite every house son?"

Xarw smiled.

"But on the other hand people like you see them once, but I see them once in a while and I must admit....after all that arrogance and so called superiotity they just lie there in their own pool of blood.."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul smiled. "Normally one of the priestesses would whip you for - "

The air shimmered before them. Cyznul leapt up and readied a spell. Five mages materialized, all wearing the insignia of Barrison Del'Armgo. They cast a glance around the room, then started for Cyznul. Lightning crackled from Cyznul's fingertips. The mages stopped. The leader stepped forward to confront the room in general. The former Master of Sorcere recognized the male as Raunyh Del'Armgo, a student of Sorcere newly graduated.

"Greetings Raunyh," Cyznul said pleasantly.

The other stopped, disconcerted that his former teacher had recognized him. He regained his composure quickly and recited, "Cyznul of a house no longer existing, you are subject to trial by Matron Barrison Del'Armgo."

"My name," Cyznul said, thinking quickly. "Is Cyreste of Bregan D'aerthe. Cyznul is gone, as is House Vren'arach."

"I know of no existing house by that name," Raunyh snapped. "Come quietly, houseless male. And you," he glowered at Xarw, "don't attempt to stop him."

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"No I won`t, but you can`t guarentee me that he returns safely can you or that he returns at all... you know Jarlaxle took them under his service already boy so back off and in the end I am not truly charge in here or well... oh yes... if he goes then I shall sice I know that Jarlaxle is there and I`ve been the latest contact for your house from the Bregan D`aerthe.."

Xarw smiled.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Raunyh scowled. He turned to Cyznul. "Cyznul - "

"Cyreste," Cyznul corrected with an annoying smirk.

"Houseless male," Raunyh growled. He frowned. He wanted no trouble with Bregan D'aerthe, but his house was the second in the city only to Baenre. "Remember who is paying you, mercenary."

Cyznul cleared his throat loudly. Raunyh turned and shot him a glare. That was when Cyznul's firebolt hit him full in the face. Raunyh's wards deflected most of it, but nevertheless he staggered backwards. Cyznul shot another one over his shoulder and bolted for the door.

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Xarw moved quickly and hit Raunyh in the stomach and kicked Cyznul in the knee.

"There will be no fighting here!"

He declared as he drew his sword and pointed it at them all.

"Now lets act like we should and go to see the mathriach shall we?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Cyznul quickly caught himself before his knee buckled. Panting slightly, he drew himself up again and returned the glares from Barrison Del'Armgo. Raunyh hissed something at his underlings. They lapsed into sullen silence.

"Follow me," Raunyh started for the door.

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"I am afrad that is not allowed house son, we will teleport out of here wether you wanted it or not... now shall we?"

Xarw asked getting a furious look, but they began casting spells and soon they all were in Barison Del'Armgo`s gates, where they were granted passage. Xarw looked around as they arrived into a huge room with a throne, the mathriarch was there with Jarlaxe. Jarlaxle stepped aside as they approached, Xarw stepped on his side with a smile and whispered.

"Good so far?"

"Are you doubting my skills?"

"Why should I?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!