The Far East
Kyldanor is dead, and with his death the spellbook that he carried shimmers out of this plain of existence as well. Kareth looks disappointed, but sighs and eventually says, "I doubt there was anything I could have used anyway."
Further conversation is stilled as the pyramid begins to rumble. The vibration feels soft at first, but quickly grows. Suddenly sunlight streams into the building as the top of the pyramid literally disolves, seemingly cut away.
The glare causes your eyes to squint as they adjust to the sudden brightness. On the rim of the now open throne room stand half a dozen elves. Something about them looks distinctly different from other elves (such as kareth) that you have hitherto seen.
All six are powerfully built, and stand taller than most Elves you have seen before (minimum of six feet in height - most elves don't get past 5'9). Their bearing is regal, something about their very being seeming to cry out at the power and respect they bear and deserve. Most striking are the eyes, which seem to hold a well of experience, power, and sadness that you have only seen once; Malynar's eyes had a similar cast (though with laughter instead of sadness; he seemed to view all life as some sort of joke).
"Well," one of them finally speaks in common (though with an archaic accent that you all find slightly difficult to discern), "perhaps Malynar's faith is not misplaced afterall."
The speaker stands at the center. He is armed with a spear, its handgrips adorned with blades, and the point made of a single piece of a gleaming steel such as none of you have before seen. His armor is of the same metal, and his helm is surmounted with a crown.
To his left, the only female in the group speaks up, throwing a smile (the first you've seen from the six) at the speaker, "Your Majesty has been too long in worrying. Has not the girl the book? It would appear that more than just Malynar has faith in them."
The crowned elf seemed to stiffen for a moment, but then sighed and smiled. "Sometimes I think Jaerdeen created the silver order for the express purpose of keeping me humble." He shook his head as the woman who had spoken laughed in response, and then he continued speaking, "See to their needs Saelyna." Turning, he beckoned with one hand before vanishing with the other four.
The woman continued to laugh before floating down to the floor. She paused, looking grimly at the two thrones. She gestured slightly with one hand, and they (and the table, and brazier) seemed to evaporate from existence.
A grim smile creasing her face, she continued downward until she stood before you.
Her eyes scanned over each of you, falling finally on Kareth. "How fare you, sister?" She asked, the grimness leaving her face.
Kareth looked confused, and the woman laughed, a merry sound like the chiming of crystal, "I also follow the Silver Order, and was trained by Malynar himself." Looking at the five she cocked her head inquisitively. "How is the old thief anyway? I understand you all saw him recently?"
Shaking her head before a response could be made, she raised a hand. Wait, you can tell me while we travel. "Does anyone need anything before we leave?"
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