[i]Portal...?[/i]

It didn't really matter where it went. As Artholath began taking long, but still disoriented strides towards it, a knife hit the point of one of his smaller appendage points; a softer spot it was, allowing it to pierce through. With a roar of anger, limping towards the portal, Artholath shot hastily formed spikes from his free left hand while his right held the dwarf's spear.

The portal began to close as Artholath limped inside.

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"[color=darkred]You appear to have been at a distinct disadvantage...[/color]" The voice echoed across the walls of Zargon's private chamber, the walls of which were completely obscured by shimmering darkness.

"[color=blue]Oh, really? How did you guess...[/color]" whith a barely visible grimance on his face, Artholath pulled the knife out of his side and threw the thing on the stone floor of Zargon's chamber.

"[color=darkred]You will get to kill him soon enough. All of them, in fact.

For now, go into the portal. You'll meet with my associate in there, he'll show you what you need when you explan who sent you.[/color]"

Artholath shifted to his human form with a little assistance from Zargon. Notthat he knew of it, but Zargon knew that Artholath was still a little disoriented. He had an affinity for knowing demonic weak spots, and for demons of Artholath's type a spot right under the chin would be the killer mark. He watched as Artholath walked through the now yellow portal to Ghresus's fortress. [i]His fortress? No, my fortress...[/i]

Aezophyl he never did learn, though. Unfortunately, to get Aezophyl back would mean expending a lot of energy digging through the abyss. A place where there was a lot more than just demons... no, Aezophyl would have to do it himself.