The Closing of a Rift

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Consider this, Vates, I wish one to be the voice of deaths people.'

Koviaem says 'Hrm'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'To preach of the mark'

Koviaem says 'Interesting'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Of what has come'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'BUT!'

Valadar snarls.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'In favor of what we aspire to accomplish'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Not the bigoted report of the heralds'

You peer intently at Koviaem.

Koviaem rests his chin in hand.

Koviaem says 'Tell me, count.'

Valadar pulls his hood back, revealing dark locks straying across a pale brow.

Koviaem looks at you through his piercing eyes, 'Have you found out who I am?'

You raise an eyebrow at the notion.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'I know you as Vates,'

Koviaem says 'Indeed.'

Koviaem says 'But you do not know who I am'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Beyond that, no.'

Koviaem says 'Why I do not wear his mark so bluntly as the common creatures.'

Koviaem says 'Why I do not fear your presence'

Koviaem says 'Why I do not fear the torments'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You do not fear death.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'What masquerade do you dance then, Vates?'

The edges of Koviaem's lips curl upward into a wicked grin, 'What masquerade indeed. Dear Count.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'So, reveal your secret.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'For if you do not fear me, then you have no fear of what you hide.'

You nod at Jalice.

Koviaem says 'I have no fear for my own secret.'

Jalice looks at you.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Then speak your mind, Vates.'

Koviaem says 'I wait upon the coming'

Koviaem says 'Then all will be revealed'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'I see.'

The mark on Valadar's forehead FLARES with a cold fire as he stands close to the Rift.

Valadar throws his hood back his hand going to his brow.

Koviaem says 'That point in time when reality is weakest and he will be aloud to enter fully...'

Koviaem says 'Then my work is complete'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You speak as the deus cruciatas, and Thorm'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'And his pathetic illusion of mirrors'

Koviaem says 'Mirrors?'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Of one below, working to open them just enough'

Valadar peers intently at the rift, his hand slowly lowering from his mark

Valadar continues to watch the rift, 'Thorm is not Thorm.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'He has been in proximity to the rifts to long.'

Koviaem says 'An illusion'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Somethign else fills him'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Something insubstantial'

Koviaem says 'Do you fear this...insubstantiaty?'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Something that claims it will CEASE when the rifts do.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Fear?'

Koviaem says 'Not fear...'

Valadar snarls at Koviaem, grasping the haft of his weapon.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'I am curious.'

Valadar touches the mark upon his brow again, and steps right up to the rift.

Koviaem says 'Do not all?'

The mark on Valadar's forehead FLARES with a cold fire as he stands close to the Rift.

Koviaem says 'Perhaps this illusion brings hope to them'

Valadar 's eyes widen slightly.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'No, not hope.'

Valadar reaches out a gauntletd hand, as if to touch the dark gate radiating black lightening.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'No, Thorm is from the void, or what is within him is.'

Valadar allows his hand for a moment to breach the surface of the dark gate.

Valadar pulls his hand back, turning to Koviaem

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Merely torments.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Mindless beasts.'

You grizzle your teeth and look mean.

Koviaem snarls angrily.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Hahah, not Bella.'

Koviaem grins maliciously.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Why does it burn.'

Koviaem says 'They are the composition of all that is imperfect in us.'

Valadar touches the mark at his brow.

Black lighting crackles about the Nexus Rift as a torment steps forth!

An ominous crackling of dark energies echos through the night!

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Inperfections dwell in mortality.'

Valadar draws the large scythe from his back, taking a thrusting swipe at the rift before him.

You grizzle your teeth and look mean.

Koviaem watches your motions with curiosity.

You hear Anume's voice in your head, - It flares because it feels his closeness.

Valadar peers about.

Koviaem says 'What is that mark upon your forhead.'

An ominous crackling of dark energies echos through the night!

You are certain that nobody around you heard anything from the odd looks they give you.

Koviaem says 'The imagery is unlike that I remember.'

as if to himself, or someone you do not see Valadar says ,'He comes...and will we answer to him?'

The ground beneath you shakes lightly as the massive Golem guard patrols on all sides.

Koviaem drinks water from the barrel.

The Central Commons

You stand amid the Central Commons of Rheydin, the main

gatheriner place in this city. A large fountain has been built here,

feeding the water needs of the Rheydin citizens. Here, an inter-

section divides Saint Orealt Avenue and Saint Andres Street, the

main roads in Rheydin.

[Exits: north east south west]

[NEXUS] [||||||] A Nexus Gateway crackles with hellish heat and

unholy magics.

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

(Humming) Pulsating with wild energies the Nexus Rift is here.

Zhokril the Ethereal Timewraith, Channeler of the Mystic is here.

(Charmed) Valadar's dracolich stands here reeking of death.

(Invisible) (Charmed) Jalice's swamp drake is here, stretching its slimy

wings.

(Invisible) Jalice the Holy Shaman is here.

Koviaem the Master Bard is here.

The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions.

Koviaem says 'Wraith.'

The frigid air causes Koviaem's breath to coalesce into fog.

Koviaem says 'You have come here?'

The Grey Banner blows strongly in the winds of Rheydin.

A formless mass undulates before you, the transparent substance somewhat

resembling a chemical mist. Lacking any definite shape, the substance

continually flows in on itself as fresh strands escape from its center.

While you are able to see through the mist, the images behind it seem oddly

distorted. In fact, they change fluidly like a slideshow. Individual

strands of the timestream reveal different points in the past, present, and

future as each blurry image dissolves into the next.

A mirage of faces, objects, and scenery takes indefinite form, often

incomplete, only to morph into something completely different as other

strands flow through the picture. A faint sound like that of the wind

emanates from the revolving figment of time, and time itself is distorted

around you. Some movements seem faster, while others are as though watching

in slow motion. The mass pulses in the air, free of weight, as it revolves

and collapses about itself.

Zhokril is in excellent condition.

Zhokril is using:

(Glowing) (Humming) the Timesphere

(Glowing) (Humming) a Hole in Time

An Immortal says softly, 'He too, feels HIS arrival. He is coming closer.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'By what blessing or sin do we deserve your presence, Deus Tempus.'

Black lighting crackles about the Nexus Rift as a torment steps forth!

An ominous crackling of dark energies echos through the night!

Jalice inserts a tube into her neck, pumping multi-colored liquids into her veins.

Anume says 'Soon the Borders will be weakened enough.

Anume appears right behind you.

An odd sound permeates from Zhokril, almost as if a laugh, 'You know not what awaits you, Sadist.'

Anume says, 'You do feel HIS presence, don't you.

Anume chuckles.

Valadar continues to watch the rift, his hand seemingly forgotten as he touches the mark upon his brow.

Anume says, 'I do. Do you however?

The Central Commons

You stand amid the Central Commons of Rheydin, the main

gatheriner place in this city. A large fountain has been built here,

feeding the water needs of the Rheydin citizens. Here, an inter-

section divides Saint Orealt Avenue and Saint Andres Street, the

main roads in Rheydin.

[Exits: north east south west]

[NEXUS] [||||||] A Nexus Gateway crackles with hellish heat and

unholy magics.

The Grey Banner of the city of Rheydin stands tall here.

The official Tribunal Roll Call has been posted here.

A massive marble fountain bubbles forth with water here.

(Humming) Pulsating with wild energies the Nexus Rift is here.

Anume is here, dressed for Battle.

Zhokril the Ethereal Timewraith, Channeler of the Mystic is here.

(Charmed) Valadar's dracolich stands here reeking of death.

(Invisible) (Charmed) Jalice's swamp drake is here, stretching its slimy

wings.

(Invisible) Jalice the Holy Shaman is here.

Koviaem the Master Bard is here.

The Town Crier stands here ready to give directions.

Anume says, 'The Rifts will converge into one soon, no doubt. And then there will be no more Torment toys.

Valadar lower his hand, his steel eyes turning to survey all in the area.

Anume says, 'I can feel his presence.

Koviaem looks at Zhokril, waiting for his answer.

The air heating as sound travels through them, Zhokril replies, 'You cannot tamper with the laws of the Universe, it will not stand.'

Anume says, 'I do not tamper. My Lord comes.

Koviaem says 'The one?'

Anume says, 'The Demon has weakened the Border enough to allow for his return.

Valadar steps aside, moving as if to await the command of his mistress.

Koviaem growls.

Observing Anume's odd behavior momentarily, Zhokril emanates, 'Enough of this.'

Anume continues to stare into the Rift, completely ignoring anyone around her.

Valadar turns his head, peering at Zhokril, a metallic shimmer passing over his eyes.

A whispering sound precedes as a thin shell of magical energy seeps from Zhokril's form, making its way toward the Rift.

Valadar looks from Zhokril to Anume and back

Anume chuckles, 'Do you really think your magic will change what thousands of Souls have wrought?

The Rift flares angrily as Zhokril's magical shell begins to engulf it.

Anume says, 'The Time has not come yet. They need to combine.

Anume says, 'Only ONE. For HIM.

Anume is gone with a malicious chuckle.

Valadar once again touches the mark at his brow.

A snickering laugh can be heard, echoing around Zhokril as if mocking him.

As a torment makes it way through the Rift, Zhokril's shell lashes towards it whip-like, forcing it back within.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You may be able to delay them, but whats next...is beyond even you Deus Tempus.'

Koviaem says 'Hrm'

The frigid air causes Koviaem's breath to coalesce into fog.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'All..'

You point at Koviaem.

Koviaem raises an eyebrow.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'This one, the creatura per haud visio'

Jalice says 'The pyre burns brightly, the lands are ravished by pain and anguish, and many have deemed their souls to his will.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'The Deus Cruciatus.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'All speak of one thing, THE one thing.'

Zhokril Turning slowly toward you, Zhokril replies simply, 'I need not stop what is next. No, you will be thwarted by mere mortals.'

Jalice says 'Who dare challenge the inevitable?'

Koviaem says 'Is this true, Zhokril?'

Koviaem says 'How can be you so sure.'

Jalice says 'There are but few who dare not bear the mark, and embrace the rift.'

His voice rising, Zhokril continues, 'Not even your avatar of Sirant will stand in for you, vampire. Anume does not care for you for anything more than a tool.'

Jalice says 'Those few dare not show their face within the lands, for fear of the seas of pain they will be dealt.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Is it not the place of a king to serve that which is greater than himself.'

Zhokril emanates, 'Chosen Blade of Anume indeed. For that is all that you are.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'If I am to be wielded, then I will strike upon the flesh of my foes with all the power I have, swiftly, and with resolution beyond those who are self serving.'

Jalice says 'Puppets of our masters.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You will not infect me with hesitation, or fear of belittlement.'

The Dracolich scowls, 'But you require my help. Take credit for my work, indeed.'

Valadar, with a swift seamless gesture, beheads his own mount.

The Dracolich slowly disappears.

Koviaem says 'Interesting'

Zhokril emanates tauntingly, 'Those who serve you are no less likely to turn on you.'

Nodding his head at you, Koviaem muses, 'Very interesting.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'And I should I speak against my mistress I expect her blow to be even swifter.'

Zhokril continues, 'Such is your dedication to Sirant's avatar.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'And you, Deus Tempus, what of your master...the stream of time is all consuming.'

Zhokril emanates, 'I am as your chest is to yourself. I AM time.'

Zhokril says, 'I do not fear for a master, as you do.'

Valadar sneers as he speaks.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Fear? '

Koviaem says 'No master...'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'That is why you seek to stop this.'

Valadar narrows his eyes.

Zhokril emanates, 'You gave up mortality to be a slave. One must reason that your life as a mortal was even more pathetic.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You claim no allegiance to the one who comes.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'The one who sets my brow aflame with mere proximity'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Haha, you know nothing of my sacrifice...of the fuel to the fire that is my vengeance'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'As to the origin of my bond.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'I sacrificed my mortality to end the lives of all those who sinned against my people.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'But you, you claim independance from the one who comes.'

The ground beneath you shakes lightly as the massive Golem guard patrols on all sides.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You fear it.'

Valadar cocks his head to the side, his grey eyes gleaming with a metallic shimmer.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'For it will command your service.'

Valadar licks his lips.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You know your own follower has become my childe.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You mock me while those who serve you bow.'

The air all around, even in your own lungs, seems to laugh at you as Zhokril remains silent.

You smirk.

Zhokril says 'It? Do you know what 'it' is, slave?'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Ahh, now you demand I respect THE ONE whose coming you fear?'

Valadar crosses his arms to his chest, the runes etched in the dark metal glowing with an eerie green light.

Koviaem says 'You have allegiance to him so long as you have allegiance to his followers.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'I will serve the one through my mistress.'

As though speaking the words of Time itself, Zhokril replies, 'The One will not come through that Rift, ignorant pawn. I will see to it personally if I must.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Ahh, but can you truly stand against my mistress, can you truly stand against THE demon.'

Koviaem says 'Is it the one who shall appear?'

You peer intently at Koviaem.

An odd laugh permeating once more, Zhokril replies, 'Do you wish to risk finding out?'

Koviaem says 'I do not risk anything'

Jalice smirks at Zhokril's saying.

Zhokril emanates, 'Where would that leave you...with nobody to serve.'

Koviaem says 'Whom do I serve?'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'And as my mistress commands any mortal that stands in the way will find their blood let, or their soul tainted as it suits me.'

Selrin grins mischievously at a nasty idea.

Jalice says 'I have seen many talk of this arrogance, and then they fall to be one with the dust you stand on.'

Jalice says 'Yet none have averted any of the events laid into place.'

Koviaem looks at Jalice.

Koviaem says 'They have tried'

Jalice says 'And now, the wraith of the tower.'

Jalice says 'Whos halls are empty, minus the echoes of his own voice.'

Valadar raises a finger

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'And my childe.'

Valadar flashes a wicked grin.

Zhokril utters the words, 'szculayl'.

You yell 'Die! Zhokril, you sorcerous dog!'

You have been PETRIFIED!!

You're too busy collecting bird droppings!

Muttering curses and mumbling unholy words, Jalice begins to fashion a small wooden doll.

Jalice creates a cute little doll.

Jalice concentrates momentarly and stabs a needle into a minature replica of Zhokril.

An amused chuckle winds its way from Zhokril.

Selrin watches with interest as the entertainment begins.

Your mind suddenly fills with the certainty that nothing ill will befall you.

Jalice smirks.

Zhokril utters the words, 'szculayl'.

Jalice yells 'Die! Zhokril, you sorcerous dog!'

Jalice has been PETRIFIED!!

You feel a pair of dark eyes watching, the fires of chaos swirling inside.

Koviaem looks at the statues around him.

Koviaem says 'And now what'

Your flesh returns to normal.

Koviaem says 'Something IS coming'

Speaking slowly and deliberately, Zhokril emanates, 'You may speak to your equals as you wish, children. But you will not speak to me in such a manner.'

Valadar 's eyes burn with an inner fire.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'A wise commander once noted, should your foe retaliate with force then you have struck them deep in their heart.'

Koviaem chortles mischieviously.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Have I struck you deeply with my words, Deus Tempus?'

Zhokril emanates, 'A wise commander once noted...'

Jalice looks at you.

Zhokril continues, 'That bravery turns to foolishness, at a point,'

Jalice says 'Bravery? We leave that to the fools you speak of.'

[NEXUS] (Archfiend) an Immortal: 'Do not taunt him too much, he might prove useful yet.'

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'I Will hold my tongue.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'In truth, Deus Tempus, only time will tell what comes.'

Zhokril grins evilly.

Zhokril emanates, 'Exactly. Time will tell.'

Valadar pulls his hood low, covering the mark upon his brow.

Jalice says 'What do you intend to do about the rift opening Zhokril?'

Jalice says 'The powers that will it, are far greater than your own.'

Selrin says 'If anyonEh coUhld havE donEh anything, ThEy WoUld haveh whehn the rifts fiRst appeaRed'

Jalice says 'Perhaps you should embrace it's power?'

Black lighting crackles about the Nexus Rift as a torment steps forth!

An ominous crackling of dark energies echos through the night!

Jalice says 'Surely, if anyone feels its power here.. you would Zhokril?'

Valadar seems to resign himself, observing the rift in dark silence from within his shadowy cowl

Zhokril emanates, 'It tells me that you are easily taken in by your dreams of power.'

Jalice says 'Ah, but I do not dream of power.'

Jalice says 'I merely serve.'

Selrin says 'All attempts to close these gates are actually attempts to calm the nervous minds of the scared.'

Jalice says 'Why do you fear the rift Zhokril?'

Again, Anume speaks directly into your mind.

The air around rushes past as Zhokril compresses into a compact solid sphere.

Wodua says 'Isn't it obvious?'

A banshee's wail cries forlornly along a freezing wind that bites to your bone.

Selrin says 'As if any mortal, or not, could match the power of Malchaeius!'

Selrin falls down laughing.

One Rift does not matter, my Blade.

Jalice raises an eyebrow at Wodua's weird actions.

Wodua says 'You fools do not know what you are doing.'

Wodua says 'With these altars.'

They need to combine, and they shall.

Jalice throws back her head and cackles with insane glee!

Wodua says 'You will destroy us all.'

Jalice says 'We do as we are willed.'

Wodua says 'Time, space, yourself.'

Valadar remains silent, watching the interchange.

Whispers flowing forth in the tongue of the Ancients, the air around Zhokril begins to heat and crackle.

Wodua says 'How quaintly ignorant can you be?'

Jalice smirks at Wodua's saying.

It does not matter where the small ones open, as they will all flow into the ONE anyway, drawn like flies to honey.

Jalice says 'I do not see you bearing your mark?'

Koviaem says 'And you faerie'

Jalice says 'Perhaps you are the ignorant one.'

Koviaem says 'What would you do to prevent it'

Koviaem says 'What can we do to save ourselves.'

Koviaem peers intently at Wodua.

Your powers weaken as Zhokril continues, the energy seeming to flow from you towards him.

Valadar nods to no-one inparticular, or so it seems.

Wodua says 'I believe you could not fathom my intellect.'

Koviaem says 'I am sure'

Wodua says 'So please being of death.'

Koviaem says 'But you have not given a solution, only criticism'

Valadar sheaths his weapons, arms crossed, hood pulled low over his brow...an odd lack of concern upon his shadowed face.

Koviaem says 'Surely one so intellectual can give a solution?'

[PANDEMONIUM] (Possessed) Jalice: 'Shall we attempt to interrupt the wraith if he is foolish enough to try and close the rift?'

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'No.'

Wodua says 'The solution lies in Thorm.'

Wodua says 'What is below.'

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'It is inconsequential.'

Jalice says 'The solution is to bow.'

Koviaem says 'What IS below?'

Selrin says 'The druncken dwarff?'

The frigid air causes Selrin's breath to coalesce into fog.

The energies of the Rift begin to distort before you, attracting towards Zhokril as he continues to chant.

Jalice says 'Bow to m'lady and her masters.'

Wodua says 'Go look.'

Koviaem says 'Why not yourself, or will you depend on others to save you?'

Wodua says 'You weakly take the sides of demons because you are afraid, afraid of what is inside of you.'

Selrin says 'The only thing he has solved is the lack of alcohol crisis in Rheydin'

Koviaem says 'If that is truly the answer, why is only one dwarf doing so?'

Jalice says 'Beg for forgiviness for your ways, accept the demon's mark and pray he deems you pity.'

The frigid air causes Jalice's breath to coalesce into fog.

Zhokril reaches out an ethereal hand, strands of time, pulling at the energies of the crackling Rift.

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'One rift is nothing, but a single tear in the fabric, sewing it closed will not repair the entire veil.'

Wodua says 'Because he has something you do not.'

Wodua says 'A spine.'

Koviaem grins maliciously.

Koviaem says 'And through logic, neither do you'

[PANDEMONIUM] (Possessed) Jalice: 'Indeed, but he should not be left unchecked to do as he pleases in our presence.'

Koviaem smirks at Wodua's saying.

Wodua says 'I have just reached these planes.'

Wodua says 'There is still much I can do.'

Koviaem says 'What excuse is that?'

[PANDEMONIUM] (Possessed) Jalice: 'We have a reputation to uphold of coarse.'

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'I do as my mistress commands, for it is the master that chooses when to sheath or draw her blade.'

Wodua says 'Try traveling through time.'

With a final crackle of resistance, the energy flows into Zhokril's sphere, consumed by it. The Rift narrows to a mere speck, drained of its current energy.

Wodua says 'See how far you get.'

Zhokril gets the Nexus Rift.

Koviaem raises an eyebrow.

[REAVER] (Reaver) Valadar: 'Reputation? hah, does your ego suffer?'

Wodua beams a smile at Zhokril.

Koviaem rolls his eyes, disgusted.

Koviaem says 'As I see'

Koviaem says 'You depend on others to do your bidding'

Valadar remains silent within his hood.

Wodua says 'Whom are you Tansay?'

Wodua says 'Another has been?'

Koviaem says 'Nay'

Wodua says 'Another leetch trying to bethrone yourself?'

Koviaem says 'I am that is'

Koviaem says 'Bethrone?'

Zhokril leaves in a swirling mist.

Koviaem says 'Ignorant fly.'

Valadar focuses his grey eyes upon Wodua.

Koviaem says 'Try to accuse me with your words'

Koviaem says 'Stun me with your logic'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'No, let the fae whip its tongue, slander that which it does not understand in its whymsical origins.'

Koviaem says 'You will fail.'

Jalice sits down and rests.

Koviaem shrugs helplessly.

Koviaem sits down and rests on a massive marble fountain.

Wodua says 'You do not understand Bat!'

Wodua says 'You think you are safe?'

Wodua chuckles politely.

Koviaem smirks.

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'Your mockery is useless to me.'

Koviaem says 'Safety is for those whom fear.'

Wodua says 'Who is mocking?'

Wodua says 'Perhaps it is you.'

Koviaem says 'The real question is Wodua, what is it that you plan to do to stop this?'

Valadar smirks, as if amused.

Jalice raises an eyebrow.

Jalice says 'Exactly.'

Jalice says 'Nothing.'

Wodua says 'Exactly?'

Wodua says 'A force shall rise.'

Wodua says 'Men, elves, dwarfs, people whom care for life.'

Jalice says 'When, In your feeble dreams?'

Wodua says 'My dreams?'

Wodua smirks.

Wodua says 'This has already happened.'

Jalice says 'Those who have risen, have been quelled.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'All who care for life have had it sucked from them.'

Jalice says 'There souls added to the pyre so that it may burn brightly fueling the rift.'

The frigid air causes Jalice's breath to coalesce into fog.

Wodua says 'That is what you think.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'There is so little hope, that a creature has been born of the excess that has abandoned the souls of this land'

Koviaem says 'The hopes and plans have been corrupted'

Wodua says 'It only takes ONE!'

Koviaem says 'All is full of chaos.'

Jalice smirks.

Wodua says 'And I will say no more.'

Koviaem says 'Please...'

The frigid air causes Koviaem's breath to coalesce into fog.

Jalice says 'What is one, against an ocean of death and corruption.'

Jalice says 'Pain and Dismay.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'An amusing plaything indeed.'

Wodua says 'One carries the strength of ALL.'

Jalice says 'Pure choas and Entropy.'

Valadar smirks as one would who has seen a jester perform.

Jalice says 'And whom will be this one?'

Wodua says 'You do not even follow such a thing shaman.'

Koviaem says 'Do we not all?'

Jalice says 'Shall you add a face to this shadowy hero you speak so highly of?'

Wodua says 'You preach this "chaos" yet you obey laws,'

Wodua says 'You say this and yet you do that,.'

The frigid air causes Wodua's breath to coalesce into fog.

Wodua yawns.

Jalice smirks.

Koviaem says 'You speak and speak'

Koviaem smirks.

Wodua says 'So do you.'

Koviaem says 'That is all you are capable of'

Koviaem chuckles politely.

Jalice smirks at Koviaem's saying.

Koviaem says 'My words have more impact than a fly'

Wodua says 'You have not made any logical sense yet Bard.'

Koviaem says 'No, you fail to see it'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You seek logic in chaos?'

Wodua says 'Fail to see what?'

Wodua says 'That your a succubus?'

Koviaem says 'Truth.'

In a cold and sinister voice Valadar says, 'You seek light in death..warmth in the chilling cold..'

Koviaem says 'A succubus?'

Koviaem peers at his body.

Jalice says 'Evidentially he thinks to put on a good show for us, perhaps he wants some coin.'

Wodua says 'Pull back your lips from the teets of these defiled creatures.'

Jalice flips a few coin in Wodua's direction.

Wodua says 'Stand up for something Koviaem.'

You smirk at her saying.

Jalice gives Wodua some gold.

Wodua says 'Stop taking the cowards way out.'

Koviaem says 'I have already stood up'

Koviaem says 'You'

Koviaem points excitedly at Wodua!

Koviaem says 'And all like you'

Koviaem says 'Have failed to listen when I spoke'

Koviaem says 'I have given everything, the answers and paths to you all'

Koviaem says 'In your neglect to see the truth, you turned on me'

Wodua says 'You gave the people a scroll.'

Koviaem says 'Now, it is time to pay'

Wodua says 'One that suggests their end.'

Wodua says 'That does not help.'

Koviaem says 'You have only read one scroll'

Wodua says 'You enstil fear.'

Valadar silently half watches the interchange, seemingly preoccupied.

Koviaem says 'I have written entire books.'

Wodua says 'Instead of rallying hope.'

Koviaem chortles mischieviously.

Koviaem says 'I was there when the brotherhood was created.'

Koviaem says 'I was there when the city was attacked'

Koviaem says 'I was there when all was lost'

Wodua says 'And what did you do?'

Koviaem says 'Preserved what was left'

Koviaem grins maliciously.

Koviaem says 'Leaving something for those like you'

Koviaem says 'Unfortunately, it seems to be wasted'