Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180309042459

Thomas' rage is suddenly muffled by Baku, as the giant man picks him up. Instantly his anger is multiplied, but it quickly subsides when he realizes that there is nothing he can do.

And to Markel's keen mind, the swell of magic that surrounded them only moments ago now swiftly waned...as if it was no longer under control and simply vanished back into the ether from which it was summoned.

"Let me go!" Thomas pushes his way out of Baku's arms, still angry, but not the raging creature he was. He struggles and frees himself, gaining composure before speaking.

"Vi---" He pauses, and adjusts, his voice sharp, but controlled. "...He...is the steward the greatest artifact of power that has ever existed. It...it contains so much power, it can't dwell on any one single plane.  It would utterly devestate it.  It exists at the opposite end of our point in time and space, the perihelion of the known."

He takes a deep, shaky breath, running his fingers through his hair and calming himself, even though the subject matter clearly shskes him.

"It's called the Black Crucible. It stores memories, and memories of memories, and is the singularity of their manipulation in space-time.  And in being so, it can duplicate existences.  If one knows how, it can be used to create entirely new dimensions, or even ones that are self-contained.  It can create anything, in any form.  It can make a dream real.  Or a nightmare, over and over again..."

He stops, staring at the desk.

Adelaide watches him with a single raised brow.