No matter how long the preparation, the years of prayer and training, a chance comes all at once or not at all. This does not make the preparation meaningless, but makes us strong enough to withstand lightning when it comes, and also puts us in a position to bring about the lightning.

Somehow, an invitation to the coronation of Rhiadora Shalonost had arrived in Ka'vanthain hands- and while they were specificly unwelcome, the Ka'vanth had decided to invite themselves and grant their well-wishes to the young brat. They had not had much time to plan the diplomatic mission, but their minds and desire was strong, and the plans had thusly been made.

Lei'ursathdd Ka'vanth stood in the streets of Shalonesti, the bloodied corpse of a Shalonesti guard at her feet, flesh pierced by Xerxion's sword and still melting from her own acid blast.

Lyan scowled down at the corpse, and then he looked up, his gaze softening before he spoke. "It's time, love. Get us into the Palace."

The spell that would create a portal directly into the ballroom was the ideal plan, others had been made should it fail. Concentrating on the elemental familiar she had created within Shalonesti only days before with little conflict, the dark elf prayed quickly that her servant had completed his instructions, locating and taking a sentry within the ballroom of the Shalonesti Palace that he might act as a gatepost.

The warpstone fell apart into grainy dust in the Matron's hand, swirling around her fingers before shooting out, piercing the still air with a crack as a black seam ripped open and the gate formed before them.

Lei'ursathdd stared into the inky depths of the gate and saw a mass of life. Her servant had not failed, and a slight smile curled at the corners of her mouth before erupting into a grin. Leave it to the careless Shalonesti to allow an invitation to the coronation into Ka'vanthain hands- that they would not only know the time, but also the place of the ceremonies. The Matron stood for a moment watching the suprised faces of the Shalonesti and guests before she gathered up her heavy black robes on either side and stepped swiftly into the portal, head held defiantly high.

There was the vast darkness of negative space and the absence of sound, and then Ursah found herself within the palace ballroom. But seconds later, Ka'vanth seemed to flood from the portal as noises of exclamation filled the large room, until they were five in number.

There was a long moment of stunned silence that was broken by a gasp from Rhiadora. Suddenly, elves were on their feet. Kyorl moved to position themselves in-between the small group of dark-elves and the young heiress. The Matron could not help but smile at their confusion and disorganization, and could hardly contain a chuckle at their assumption that the Ka'vanth would seek Rhiadora physical harm in a room filled with Sha'falas.

Ursah stepped forward in a simultaneous motion with the other Ka'vanth, the hem of her robes slipping softly along the tile of the ballroom floor.

They had a message to deliver.