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Drakenvold was tired. But he pressed on. He had survived the ordeal with Lilith but at the cost of his left eye, which had popped, forcing him to wear an eyepatch over its ruined socket. He hated Lilith more than ever now, especially when he sensed the beast she had sent to try and steal banatrix for herself. He was tasked with rallying grim forges defenses for its inevitable onslaught, for it had failed in its task and was seething with rage. Inglip, mage of Arktorious, had took banatrix from the assasin and hurled the blade into the grim fire himself. Drakenvold had felt the old gods power return and ambled out of the cave, completely forgetting lilith and "the weirdo" as he recieved his orders from the Baron himself. Praxus knew the power of the older children of Lilith, so for this task he had given Drakenvold access to some of the finest seige weapons in the land and an entire horde of Darklings to command. Personally, he couldnt wait to fight alongside Inglip again, or see the combined might of Praxus, Azazel and Malakath in action. He felt giddy, so giddy in fact that he almost missed the sorry sight of Caylim and her party, still smarting from Lilith's influence.

I shall add to their woes, he thought, and have some fun, besides, i deserve it. He used the ruby crown to send them a message.

"Caylim, worthy goddess and her retinue, you hath failed, the old gods are free, and your destruction is iminent. You had no idea of the forces working against you, and you have paid dearly."

Then he began to target their minds, one by one

to Rolaf;
"Oh worthy knight, you are to the godessess as a ward is to a mage. But what happens when you fail, hmmm? I see your visions, of dear little Takira lying dead, cut down with you powerless to aid her, and, oh my, the LOOK mora gives you........."

To Athos
"Oh worthy Athos, accomplished assasin, you hide in the shadows, keeping away from gods, for you are in awe of them, they have touched you once before, i see. i see your visions, of the gods, new and old, standing tall at the top of a huge chasm, with their scornful laughter being sent to its depths where you lie, tormented by inner demons and succubi."

To Alexy;
"Your mixed genes have always been frowned upon, little one, but they are the least of your worries. You are a bumbling bafoon who is useless without his bag of hocus pocus. I see your visions, forced to lead your kin through a vast desert, but you never get them to their destination, and they die in their droves from starvation, and their ghosts haunt you."

To Zee;
"Oh." he exclaimed, cocking his head to one side "Ok then, lets just say you are very late." He said, realising her true agenda.

And finally, to Caylim
"Godess, you love your feeble 'Moon mother' and would not survive without her guidance, however, what would you do if she never rose from the sky? If her guidance failed you? There is not much to say about your visions, for they are exactly that."

He then adressed the whole party.
"Go back to your pitiful patron and tell her of your failure. If i had the time, i would kill you all right now, but I am afraid i have more pressing matters beyond your comprehension. But know my name, and fear me, I am Drakenvold, messanger of ruin, seated at the right hand of the Baron himself, when we meet on the field of battle once more, i shall crush you. Farewell, my little failures."

And with that he extended his wings, blocking the view of the moon as a final insult to Caylim, and departed, Cackling manically as he went. He was not possessed by rage, lust or a penchant for flesh and blood, oh no.

Drakenvold was just generally a psychopath