Cheesey

Teras Lyn sat quietly in the dark of his computer room, brooding over the fact that he couldn't find Tera or Rakescar.

Scanning what he had entered into the mass email he was about to send, he thought quietly, weighing the plusses and minuses of placing a bounty on Rakescar.

Tilting his head, he smirked and erased the email and typed out a new one quickly and chuckled, rereading it.

"Wanted : Teras Lyn.

$100,000 to the first person to bring Teras Lyn, alive or dead, to the southern most crater in Bloody Bay."

Tapping his chin, he erased all the addresses from the email, except one, using fillers to make it seem as a mass email still.

Smiling, he said out loud "How best to catch a rat. Bait the trap with cheese." and hit enter, sending the email directly to Rakescar himself.

Teras Lyn was angry.

Not real angry, the kind that makes focus blur and thought fade, but the kind that burned cold and was patient.

Why would a hero be angry, you might ask? Try being forcibly sent to another dimention and be unable to exact a small amount of revenge when he returned.

Then, he heard about what happened to Tera. He had been patroling through the dead zone between Paragon and the Isles when he heard the communique about her capture and who was paying the bounty. He knew then it was time for that oh so good revenge.

Getting in and out of the Isles had not been much of a challenge at all, as he had been doing it for sometime now, tracking potential leads and such, and this time was no different. However, he knew near nothing about where to find Tera.

But he'd find out soon enough and knew exactly who had the information he needed, and said person would not be out of Teras's sight for long....