Snippet #2338152

"So, Indris, what do we do after everyone bands together?"

She paced back and forth slightly, her anxiety clearly showing.

"In all honestly? I do not know. Hopefully show him his wrongs and bring back our brother. But if needs be we will remove his evil from Lorgraine. It is a prospect that does not sit well with me and I hope we do not have to deal with. But it is a likelihood if events continue to progress as they have been."

She walks over to the alcove dedicated to the lady of war, carefully caressing the sword and shield that signify her in this place.

"I miss the days before the mortals, pity we never made use of that time. Each of us locked away within our little worlds, ignorant of what we could have learned of each other."

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“Why Menoth?” She questioned in a low seductive whisper. “You're not scared . . . are you?”

"Pretty words as was to be expected, but I see no reason for such falsehoods as we speak of acts hidden in darkness."

He shook his head slowly and cracked his neck gently, the dull sound echoing around the room as his armoured form changed and smoothed to resemble a black polished mirror rather than a spiked barricade. The sound was repeated by each of the dead within the chamber. His helmet faded in a wisp of black smoke to leave his pale patrician, if slightly gaunt features bare to her for the first time.

"Now you and I both know that you and he shared a moment here, perhaps not lovemaking but a moment none the less. Clearly time hindered it developing more. I honestly don't care about what ever label it is you wish to apply to it. And I really couldn't care less if what he's planning results in all life in Lorgraine being snuffed out over night, simply makes my day easier. But my main concern is myself, dear sister; Just between you and me, does his plan intend to harm the pantheon?"

One of his undead minions handed him a pair of glassed filled with fine wine, he offered one to the Goddess.

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The passage was coming to an end and not that far in the distance; the roar of ratting chains was audible. That and a simple sentance which chilled Kelmor's heart and hardened his features.

"Then speak I shall... of freedom."

He stepped out onto the winding stair that lead upto the plateau upon which ancient gates that barred the way down into the dark prison of the old ones stood. His temperament was unsettled as he listened to the conversation between Revan and those who he offered release from the torment he had consigned them too long ago.

As he stepped out into the open he saw that he made ready to unlock their cage and unleash untold horrors upon the world he had spent aeons guarding from such.

"I had hoped my journey here would prove fruitless, but alas it appears not brother." He calls out, his voice filled with sorrow as his eyes gaze mournfully towards his traitorous kinsman.