Inferno

Prologue: Tareg Beor

Tareg

Tareg Beor, might captain of the Royal Kyrseth Guard, was sleeping after a long shift when a lieutenant, name unknown, stepped into his tent and woke him. But the lieutenant made the mistake of touching Captain Tareg and within a second Tareg had flash stepped behind the lieutenant and had a knife to his throat. Panicky and inexperienced, the young soldier wet himself. Tareg tossed him away and waited to hear what news was so urgent that he had to be woken up.

"There's....there's a special prisoner here you need to see....sir." Said the lieutenant, attempting to regain composure. Captain Tareg motioned for him to lead the way and when they arrived at the cell, Tareg found his quarry missing....or so it seemed.

"Where is it?" Tareg asked of one of the five guards stationed at this one cell.

A young private piped up, "It appears he becomes...invisible when standing still, he's actually right there," he spoke and pointed to a blank space at the rear of the cell.

"Wrong," Volara smirked and said as he was on the other side of the cell. With that comment, Captain Tareg teleported again, this time into the cell, right in front of the rogue. Grabbing Volara's throat, Tareg held him against a wall, Volara's handcuffs biting into his lower back.

"What's your name, Punk?!" demanded Tareg.

"Volara, it's a name you won't soon forget," he hissed as he stealthily undid his handcuffs on a nail that was sticking out of the wall.

"So this is the mighty leader of the Rogues? A filthy cat.....Disgusting" said Tareg and with that comment, Volara spat in his face, grabbed Tareg's keys and bolted for the door. Unfortunately, after recovering from the saliva attack, Tareg managed to grab hold of Volara's tunic, ripping it in the process. It was then that Tareg noticed a mark on Volara's right shoulder.

While the guards, and the lieutenant, Darick, roped Volara's hands, Tareg spoke.

"What might that be on your shoulder, kitten?"

"None of your damn business, prick!", Volara hissed through clenched teeth.

Captain Tareg leaned over to Darick and whispered, "Get a carriage ready, I'm taking this one to Lekwin." With a shocked expression, Darick rushed off to do as he was told. After a few minutes and when everything was prepared, Tareg loaded Volara, with much resistance, into the armored carriage. After about twenty minutes, Volara piped up and spoke to Darick.

"Hey, wimp, where we headed?". Before Darick could reply, Tareg spoke. "To quote you, "None of your damn business", now shut up. Darick, if you could muzzle our passenger, that'd be appreciated."
After properly restraining the prisoner, the company continued its way in the darkness for about an hour. Nearing the stroke of midnight, the group finally arrived at the home of Falco Lekwin. This led Volara to believe that the others were going to interrogate him for information on the Rogues. As commander, Volara believed he owed it to his crew to not give up anything.

After being led inside, Tareg just about threw Volara to Falco's feet. Standing in his Council robes, Falco looked oddly serene for having one of the biggest crime lords in his living room.  After carefully removing the gag that Darick placed on Volara, Falco waited for him to speak.

"What's all this about? I won't tell you noble scum nothing!" Grunted Volara.

"Now, Now, there's no need to get all flustered," calmy stated Falco. "We aren't here to interrogate you. Quite the contrary. You see, we actually need your help."

"My help?! I wouldn't help you lot even if my life depended on it!"

"Just....your life? What about the lives of everyone in Faerun? Their freedom from the Lord of Shadows himself, Koor? What then, Volara, cub of the lost tribe?!"

Shocked that the wizard could raise his voice and even more shocked that a human knew about the lost tribe and the feelings it brought to him.

"What's in it for me? I can't just go traipsing off, I have a business to run" questioned Volara. Before Falco could answer, Tareg stepped between them, the mountain of a man blocking both views.

"LOOK Cat. I don't have time for your bullshit. You're a person of prophecy, like me. Now get up and do your job, fleabag." With that remark, Tareg showed Volara his own mark to prove his veracity. Dumbfounded, Volara was unsure what to make of the situation. But, as luck would have it, knocks suddenly came from the front door.

"Falco Lekwin, it is Huroc Tun, I have come to ask you about a strange marking upon my shoulder."

"Now......it begins," said Falco.