For weeks I have been watching, waiting, and plotting how to bring down the mighty Jason. Never before have I found someone so difficult to assasinate. Jason is a man of paranoia – and a man of neverending information. It would be possible to simply over-power him – he has no real abilities of his own, however he is familiar with the use of magical devices and likely had contigent spells crafted for defensive possibilities. He is a man of wealth and it could be assumed he was as well prepared for an attack as the bothersome Mal’ Ganis.
But it was in that last statement as he thought to himself that he found his answer.
Wealth. Jason had spent his entire life building his fortune in the Black Hand and through his trade company. Though a thorn in my side now over a year, he will be old, weak, and gray while I am still young, fit, and sharp. I need not destroy him yet, merely – shift him out of the way. I will need not risk my life of my precious few Fey-ri to bring him down.
With this, Dalren gathered three of his strongest Fey-ri – better to be prepared than caught off. Dalren teleported all of them to Jason’s bedchamber while he slept. They stood there silently as his Stone of Alarm woke up, and made no moves towards him as he lept out of bed with the dagger beneath his pillow. The sight of four Daemonfey in their true forms must have been terrifying but the human managed to hide his fear. He may be of the lesser blood, but Jason was an intelligent and brave man – not to be underestimated.
Dalren spoke, “You may lay down your steel and dress yourself. We have business to discuss.”
After Jason had dressed himself he met the Daemonfey around a table and Dalren began to explain his proposal.
“My dear enemy Jason, I am Dalren Dlardrageth. I have come here because I have spent the last several months plotting how to kill you, and only recently have a I realized that there may be no need. You are a very able merchant, and an integral part of the black hand. I would have no quarrel with you were it not for the later of these – as you no doubt understand I have been destroying the Black Hand piece by piece for some time now. It was I who compromised your information network, I who led your noble heroes on goose chases around the city, I who manipulated your nation into openly attacking the Zhentarim. I am by no means finished, and there are more plots already underway to bring ruin to this nation of man. I do this simply because I can – it is a way for me to gain power until I am ready to exact my revenge upon the elves – so I hope you understand I bear no personal hatred towards your kind. You are merely a means to keep me entertained for the time being. Alas, I have gotten off track. It was the first part – your mercantile expertise – that I think we can use to remedy your later fault. You see, the Black Hand is not what you think any more. Already many who you may – but likely don’t – believe to be loyal members are actually Zhetriam plants, and slowly but surely your little community service project is being reformed into a cult to some human god…Bane, I believe it is that they worship. So here is what I propose. Even as the black hand is consumed around you, maintain your position. Simply change your allegiance. There is endless money to be made off the Zhetriam, peddlers in magic they hardly understand though they may be. Stay out of the Daemonfey’s way while we strip the philanthropic elements from your organization, embrace the change. Do this, and you will not only survive the change – you will capitalize on it. I will give you seven days to decide. You know who among your information network is compromised, pass them the message and they will pass to me. If I have not heard from you by the week’s end, or I learn of any sort of retaliation from you, our next visit will not be peaceful. You may be able to slay one or two of us, merchant – but we have been waiting…for thousands of years…you will be naught but a slight bump in the road. I look forward to working with you.”
The four Daemonfey then left as they had arrived, by means of a teleportation spell.