and the hits just keep on coming

A few hours later the same information, was delivered by spider a moldy hall. the report detailed out the disappearance of the elves, the summoning of two Deamons that seem to want to find them a particular human leader of a crime/assassin's guild that summoned the Deamon's and even though the reports all say it's not young Silversword that is the main interest he was mentioned in description only, it was enough to send the fallen BladeSinger into a rage. he transformed into a shadowy fog and drifted through the cracks in the stonework into a scrying chamber. here Gorath reverted to human form and started an incantation and waited for a reply, from an old adversary he had known in his human life.

Diclo sat in mild amusement watching a possessed sewer rat fight two ally cats over a hunk of dead rotting fish. when he heard his true name called from the ethereal plane, he sat up right and thought to himself how still drawing breath or six feet under still knew that name? 

Gorath called again more sternly this time, and added old Litch come and answer my call. who dares to address me with such informality as if we know or knew each other? Diclo asked.

we know each other from past lives on both sides of this coin, and I will add we were not friends in that life, but I have a boon for you if you grant me request in this endeavor, said Gorath.

now you have my full attention and what is your name so that I can recall you better? asked Diclo. that is of little importance now, I wish for a certain guild to be no more, and it's a city you frequented in your days above the crypts and dungeon's to so covet. so Gorath never gave Diclo a chance to inquire about anything else, so he just let him speak, until he ran out of steam. he laid it all out, the name of the city, the GuildMaster's name, the Deamons involved, and he saved the best for last Diclo's prize, a codex filled with two hundred years or darkling knowledge of summoning Deamons and their true names with note for each Deamon named. say no more my new friend, you have the word of Diclo the magi in life and Litch lord in death. with this Gorath told the Litch to save the GuildMaster for last. he left Diclo with these last words of warning. do not try and deceive me in this Litch or I will end your undying existence, as surly as I what I did to end your mortal life. an uncontrollable shiver ran down his spine with the realization that he was just speaking to titan the BladeSinger that took his life that went on to fall from grace when he was turned into a vampire that grew without measure in power after his fall. Diclo's hand went to his throat were the jagged broken edge of a longsword had for all intense purposes had cut his head off in that last past life. 

Diclo made a few preparations before he left his crypt in the bowels of the cemetery outside the outskirts of Hornagord, with one last look at his playthings and he released the possession over the rat, who now realized he was in dire straits between the two cats, the rat made a dash for the fish and scurried of into a hole before either of the cats could react. with a chuckle, Diclo shook his head and passed through the opposite wall of the chamber and into the underground passage that ran into the city sewer's.