Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-26517142-20190929221944

"It's fine. Handle your problems for now. We'll let you know of anything." Jeiel says right before Isaac cuts off. He then looks towards Lic-chan who is sitting beside Repter as a stand-in for Isaac. "You heard him." He offers her a peaceful smile. "I'm sure he'll be okay."

The wives of Jeiel all look as they stood behind Repter and Joseph's table, listening to Jeiel in front  while he continued to speak.

"It's as you says guys. Yeah, we were lucky that time. We were lucky we were quickly able to band up and gather people to end the conflict  - but something tells me that the next time won't be that.. cooperative of a setting for us all."

Jeiel stares back to Joseph and Repter. "....and yeah...if we don't get to the bottom of this hierarchial scheme, we'll be mowing down more heads in a near endless set of wars. (Shakes head briefly) And no way... am I going to let that happen."

Jeiel gives everyone a determined expression. "If  this aforementioned terror comes to threaten our world... I want you all to know that we'll be ready for it. And whatever it has in store for us."

Outside, Whiz is floating beside her sisters Pathos and Mayind as they convened around an airless table for tea and biscuits, the latter two auspiciously gazing at Jeiel and his new state. "''Somehow, sporting that Auzium arm has made him look more... mature." ''Pathos commented. Mayind whistles, only to hear a growl from Whiz.

"''Temper, temper." ''Mayind wags her finger. "We're only stating how much he's ...developed from the scrawny weakling he used to be. Now.... do any of you know what he's talking about? That... 'terror' he mentioned?"

"...I don't know," replies Whiz. Her tone.. carried dread within it. "..but it reminds me... of a whisper that used to frighten even beings like us..."

---

In another place.

In another time.

In another length of darkness bearing its eerie cacophony of languished noises ....shuffles a caped figure. Fleeting, were his steps. As if he floated in the stillness of the world.

And a bone-chilling... icy voice.

"DiSaPPoinTing. So... UTTerLy DiSaPPoinTing."

Anoher voice, hooded, speaks.

"YOu sPEak of LAmina? THe one WhO waITeD ouT a LIFetime of gatHERINg to ENact His OWn agENDA?"

The caped figure stops short of his traveled distance... and responds.

"LaMiNa was AMBitiOUs. He always WANTED to act AT his Own Behest.. But the exeCUTION oF his LOFTY goals BackFIred. AND brOuGHT  hiS loss AT the hands OF a human. A PSEUDO-human, nOneTHeLess."

"And? I ASSUMe... you INTEND to do SomEtHing About It?"

The caped individual then looks up - revealing an open view of stars... so many stars in the heavenly expanse. He... reveals a toothy sneer. "SuMMon The BretHren. ThiS... calls FOr Mourning, deaRest Herrara.. AnD a ReuNioN."

The hooded individual pulls back and lowers its head.

"....As You WIsH... Dammestar."



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