Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160825173832

The smile fades from Alcamarie's lips. "If only I were lying, you officious little twit.  His very shadow has imprisoned me within the Crucible, but the Doctor was the one who brought me here.  HE  asked ME to be the curator of the Crucible, because its creation was his.  And now, his dark form controls it, and has trapped me inside. The Doctor was desperate, and now you get to reap the fruits of that desperation."

She cocks her head. "And now, this Conrad wants the Glyph and its Crucible for himself.  He thought that the key to its power was within Whitemarch, but he was wrong.  The true key to the Crucible's power is here...in NeOz.  He's here so je can find it before the Crucible arrives.  It seems your little fiefdom will again be brought to its knees, no matter what happens."

She smiles at him. "I do hope you are prepared to answer Conrad's questions. Because when I finally am freed by the Doctor and his allies, I'll find you.  Make no mistake."

The image fades...