Dynamic stood on a rather large rocky formation about half a mile from the side entrance of the Temple. “They’re in”.. he thought as he lowered the long, brass spyglass from his searching eye.

He had seen the small opening appear, as if by magic, as the silent, invisible rogues made their way into the depths of the ages old building known as The Black Temple. He knew the next few hours may be his last in this foul land, and he intended to leave his mark upon it…whether he survived or not, today- THIS day, the vermin who guarded this place would know his name evermore.

The distraction of the guards had to happen fast, error free and in such a fashion as to allow the rogues time to inflitrate the dark, lower depths of this place, where he knew Ito was held hostage.

“Xanuth!”..his commanding voice echoed off the back drop of a solid rock cliff, “ Gather the troops…time to ride. There’s no room for mistakes here..and… I… mean… NONE! See that they each understand that- or there will be HELL… TO…PAY!” His voice punctuating each word ..

Xanuth, saluted and spun swiftly, turning in the direction of the ten, armor clad figures gathered about a small water well, pointing and directing each to their mount.

Dyn raised the spyglass to his eye for one last look about the area , ensuring his original assessment of their postion. In the distance he saw , what appeared at first to be a small flock of dark birds, slightly out of position …maybe half a dozen or so, but quite out of place for this remote location.

He hesitated and continued to peer,narrowing his eye just a bit, as to clear and decipher the slight vision before him. Then he saw the red and gold of their tabard colors, on every rider and recognized that it was not foe, but friend, who rode the wings of these drakes in the sky above.

“How the hell did they know we’d be here? And more, what the hell do you suppose they want?” Swill asked Dynamic in a confused voice.

“I dunno.” He said in a low response, clicking his tounge against the roof of his mouth, “But you can bet it ain’t for Tea and Mingo’s Fortune Giblets.”

With that said, the fliers descended, still mounted upon their mighty drakes, landing on the rock, encircling the pair of leaders. A flurry of red and gold colored, ornately decorated material, whipped at their legs.

Odage, the rogue, Azzarakk, the shadow priest, Pounders and Frigne their Paladins, all belonged to the family Vindication, the only people known to Alliance, ever to have made it out of this Black Temple of doom, alive.

Odage had a seriousness about him that was regal and unchallanged by the common man. He took two short strides and with a straight back stood before Swill with a rolled parchment in his outstretched hands.

“I bring you a map of the tunnels, and offer my blade to assist you in their safe return.” Odage stated to Swill, his eyes searching for a sign that his help would be needed.

Suddenly, a large commotion broke out near the east wall, where the two rogues had entered not long before. Dynamic screamed “MOVE OUT! GO GO GO!”

The orcs had come.