Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170117013626

"I guess next time I'll make sure it's an appletini," she says, sneering. No sooner is she done talking than the portal behind her opens back up into a rather large rift. Several eldritch arachnid legs step through before revealing Anansin, the Atlach-Nacha.

She steps through and the rift closes. "Your Highness," she says in a voice like honey as she bows. Cyndwella smiles and kisses her at the bottom of her bow.

"Anansin, I need you to do me a favor. A large one," Cyndwella says.

Anansin looks to Armata. "A large one indeed," she says, assessing the Vampire. "What bargain are we striking that we must now deal with the Night Prince in the currency of the fates?"

"Not a bargain. A proof," Cyndwella answers.

"Gazing into someone's life is always a bargain," she says, approaching Armata. "I know what it is you want, Armata. And yes, I know who you are.  I am the watcher of the threads that tie all of the Mori's memories together, and ensure they do not change fate as determined by Our Lord, long is His suffering.  My question to you is, do you ask to see these memories out of want, or out of need?  You obviously do not do so out of the kindness of your ancient heart.  In looking thus to the past that you have wrought by your wn hands and still remain ts stranger, are you prepared for the changes it will bring to yourself?"