Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161011171451

(What they feel is up to you, but Cybele had it right. The prevailing feeling is bitterness and sorrow.)

I lead the group along the landscape to the flat approack to the Crucible's gate. With a ellowing roar, the Herald comes crashing down dozens of yards in front of us, sending up geysers of fetid earth. Gurgling, it stalks slowly towards us, coming so close we can smell the stench of its breath. Then, in a flash and a cyclone of blackened energy, it forms into a Zombie Dragon. Even in Mamono form, she is a towering figure. She approaches us slowly.

I stop the group. "Hello, Aidlis," I call out. "We seek passage to see your Lord."

What do you here? She speaks loudly, her voice edged and ethereal. She raises a finger and points to Jeiel.

"We're here to - "

I alone am to judge who is worthy to approach the Master of the Black Throne, she answers. The question is not yours.

She turns to Jeiel. ''By what right do you come to the Memento Mori, to shadow the halls of the Crucible and beg there the Dark Lord for a favor, as if he were there to answer your wants? Speak, and know that here, you exist on His whim, and His alone.''