Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170223181617

You have made the correct decision, little foxfire.

Aidlis strokes Cyndwella's hair as she holds her close. Anansin leans in and nuzzles Cyndwella from behind. "Yes, my Queen, you have.  For you to..."

Anansin stops suddenly, and pulls back. She turns and looks at an Obsidian shard, its facets connected to the other shards in the Mobius by her threads. She looks at it, curiously. Aidlis speaks up.

Anansin, what is it?

"I...felt something, my lady.  A tremor, in the threads of fate.  Something...immense..."

Aidlis and Cyndwella seperate, looking at each other. "I...felt it too, just now," Cyndwella says. "Something like...like..." Her eyes grow large as she looks to Aidlis.

Yes...

All three of them disappear. A moment later, Aidlis and Cyndwella are running down the vasy corridor of the Crucible's sanctuary. Aidlis throws herself at the foot of the dais and looks up.

''My husband! My Lord! I felt tremors in the outer reaches! I believe that the Hellhounds have succeeded in---''

The dark figure raises his hand for silence, the gaze of his black hood fixed on the vast obsidian obelisk that floats in the center of the chamber. His eyes look deep into the fates that play out within its shadowy facets. He gestures with his armored hand, and Aidlis crawls up the steps to his throne, where he reaches down an strokes her ashen hair in silence. Cyndwella follows, leaning upon the other side of the throne.

The Dark Lord speaks. Though he has no face, his voice begets a hint of a smile, causing  his wives to freeze in terror.

'...Interesting... '