Torn, tired and bleeding in several places I walk away from the meeting
with the One GOd Cyric pondering who will be my Apprentice.  After several days of
monitoring my dear Rogues I find one who stands out a little more then the rest...
one who reminds me of my own nature when long ago I began this long trek into Darkness.
And so in Silence and soft darkness I bid this young rogue to walk with me this eve
to see if he is worthy of what I see in him....

tell Mares Come Apprentice...today we start your training...
You tell Mares: Come Apprentice...today we start your training...

Shaman shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Nibenay at Cutthroat Way!
gl

Elite Bugbear Guard shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Dvneil at Outside of
the Temple of Blood!

Elite Bugbear Guard shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Samtavan at Outside of
the Temple of Blood!

Elite Bugbear Guard shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Nevinyrral at Outside
of the Temple of Blood!

Elite Bugbear Guard shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Nibenay at Outside of
the Temple of Blood!
Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> gr get ready

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} get ready
> 
Mares puts a Leather Boots in Gershim's Bag of Holding.

[horde] Mares the Dark Hand of Fate *==]==- nod

Dvneil shouts: SHtone Fang.


> h
You scan quickly about for a hiding spot.
> You try to hide in the shadows.


> gl
Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> gr dont run back into city

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} dont run back into city
> gr we stab and go north

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} we stab and go north
> gr they have a hedger

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} they have a hedger
> gl
> Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> 
[horde] Mares the Dark Hand of Fate *==]==- in city?
gr who knows where the hedge is

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} who knows where the hedge is
> gr stab and go north to thieves guild

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} stab and go north to thieves guild
> 
[horde] Mares the Dark Hand of Fate *==]==- in df?
gr yeh

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} yeh
> gl
Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> gr or we wait at hobs to take another out

[horde] Whisper {Seam of the Horde} or we wait at hobs to take another out
> 
Anantaboga tells you: at n in now

Anantaboga tells you: two maces here
t anantaboga good
You tell Anantaboga:  good
> gl
Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> 
Anantaboga asks you: we stab nibenay ?

> t anantaboga yep
You tell Anantaboga:  yep
> 
Anantaboga tells you: yes
> 
Shaman shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Dvneil at City entrance!

Shaman shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Dvneil at City entrance!

Shaman shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Nibenay at City entrance!

A party of Samtavan, Nevinyrral, Nibenay and Dvneil arrives from the south.
gl

Shaman shouts: Guardz! I'm under attack by Nibenay at City entrance!
m
Caldera  :  Outside North Gate [n,in].
Nibenay, Nevinyrral, Samtavan and Dvneil are here.
Two handed mace.
Sign.
> Nibenay convulses in agony as you place your Talin Stinger in him, and blood
pours over your hands.
> 
You notice Anantaboga nearby.

Nibenay convulses in agony as Mares Malevolent places a Talin Stinger in his
back!
in
You have been noticed.
You are attacked by Nibenay.
Nibenay crushes you with his Talin Mace for 27 HPs damage.

Nibenay is pummeled with trash, rocks, and dead animals.

Nibenay winces, and loses concentration!

Nibenay slumps as great emotions leave his body.

Mares dealt the death blow to Nibenay.



Nibenay dies, and his weapons eerily fall from his limp hands and drop to the
floor.

Nibenay dies(sigh).

-----------A few rooms away----------------

shout Dark Master I serve you well this day...another fool dies in your name and
 My Dark Apprentice learns a valuable lesson in the art of DEATH.

Whisper shouts: Dark Master I serve you well this day...another fool dies in
                your name and My Dark Apprentice learns a valuable lesson in
                the art of DEATH.

     Soon we cross paths once again in the Thieves guild and I whisper from the shadows
to him: "Theres little honor in being a thief, those that wish to live long strike
from the shadows and ask questions later.  Never stay and fight when the odds are even,
I see little honor in dying.  Honor is for fools.  There will be many times you will
have to kill even allies if you walk this path....can you walk it dear rogue?"
The young rogue pulls a softly glowing dagger from his sheath and replies maniacally:
"I have chosen this path long ago Master...it is in you that I hope to hone these
skills to a fine point."
Silence greets the night and I ponder the words of the young rogue...yes...he could
be the one I am seeking.  "Walk with me a ways dear rogue," I whisper into the shadows,
"For I have many lessons to teach and little time to do so...walk with me."
     And thus my path has been chosen...in the faith of the young I give my namesake
and utter a silent prayer to the Dark Master Lord Cyric to watch over me in my days
to come...