Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160825160157

The Paths gather before the gates, readying themselves. They prepare to depart, when a shimmering appears in the air. The crimson image of Alcamarie wavers before them, large and transparent.

"A bone, you say?  I imagine you would, Sebyl, considering you don't actually have any.  I suppose if I were more of a boor, I would make a comment about you being spineless.  But, let's not tread that garden path, shall we?"

She looks to Jeiel. "I'm afraid you are somewhat mistaken, Jeiel.  You know I am here, but I am not the one who seeks you.  Indeed, I do not have the power.  I am, alas, trapped within the great blackness that you now sense. I am only here because your friend the Doctor aske me to..."

She places a hand on her cheek. "Oh, my. Is that confusion on your face?  Did you not know...?"