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Travpezario had lived a long time as a mortal, 600 years to be exact, and in that time he had amassed ridicuolous amounts of magical power, so much so that upon the end of his mortal life, the magic courseing through his veins refused to go away. Instead it infused his with its purest essence, and allowed his body to live on, even though its life had faded. Travpezario was a lich and a powerful one at that. He had lived a long life after death as well, and he was always experimenting, and he had managed to increase his power significantly after the end of his normal life. It wasn't in his nature to serve others, but when he thought there was something in it for him, he had been known to hire his powers out from time to time. Currently he was working for a dark knight of extreme power that offered him a very profitable arrangement. He would get all the souls, he needed to enhace his magic to titanic proportions. The dark knight was getting worried about a group of adventurers, so he had ordered all his generals to send out their best troops to take care of them. Travpezario knew that this meager task was far below his skills, but he had an agent that would be just perfect for this task. With but a brief moment of concentration, he was in mental contact with his selected minion.
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Dermon the Dark, had been practicing his deadly arts when he felt a mind intrude upon his. It was his undead master. He told him about some adveturers, that he wanted killed. He was to round up his band, and hunt them down. Dermon was a legendary assassin, in fact, he had never missed his mark. He had killed kings, demons, liches, beholders, and he even succeeded in killing a dragon once. He had gathered up his band, and was waiting for his master to give him "the key to the planes". Suddenly a small key made of cyrstal appeared before him. The was a word of elvish on it. Dermon grasped the key with both hands and said the word. The party was whisked off to the planes.