The army was near. The wave of tormented demons was only two hundred yards away, and a few feet behind them was the next wave, and the next, and the next. Looking out from the wall was like looking at a wave of black shadows, marching. The sky had clouded, and it was as dark and sunless as if they were in the wilderness itself, instead of just on the border.
Arrows whistled, swords banged against shields, and mages prepared their magic, as the Tzhaar muttered strange incantations in an ancient language. Gregory, in the guise of Merlin, walked south into the gloom when he saw the four Mahjarrat walking side by side. As soon as he was out of sight from the wall, he teleported: right into Lucien’s base.
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As Gregory appeared in the icy wasteland, using the appearance of a black knight, he was instantly stopped.
Another knight stepped up to him, and leveling his sword at Gregory’s neck, said, “Halt! Lord Lucien commands that all newcomers be immediately captured and taken to the prison.”
Gregory thought quickly and finally said, “I have nothing to say.”
“Very good, come with me.”
The guard led him to the prison, locked him in, armour and all, and only took Gregory’s sword. As the guard stalked away, the jail keeper said, “Sorry mate, but Lord Lucien is quite concerned with the idea of somebody breaking in, so he gave an order for anyone coming in to be imprisoned.”
“I’m sure it is fine.” As Gregory said this, he considered the most dramatic way he could get out. Should he hypnotize the jail keeper? Blast a hole in the bars? He decided to hypnotize the jail keeper as well as all the other black guards in the jail, and make his getaway quietly and efficiently.
He hypnotized everyone in the area, removed their memories of him having been there, had the jail keeper free him, and stalked out.
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