User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27950421-20161118124401/@comment-28358106-20161119084331

Victivius bursts into a laugh, chorused by his wives, with the exception of Emelia, who remains where she is.

''He thinks that you seperate yourself from mortals! '' Aidlis has the back of her skeletal hand over her mouth.

'"Seperate!  I, who am awash in their very presence, surrounded by their existences!" '

He spreads his arms. Tens of thousands of obelisks glitter in the black air above, the facets of each one reflecting the memories of a lifetime, a thousand lifetimes on every face.

' "I, who am the warden of stolen destinies!  The Crucible, the crux that is the gate of all who have been forgotten!  It is I who am in control of the Crucible, and I who shepherd the echoes of the mortals whom the Void would claim, once stolen by the Red Mindflayer, but claimed by my brother, who wisely entrusted it to me, at a price.  Who hears the pleas of the lost, the neglected echoes of the wronged, besides I?" '

The images disappear.

"I know of mortals, O King.  I know them in shades that your reptile eyes cannot see, that your forked tongue cannot taste.  Their sorrows resound in me, their rage my own.  I am the weeping of the mother of the lost child, the gasp of the dying, the boundless rage of the wronged.  I am the voice of the Lost, and the Void is my sounding chamber for those who have none."

He continues to pet Emelia.

"Speak to me now of mortals, O King.  Speak to me of the one with whom I am bound.  I wager you cannot."