Juri had spend every night so far a top of the Inn he first arrived at when he came here, and though most of the time his thoughts were focused on Storm, and the prospects of the future, his dreams were always the same. He kept remembering the night his mentor/best friend Jarlaxle passed away.

"Take this Juri...with this ring....you will be considered...the leader of Bregan....D'Aerth" Jarlaxle could not speak well with his last breaths, and Juri knew this, so without a word he nodded his agreeance and slipped the ring on his finger, the ring was simple, the letters Bd'A ran across it and took on a light green glow as he slipped it on. Within moments Jarlaxle finally passed on, and Juri went back to his room to sleep...tomorrow he would make his decision.

The next morning he woke, he stared down at a dagger, one that was givin to him by someone special....someone who he felt would never get past the wall he put up after his first wife left him for his own brother...the man who took on Juri's legacy after he retired...and all he could do was fear both desicions, either return to the one he loved...or take over Jarlaxles position and start another legacy. It didn't take long for him to make his decision...he knew that this wasn't his place, he knew he had to be with her...there was no one else for him, but as he stood to make his leave back to Storm, he fell to his knees in pain....he gripped his head in anguish and screamed out before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back on the bed.

Juri was never awake to know he was lying on a slab of marble within the top level of Bregan's headquarters, he was surrounded by Jarlaxles top Drow sorcerers, all of which mumbling whatever incantations were necessary to finish the transfer, cause on the adjacent side of the room was Jarlaxle, on a similar marble slab. Juri layed on that slab for two months, all the while the transfer was being made, and he was also being forced memories that weren't true, they were alternating his thoughts, but for what reason, for what evil purpose was this plan being sent in motion for.

Juri awoke one day in the throne of Bregan's headquarters, to him it was merely a nap he took while he sat up there and took his rule over the guild, but it didn't feel right to him...that's when he left and returned to Rhydin, thats how his dream's always ended, with him opening his eyes and staring at a sky he sometimes remembered, and sometimes didn't.

It was also the same time the headaches began, sometimes they could be ignored, sometimes they couldn't, but it was new to him, as were the blank thoughts...the points in time where he didn't remember when and where he was at certain times. He was told by someone that there were responsibilities that needed to be taken care of, he knew he was being lied to, and as much as he wanted to devote his time to hopefully show Storm that his love for her never ended, perhaps only increased with some realizations, he couldn't help but think that something was wrong, and everytime he did he held his right hand up and looked at that ring...he wanted to take it off and throw it in a river, but he couldn't...something in the back of his head was holding him back from that....holding him back from a lot of things, and until he knew what was going on....his love would have to wait, for his own life was in much more danger.

Jarlaxle was there....in the back of his head, and he knew it. Juri had already threw away the pills he was taking for his headaches once he found out the truth, it confirmed itself more once he found out he couldn't take the ring off his finger either, Jarlaxle was trying to take over Juri's body, which he didn't blame him....but it sure as hell made him pissed.

Juri also found out about the Drow that were following him, they were foot-soldier's and ignorant in all aspects, he would take care of them later, once he found out where their leader was, but Jarlaxle was getting stronger and stronger, and Juri was having more trouble fighting him off, he knew he would need a psionist of some degree....or cut his finger off, but every day he grew closer and closer to the truth that Jarlaxle was taking over....but for what reasons.....

Juri was in a better mood now, he had realized that with Jarlaxle tapping into his mind, Juri was able to tap back into his, and with that he learned a few new abilities, and the skill to use them.

One of them was Jarlaxle's ability of psionics, to connect to others brainwaves, and he was using Jarlaxle's own talents to fight him back, but this was still an inevitable battle, this was merely a delay until Juri and those helping him...well, person helping him, can find a way to counter the spell he was under.

Luckily Juri had already discovered the Drow Elves base...there were only two priestesses and eight soldiers...nothing to difficult at the moment, and he already had a plan to infiltrate the base....it was just a matter of time.