Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170107011206

Jorge walks deeper into the Crucible, its feeling all to familiar. But this time, it looks different than before. No longer is it the obsidian hulk he has seen. He pushes past a pair of huge, decrepit doors, their slabs slamming into the wall with a thunderous boom.

Beyond, he sees the twisted interior of an Order cathedral. At its dais, steps rise to the familiar throne. Standing where the shattered pews once were, are hundreds of the Dark Lord's wives. 

As one, they turn and look at Jorge. Their eyes glow with the dark gift of the Void, silence wracking the hall as the boom of the opened doors dies off.

A dark shape stretches, wings rising up into the air on the far end of the room.

''The Champion has lit the beacon! The black lantern of despair! His call is nigh, and the answer comes, to succor his woe unending!''

Aidlis' voice rings out like a clarion. A massive shadow rises from the throne and begins its slow descent.

"And thus, I answer him..."

The dark lord lands the final step and stands on the other end of the approach, waiting...