Tzeentch's Discs spun rapidly. As alarms rang throughout the Six-Fingers' Silver Palace, Aaron's party began their escape. Aaron summoned six Tzeentch's Discs, and the chase began with pursuers at their backs.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~ The scenery of the Silver Palace raced backward on either side. They had barely begun their escape when Aaron heard Samir praying to Tymora. "Tymora above, please watch over us!"
"Save your prayers, idiot, and run! If you don't hurry, all that venerable Lady Tymora will have left to protect will be your bones!" Morgan roared. "Samir, head for the target we agreed on! Hurry!"
"Right!" Samir immediately took Annomyn off in another direction, though he still remembered to shout before leaving, "That's a terribly disrespectful way to speak of Lady Luck!"
"Tymora is indeed relatively young among us," Waukeen remarked. "Tyche is the one who deserves to be called venerable."
"We'll go this way." The remaining three, along with the goddess, headed in the opposite direction. All four Tzeentch's Discs ran at full power, racing through the Silver Palace's towers and great halls. The shouts in the corridors, the chaos, and the sounds erupting from every direction had even Morgan, the calmest of them, sweating.
We have to get out of the Silver Palace first!
"Seize them!" Behind them, the marilith Vine's shrill roar mingled with the footsteps of over two hundred elite Silver Palace guards and yet more reinforcements. They followed barely a hundred meters behind the Tzeentch's Discs. This force alone included six Legendary combatants, many of them demons capable of flight. Multicolored magical beams flew from behind and struck beside Aaron and the others, setting off a string of explosions.
"Vine, Vine! He's Six-Fingers' diplomat! When I was looking for a partner, he was the one who approached me on Six-Fingers' behalf!"