a strange scene unfolds before you...

Snow sweeps across a frozen plain...deep snow drifts pile high and a strong wind blows a flurry of flakes.

A small blue creature comes into focus, absently tracing his finger in a small unfrozen puddle.

"Yes, yes...this will do nicely" squeaks the small blue figure.

Tracing the outline of the pool with short hops the blue figure, hums softly to himself.

A pale flash of green ripples outward from the pool and you see another figure within...

A powerful old mage sits surrounded by candles in ornate magical tomes...

Suddenly one of his eyes flicks open, a look of annoyance spreads across his face.

"You. How DARE you intrude...."

Faster than your eye can follow the old man moves, and suddenly the scene shifts back to the winter land.

A hand shoots through the scrying pool and grabs the small blue imp by the neck...

"I always knew one day you'd slip up. One day your careless meddling would allow this.."

You watch is amazement as the old man steps through the pool, still clutching the squirming imp, Lyristeon.

"Did you truely think I would not notice your prying beady eyes, Imp?", Phaelim demands.

"You never have before, old man!", squeaks the Imp.

"Silence, pest." With that Phaelim flings Lyristeon down to the icy ground...

A pale glow begins to surround Phaelim as he starts summoning eldritch energy to himself.

"A fatal mistake letting me catch you Imp."

Cowering slightly from Phaelim as he begins to glow with arcane power, the Imp begins to inch away from the mage.

The whole world seems to shake in front of you as a mighty roar tears through the snow-filled landscape...

"YOU DARE!!!!!"

Faster than the eye can move a thick axe of polished steel cleaves through the scrying pool, sending pale sparks flying.

Phaelim turns towards the roar and the axe....only to be met with the fearsome form of Ordasen.

Howling with rage, the Battlerager lord slams his second axe into the chest of Phaelim...

...flinging a bright red spray of blood across the snow.

Grinning to himself, the Imp picks himself up, unnoticed and vanishes with a snap of his fingers.

Blinking in shock, Phaelim falls backwards....reeling from the fatal wound, the glow fading as the magical energies drain from him.

Snarling with rage, Ordasen lifts his axe...and with one sickening wet-splat....finishes Phaelim.

Coating the snow with more deep red blood.

Grinning to himself, Ordasen looks around....to find himself alone with the freshly dead mage.

"Defile my home again, Imp....and you too will suffer this fate!" yells the Bear Lord.

With that the scene begins to fade...

Leaving you only to hear the faint squeaky laugh, of one who has seen a plan fall together perfectly.