I Live...AGAIN!

Somewhere in the Underdark, well below the sleeping citizens of old Cormyr, candles lit an alter that was hundreds of years old. A group of roughly a dozen cultists chanted and swayed, their priestess hoisting a burnt offering into the air as an expression of supplication. Two duergar watched from the back of the chamber, seemingly uninterested in what was taking place before them.

"You , sure this is how it's 'sposed to work?" one of the deep dwarves asked to the other.

"Indeed. Just be patient." came the reply.

The ceremony continued on for almost another hour. Suddenly, without warning, the candles quickly faded and died even though no wind of any sort blew through. The duergar, who could see perfectly fine despite the lack of light, drew their weapons and stood ready. "This is it" one of them whispered. The cultists were frozen with panic and fear as they blindly groped around in the pitch black. Slowly they began to die and slump to the floor as if their was a vacuum of living essence around the alter. When the last of them lay dead and the deep dwarves were the only ones remaining, a scratchy and strained voice called from somewhere beyond...

"State your businesssss..."