Damn, it's been over a year since we finished this. But I found this when I was transferring files off my soon-to-be-decommissioned gaming PC to my shiny new file server, and wanted to share. In case any of you guys are still running around out there - I had a blast, and still look back fondly on our Road to 20. Good gaming!
Grunting with effort, Filraen places Karzoug's golden throne on top of a pile of other valuables. "That's the last of them," he declares, stepping down from the ten foot diameter pile of gems, golden artifacts, and valuable artwork Gabrielle and Sheila have claimed as their and the Society's share of the wealth of Karzoug the Claimer. "That should leave just enough room for the circle..."
Stepping back, Filraen begins tracing diamond dust around the pile of valuables, careful to keep to an exact measurement only his mind's eye perceives. After almost ten minutes of painstaking work, with his former companions looking on the whole time, Filraen completes the circle and retrieves a scroll from his belt, commanding the magic stored within to complete his task. The circle flickers like a dying flame for a moment before flaring vibrantly to life, then going still. The contents of the circle disappears.
"Just the two of you left," Filraen says, indicating the area where the treasure once stood with his head. "Off you go to Heidmarch Manor, and from their back to Taldor."
Sheila frowns as he steps back. "You are not free to do as you please, Filraen Ghaun. You still serve the Decemvirate."
"I have never served the Decemvirate," he replies. "Now, it is time to go."
Sheila steps into the circe behind Gabrielle. "The Ten, and those loyal to them, will come. The Occulding Field is gone, and you cannot hide in your fastness from them. Their eyes see all things; even magical wards cannot hide you."
"That remains to be seen," Filraen replies, his tone pompous and his smile fond, if overly familiar, "It is time for you to be gone." With a sharp command in the language of magic and a gesture, he cuts off Sheila's retort with the command word of the teleportation circle. In an instant, the great hall of the Pinnacle of Avarice stands empty but for it's new permanent resident. With a gesture, the door to the throne room is pulled shut. He scuffs the circle with the toe of his boot, permanently ruining the magic and sealing off the last entrance to Xin-Shalast. "But not today."