Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190516015329

FEAR tilts Ophelia's head.

'''Be as it may.... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO KILL TRUE FEAR, BOY. TRUE TERROR OF THE UNKNOWN CAN NEVER BE REMOVED. All I wish is to DELIVER A MESSAGE.. and as it would seem, she allowed me to deliver it myself.'''

Ophelia saunters forward, bearing the multiple, blinking eyes.

'''War will come. The weapon will rise. The truth is nigh. And bonds will be brought together. Not by the hands of the layman or the king...but by the fool that hides behind the mask.'''

'''Not of lust or madness....but of acceptance. '''

And at this last message a blast of memory pangs into everyone's heads...sending in the visions of what both Jalken..and Aschera had seen.

Joseph... in front of a realm on fire. Bodies... EVERYWHERE. On one hand... a button. On another... a white feather, tainted black. And in front of you... was not the Hanged Quin..

It was a misshapen .. broken form of Aschera Psolenaida. The Velvetin.... in streaks of blood that seemed to impale her all over.

As soon as the visions end, FEAR looks at everyone.

'''The battle will come soon .. with the Empire. Tread well.... and may the cosmos bade well with you...daughter.'''

Ash was about to speak, when Ophelia collapses back to her bed. The black mist of FEAR leaves...and the fear and terror in everyone's hearts disappears.

It was...quiet once more.