He allowed himself to grin wider, the three fangs on each side of his mouth flashing in the light, before he stood up. "I am Ulden, the traitor hero. Slain by the 'heroes' who returned after the mission. And I did die. I will return tomorrow to see you all home. And maybe I will have a story or three to tell then."<br/><br/>He winked, suddenly the imp he was, before he turned, a fist in the air, before simply disappearing into the air, teleporting a short distance, and entering the pocket dimension. He sighed, and checked the elven women, trapped together in a pheromone saturated room, seeing how long they could last before they gave in. He hummed to himself, before shaking his head. They were his now, and were much better off than they would be had he not done so. Their threads ended in the capital, most of them, entwined with dozens of human threads. The elves in the camp were similar, though the leader's ended with a dozen threads wrapping around hers, before ending suddenly, a likely fate being she would have been gang raped to death. He hummed as he stepped into the main room, his three toys lounging as they waited for him, not noticing him entering, as he decided he needed a couple death squads. He sent out the request, posting one death squader on each hero after he talked to them, and one for the emperor, in case they weren't what their threads promised.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The next day, he was at the edge of the elven camp as the sun rose, dressed not in traveling clothing, but in his battle gear, his robe and cape jet black, with red trim, and a gold flame motif, his sivridut in his hand as he waited for the sentries to notice him. He made no attempt to hide himself, simply appearing at the edge of the camp, his mind going over the teleport spell and map, intending to place them close but not quite outside the empire. They would be at the disputed border of the human and elf territories, instead of at the border of the human and 'lizard' empires. Once the sentries gave him permission to enter, he did so, striding in as if he owned the place, no longer hiding his epicness, the magic users that sued detect magic would be unconscious if they looked at him. He nodded to the leader, before kneeling down in one of the clearings in the camp, and thrust his hand into the ground, getting a feel for the magic in the ground. "Can I get a description of an unusual area near your territories border? That would make this far more accurate."<br/><br/>Once he had it, he finished the teleportation circle, and then activated it. "There, you should be right at the border of the human empire, just outside the elven territories once you step through."