Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161016051653

The Paths see the Victivius hold the blade high, upside down, over Jeiel. There is a pause.

It drops. Passing through air. Then flesh. Then the obsidian floor.

It's over before he realizes it has even happened...

They watch as his body turns to black ash, like Circe. In mere moments, even that drifts away, leaving nothing but memories. And as they stare in horror, even those begin to fade...

As Ansherine stares through tear-strained sight, the horror of what has befallen her wracks her mind. Almost in madness, her grief washes over her like a black dread. She cannot fathom what has happened. Just as she begins to struggle with the reality of what she has just seen, the world swims. She begins to lose consciousness...

And she feels herself caught. Large, gentle arms hold her, cradling her. She looks up into a massive, towering form...

It's Aidlis.

The Dracolich holds her, and the coldness of her visage is gone. In its place is that of one Ansherine knows: a fellow Mamono, who has also borne witness to the loss of another's husband.

The Dracolich supports her with huge, gentle claws, and speaks, comforting her.

''Come, child...while he is still new, and young in your mind. Again shall the Master of the Black Throne bring him into the world, and thus again into your lives. As one is lost, so shall another take his place. Come, and bring balance. Do not despair, and weep no more...weep no more. ''

She helps Ansherine forward...