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He'd watched, his hand clenched tightly around his sword as he watched Revan give into the darkness growing in his heart. He'd almost struck his sister when she'd taunted him, for while balance must be maintained she always irked him. Eris was part of the entropy of Lorgraine which was needed yet her personality seemed designed by the Moderator himself to annoy all creation. But he had still left her with parting words of his own, in an attempt to stop her continued pestering.

"Dear Eris, I know you find this event amusing but no matter. For in the end even the memory of this event will not give you solace, for in the end your machinations will be only against yourself."

Now left alone in the Arena he looked down at the new arrival and Athena in conversation, he had thought to approach the young Sargon for he too like Revan was out of balance with himself. And Kelmor knew well the reasoning behind such, after all he had already passed through their gates. Before he could decide his next course of action however his name was being called out by his sister below.

"Brother Kelmor, I wish to ask you something..It's important!".

He bowed slightly as he rose, and pulling his cloak around him and allowing his blade to vanish beneath made his way down towards his two siblings. He followed her into the inner sanctum of her domain, chuckling as the doors closed behind them with somewhat of a finality to them.

"It appears this event has been as damaging to mind as well as body. What do you wish to ask sister?" He asked as he lightly brushed his fingers over the marks left in his arm by his other sister, wondering why Eris seemed to focus so much upon them.

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Deep within the earth, Indris paced irritably within the halls of the dead. She was walking alongside a map of Lorgraine, detailing the war that the Eternal Order was waging against the increasing armies of the unnatural damned. She knew that Menoth tormented the souls with this 'gift' in an attempt to give them another chance but it was always something she found distasteful. But Kelmor had decided it was a means for judgement, and that the mortals should be the ones to give them the true gift of oblivion. However his personal touch to the order had sat ill with her as well for his Chosen were something strange indeed to her mind. Her eyes kept flickering towards the chamber of judgement where she could see three pale figures governing the passage of the dead through the grey gates, and felt a slight shiver as she locked eyes with those of the right hand judge. Her own eyes stared back, devoid of the warmth they now held and instead filled with a dull emptiness.