The next few hours were spent in silence as Tiberious sat in the center of the old fort's master bedroom where someone of great power would stay. This room along with the War/Throne room rested behind the double doors that were on either side of the grand staircase of the main hall. Though the double doors were laced with small vines with were connected to a system of vines Saberia set up along the hallway which held the door to the War/Throne room and the ancient training room underneath. If anyone tried to enter this area, Saberia would know. She sat in the old, worn stone throne with the door to the bedroom behind her. Waiting for her new master to finish meditating, Saberia began to doze off. The vines would wake her, so fear did not hold her back. As sleep's embrace was about to take hold, a door opened.

"Saberia." A stern voice could be heard behind the throne. She jumped out of the seat, eager as ever. "Yes Master Tiberious?" Though he was still his red robes, the armor plating at covered his arms, chest and legs were removed. "Anything new?" he asked calmly, walking from behind the throne. "The fort is coming together nicely. Walls are being rebuilt, old items restored, and many have began to explore the rest of the fort. Oh, and the mage you injured is recovering," she stated with a smile. Tiberious nodded. "If he had not, he would not have deserved to live. Though, the whole Terror thing will not help." He scratched his chin as he took a seat in the throne. "What is this Terror of The South they mentioned?" Saberia asked with a curious look in her bright, yellow eyes. A hardy laugh filled the room. "It is a silly fable."

"Many years ago, my master and I were on a mission in the southern portion of Altea. A large group of 30 paladins or so were searching for us. They went from town to town, village to village, looking for two powerful mages. They used torture and intimidation to get what they wanted. But no one knew anything. We used different names everywhere we went, and only stayed anywhere for a day at most." Tiber paused, watching Saberia as she sat on the large, center stone table. "My master though, had a plan. He wanted to test the paladins once again, as this was a hobby of sorts for him. He led them to a village far south, almost isolated from civilization. When the paladins arrived, no villagers could be found. They figured maybe this was our base or we had killed everyone there. But no, we had warned the village a group of powerful mages were coming and they should hide in the woods nearby. When they gathered at the town square, my master unleashed him." Saberia tilted her head, "Him?" Tiberious closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Xeriun, a powerful demon from The Beyond who had formed a pact with my master. My master would provide magic to him from a number of sources, and in return Xeriun would heed my master's call. The battle was quick was the paladins were slaughtered, their "Light" could not stop Xeriun, my master, and I. Few survived. We let them live to a story of fear. Thus the Terror of the South was born. They blamed what happened in all the villages and towns on us, making us bigger than we were."

Saberia listened to every word, taking notes in her mind about the story. "So why not defend the story to what actually happened out there?" Tiberious chuckled, "Silly girl. That would do no good for our cause. What happened in the past should stay in the past. Besides, that story might be used to our advantage." Saberia took in what he said before nodding. "So, what is our next move?" Tiber sat in the throne for several seconds, taking his time to answer. "Well, all we got right now is these papers that will let us go anywhere, and a old fort. Not a whole lot to work with, but it is a start. Go around the fort, be my eyes and ears. Explore. Report back here in a hour." Saberia grinned, bowing to Tiberious, "Will do."

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Gathering her vines back onto her robe, Saberia headed into the hallway, stopping before the door that led to the large empty room underneath the War/Throne room. Letting her vines stretch onto the walls, she scanned the the winding stairway that went down several stories. The room was truly empty, with used dust and thick stone walls the only thing she could sense. She took a moment before heading out into the main hall. Now many mages wondered throughout, exploring their new home. Many bickered over rooms or items, trying to claim whatever they could. A giggle escaped Saberia lips, finding how foolish everyone seemed. Most her life was spent helping the Witch of The Black Forest and her two apprentice, and now she was surrounded by many people she did not know. Then she noticed a group five mages going from group to group, chit-chatting with everyone they met. Four were clearly fire mages, though the fifth was not, at least he did not look like one. Red skin, horns, these are things she had not seen on a human, or any race for that matter. Saberia decided to follow the group, curious as to who this fifth mage was and why he was being given so many gifts. After several minutes, the group rounded a corner before they came to a halt. As she got closer, she could make out the end on a sentence, "...highest form of flattery?" Saberia came around the corner, as the group of five had stopped in front of a female. She wore a chain mail chest piece and had a strange fire in her hand. [i]That looks like that one mages flame from earlier.[/i] Saberia watched silently, waiting to see what would happen next.