<OOC>Mew-chan, do you mind if I take control of Treena back from Life of a Mage? She's kinda integral to Alderon's character.<OOC>
Alderon: I rubbed my eyes blearily, stretching and yawning. Being immortal (such as vampirism colud be considered such) didn't mean I didn't need sleep. I'd been up three days straight studying, trying to understand the strang influx of extradimensional items to Waterdeep, jewel of the Sword Coast. My first thoughts were to check the Pantheon of the Gods, perhaps Iluvatar had cast them out again, throwing the multiverse out of whack. No such luck. I checked then in the Abyss, questioning every major demon I knew of. Again, nothing. Lady Alustriel of Silverymoon knew nothing as well. Much as I hated to admit it, I was stumped. I needed to ask someone, anyone. Perhaps a few old friends. Dashing to the scrying mirror in my personal chamber, I activated the dweomer and called "Celeste! Donovan! Can you hear me? It's Alderon!"
Miz'Inthil: The sunlight almost blinded me, shining down on the surface patrol I was leading. Our drow eyes, so acclimated to the near-total darkness of Menzoberranzan were extremely photosensitive. The Matron Mothers had dispatched me to lead this patrol on investigation and scouting. Nothing seemed as it should be anymore, I didn't understand it. The rough maps we had of the area surrounding the tunnel we'd exited were now severly off. Too off. Something was wrong. I signaled a halt and flashed in the drow hand code Turn back. We'll report to the Council when we return. The company of warriors and a mage turned gratefully, heading back for the tunnel.