The Mage Tower of  Tawkwater's Deep loomed over a choppy surf, with heavy waves that crashed against jagged rocks, allowing for a gradual mist that crept from the constant sprays up to its solid polished surface above as sea dragons known as Kraken Fishers took sport from the surface ocean Terns that floated along with the breeze.   It was a large castle magically infused into a long sunken island under the ocean's water line from a long-dead civilization that was taken to destruction by nature's wrath.<br/><br/>".... there is a threat from below..."	 was the sound of a raspy voice that was heard as the others ceased in their usual council.  The mages turned towards their elder Wizard who was looking into an oracle ball.<br/><br/>" You mean --- what... the low lands to the east... the Dark Marsh of the Southlands?" asked the Arch Scholar,  the second most high ranking member of the mage circle.<br/><br/><i>"....no...something.... darker....deeper...."  </i><br/><br/>" The Under Dark then..."   said a third voice, one who leaned in a  corner and had been overlooking the ocean waves down below the high castle tower,  intrigued by the grace of a Kraken Fisher, its large scaley tale surfaced from the rolling waves before it snatched a large Sea Tern from its flight.<br/><br/><i>" Yes... I cannot ascertain but something terrible has occurred...." </i><br/><br/>" What do we do about it?"<br/><br/>" Nothing  Grenville.... we are neutral watchers of these lands though I believe we should send a warning through our normal channels,"  said the Arch Scholar.<br/><br/>" Send for Christa Nightraven then,"  said another,  " I'm sure she will know whom to reach,"  Trelben said as he turned from his view by the window and took a look at his fellow wizards at the large round table built within the polished stone floor of their meeting chamber.<br/><br/>" Very well ---,"  Grenville replied as he waved his hand while a  parchment had then levitated in the air with the tip of a feathered quill that burned instructions into it as they pondered the events.<br/><br/>" For our favorite halfing Elf whose searing words matches the blood of a cobra,"  the Arch Scholar then remarked with a bit of an amused smile upon his face.