Ryuu Tygre's Story

Elanna Torres shuddered once more as she felt a jolt wrack her down to her very core, the words 'Clear' Echoed through her mind, so loud that the voice seemed to come from where she stood.

Heralding Rymesis Heralding wasn't expecting this.

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!" He laughed heartily, in a low scratchy gravely voice. Signature to the dragon born. His default dialect slipping in the face of such a surprise.

"I should have known. This isn't quite the divine nature of things I was thinking of." Heralding lamented, even with the very visible joy still painting his old mug.

Hmm. There seems to be the standard amount of flaming heat radiance coming off he walls, but none of the suffocating scent of death. Which was something he remembered, when last here. Well, without a welcoming party, he certainly wasn't sure what else to do but walk on. He was either to be greeted, or he would end up fracturing and disrupting time at some point for attention.

Heralding Rymesis Heralding was wandering in circles. Nothing seemed familiar anymore. They must have done renovations down here. Because there you used to be the friendly Cerberus who would greet you with bad breath and big licks. There used to be a harpy or two, who would charm you with sharp teeth and wild angry slashes at your neck. That was how they play 'tag' down here.

Even with the long line of people, he was always greeted first. This was unusual indeed. There seemed to be something more going on.

Heralding decided he would no longer walk, but levitate around. It was faster and required less physical work.

Asmodeus Prince Of Lust was pissed.

"THIS IS NOT MY HOME." Asmo exclaimed in a very loud voice. Flames ripped through the air with his acrid breath. So bright, it would light up a kilometer around him.

Asmodeus was royalty, and did not belong where he was. He did not know how he got here. But he did know that he would transport himself back to the Second Circle of Hell immediately. He knew that he needed an explanation from one of the fellow princes or Rulers, and knew that he would cause chaos if her was not greeted warmly and with a lady in waiting to show forgiveness.

Sonia Bathory could sense her Liege. She didn't know where she was, but she knew where she was supposed to be. It was next to him.

She would follow Asmodeus's aura, wasting no time.

K'gara just sits and folds her arms grumpily. She's really not in a trusting mood especially after that entourage that just passed by.

Space itself seems to reverberate with the sound of a distant horn, shaking the ground underfoot. The unsettling blast seems strangely cold, sending shivers down your spine.