Snippet #1926360

Cain Ashenrov

When Sarka voice her opinion on involving Keizer within his plan Cain merely scoffed in the back of his throat, only moving to wipe the top of his head with his left hand in slight contempt.
~Sarka~ He said with a overly aggressive tone to his voice ~Keizer is a servant of the of the queen and will do all that is commanded and required of him. I could order him to tear off one of his own arms and beat himself with it and do you know what he would do?... He would do just that with no question.~ He points over her shoulder at the unconscious man as he still lay there sleeping in the chair. ~I would never tell him this to his face but he is the most dependable soldier I have at my disposal and I will use him as I see fit.~ Cain leans back from the counter top as he gives Sarka a stern pinpoint eye of flame in opposition.

Cain just sighs slightly as he turns away for a quick moment and opens his coat as when he turns away from the group.
As he does the corner of the room starts to become devoid of light and dims greatly as a large amount of oily black smoke begins to billow outwards, staining the woodwork as it flows across the floor.
Within seconds however he closes his coat and turns back to the rest with something held tightly in his right hand.
It was a small box that seemed to be as reflective as polished steel, but within moments the glimmer was actually the fact that the box was cut from a large singular opal. Its black exterior only cut off by the golden disk like object on its top, which other then this part gave the box no other distinct feature. Cain ringed his hands over the boxes surface with a loving care like that of someone holding a child and sat it on the counter.
~My little pets here will make sure that I don't require help with the incantation, besides it would be far to dangerous to have anyone not of my blood nearby whist the spell commences.~
Cain goes back to rubbing the top of his box with a slight voice of pleasure..~Besides.. they don't like strangers~

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*Keizer could not tell how long he has been within this realm, his mind was at an unnatural peace with itself. His nature was beginning to return to normal as the platform he sat upon was beginning to change with his minds resolve. Small sections of the platform where changing to suit the element related to them.
Eventually the whole body of the platform was fully converged into the seven prime elements. Sections where roiling with the power of earth, fire, wind and water, while he was being circled by two orbs of light and dark. The one thing protecting him from torrent of power was a sphere of spiritual energy that slowly wafted away what ever came too close to him.
He sat and enjoyed the power that encased his mind in this fashion and slowly began to realize that he should return to reality before the others really need him*

Keizer exhaled once and the whole of the energy disappeared, evaporating out and away from his body as he began to stand. But for a moment he had an idea, realizing that Sarka would not be far from him seeing as that was the way he left her. He raised his hands high and called out to her, hopefully not trying to exert himself trying to reach her.
"Sarka" He called out to her, seeing as it would be far easier for her to enter his mind then him hers. However he could not entirely aim the message resulting only to broadcast it out from himself.