Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160905021135

"Indeed...so you do know.  And you see the difficulty in what lay in my choice.  In asking you to slay the visage of Druella, you demonstrated to me that you knew the gravity of what was asked of you, and you had the moral clarity to see your final choice through."

Ibrahim is silent for a moment. "But...but you killed Regina!  And you condemned my children to death!"

'"OUR CHILDREN!" Victivius roars, his fists raised to the burning sky. "Though I knew they were false, I had to!  I had to release my part of our bargain, though I knew you would not!  And now that you know the price, now that the Crucible has made what was one a memory real, you would not uphold your promise that we vowed so long ago!"'

"But...Oz!  And Whitemarch!  Why did you have to destroy them?!"

"Because it was not he that destroyed them."

Everyone turns at the new voice, dripping with malice, its mask of feigned helplessness now gone. Alcamarie, the Red Mindflayer, steps forward from a portal.

"He was trapped.  Even now, Victivius cannot leave the Crucible now that it is made real.  Not until you release him.  But you forget,  Doctor, that it was I you made curator of the Black Tower.  A most unfortunate decision, and one so deep in its grievous stupidity that it surprised even me."

She looks to Praetor and sneers. "And what a clever turn by your Goddess that she should send you back through the Well, thus breaking the illusion when you chased after Victivius."