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“Is it done?”
The Pendant glowed with etheric energies as Daunwick muttered into it, complex shapes pulsing as the necklace sent the message.
“You should learn to be more patient dear. It takes time to get through the inner workings of a deal,” A female voice responded. “And yes, we have just finished. Our new associates are sending over supplies to help with our plan in exchange for some of our best spies. Hopefully Ruthas is comfortable working outside Falun.”
“Oh please, as if going to another colony will suck any of his charm out of him.” Daunwick responded humorously. As if a switch was flipped, any stoicism present within his facade had vanished without a trace, and the stubborn advisor to Falun was replaced with the far more flippant and glib smuggler for the Syndicate.
“Do tell, when will the supplies arrive? Time is of the essence.” Daunwick asked.
“The cargo has just been sent through the aetherflow, it should appear right at your feet in a moment if my calculations are correct…” Suddenly a crackling boom could be heard right at the outskirts of the kingdom followed by a flash of blue light, illuminating the endless slums that made up the outer ring of Falun. Although the noise soon subsided, the light continued to crackle and glow, maintaining an aura of enigmatic power that seemed to warp reality itself around it.
Daunwick smirked, realizing the potential of the quarry that laid before him. “Truly marvelous. Deirdre really knows who to make friends with, ain’t that right boys?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw ten scrawny looking figures skulk away from the shadows, each giving a cautious glance at the artifact brimming with arcane energies.
“Well, what are you waiting for? There won’t be any money for y’all if we don’t set up the beacon before sunrise. Not like you’ll live to use that money anyway if we fail in our mission.”
The notion of death quickly got the boys moving, as they worked together to haul the cargo up to the top of the wall that borders Falun. Within hours the construction of the beacon was finished, just as the sun began to rise up. A dim translucent blue surrounded the entire kingdom if only for a moment, before fading away as if it never appeared in the first place. Daunwick simply smiled. The final steps of the plan were in motion, with none of the king’s camaraderie the wiser. All that could be done now…