Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160920201819/@comment-28358106-20160921211750

The group walks towards the Crucible, trekking for what seems like an hour, until we come to the enormous door to its inner structure. Standing in front of it is a lone figure. A Dragon Zombie guards the entrance, not moving, watching us approach.

"That's far enough," she says, her voice twisted and authoritative.

"Hello, Aidlis," I say, keeping my voice even. "I claim my half of the Memento Mori.  Let us enter."

She regards me spitefully, and then she turns and walks to the door. With a deep groan, it slowly opens.

We enter the Crucible. It looks different than it did before; this time, it is simply an enormous inner chamber with thousands of floating monoliths in its open space. In the very center is the Well, and atop it, steps wind up to an obsidian throne. Already coming down the steps is Victivius.

Aidlis kneels at the base of the steps as he approaches, and he caresses her head as he passes. The group stops as he gets near.

He and I regard each other for several moments. I speak.

"You know why we are here."

'"I do." '

"Then you know that we come to seek an accord."

"Do not presume to bargain with me, Doctor.  Never are there true answers.  Only choices."

He turns his dark gaze to Los.  "And you have made a choice, and you wish to undo what has been done.  Do you understand that which you ask?"