Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20180131153158

"I think, through that line of thinking, you are missing the point."

With the subject now in the open, Adelaide no longer attempts to mince words. She quietly drums the fingers of her free hand on the desk.

"While I do not pretend to know everything about the Dark Lord, I know enough to understand the limits that one should deal with such a being. Namely, that he is a Dark Lord."

"While you may be comfortable with the idea that you are no more than grass left to wither in His umbral wake, did you ever consider that you would not be the only one? Whatever dealings you may have with Him, His plots would trail you, following you to places you never intended them to go.  He does not give commands to followers as if he were some petty king with a sycophantic following.  If He did, the Mortisium would have gained his attention long ago.  He destroys from within, and only by invitation."

Her yellow eyes shift to Baku. "And if He wanted Markel to do His bidding, there wouldn't be a blessed thing you or any ther person on this world could do to dissuade Him. Only one person has such a sway, and he would likely have nothing to do with it, or you, if he knew."