Yowfe Adyma and the Black Knight

Adyma watched the battle between the forces of Griston Gorn and Rokem Pall. As Pall returned to Demnios Trostha, the roars, green flames and destruction of Kamachrichthyon ensued. Curious, the sorcerer followed.

Watching from the shadows of the crumbling ruins as Pall and his forces began their search for Motoman and his rescuers, a dark shadow fell over him. Turning quickly and hurling flames, Ascarn the Charred loomed, his Eldritch armor glowing balefully as it repelled the sorcery.

"You dare throw flame at me. Phanavaom wishes you returned to my palace along with some tome you carry, but he did not specify dead or alive."

Adyma flitted to the side, fast and quiet as a sun shadow as the black knight's blade fell, cleaving through stone.

"I am not Phanavaom's dog, though clearly you are, blackguard. Events of import are unfolding here. Follow me if you wish, but I am not done yet."

Adyma slipped through the shadows deeper into the ruins. Ascarn snarled and followed.