"Couldn't tell you. Last thing I remember, I was in Calimport with my father and mother, and an assassin atatcked. My mother and father are strong. She's a sorceress and my dad... well, he is the reason we're called Wyvenspurs. They laid waste to him, but another popped up and tossed a small bead in my mouth. Then I exploded... literally. Deayed blast fireball. My mom's used them before."

He looks at his hands. "Well, I wonder what's with our other friends here..."

Breven looks at the drow. "Well, what about you, my drowly accomplice? You seem to be stuck here too. Any idea why all of these god's symbols are messed up?"

Breven looks down at the drow and gasps. "Thats why..."

On the floor was a large purple mosaic of a sun made of polished gems. In the center was a mosaic of a skull made of peices of bone. The eye sockets were obsidian. And Breven looked shocked. "Oh... I was Aliba was here... he'd know what to do... damn it to the Abyss!"

"I think we were brought back by a follower of Cyric."