[Magtok's Office - Necromancer Attack!]

(Still waiting on Murkus)


[Meeting Room]

Cyrus lifts an arm, snaps his fingers, and writes a quick message on the notepad that appears before him. Then it suddenly bursts into flame, and is gone.

"I've sent the order through. Check the public armory in a few hours, and the promised magic items will be present."

The supplies in question are excellent in both quantity and quality, though limited to medieval levels of technology. Magical swords and bows of any type one could imagine are available, along with plenty of suits of chainmail and plate armor of varying levels of protection. A few slightly more nuanced items are also available, including a supply of the hellfire grenades that he had supplied Prometheus with just before the revolution, and a few pairs of the type of magic-viewing goggles that he's been supplying to the Cat Burglar.


Bowels of the Base

It had been a while since an erstwhile ally had been removed from the base, and his projects, while usually flawed, had been interesting. He wasn't around here anymore, and surely he wouldn't mind if those same projects were put to better use than simply lying around, right?

Such was Cyrus' train of thought as he reached the place where Prometheus' lab was sealed off from the rest of the base with concrete. The teleporter wouldn't let the planeswalker in because there was nobody on the other side to approve entry, but that's hardly an unsurmountable obstacle to a mighty sorcerer!

And thus it was that a gout of hellfire met concrete, attempting to melt a path right through it.