Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160823032803

(Hey, charm is the vampire's most underrated power!)

Dee snaps out of it, even though she still seems somewhat distracted. She shakes her head and looks aroumd at everyone. "Who...what was I saying?  What just happened?"

Before anyone can respond, there is a shimmer in the air. Waving like rising heat, it turns crimson, then solidifies into a wavering red figure, sinuous and seductive. The visage of the Red Mindflayer, Alcamarie, appears before everyone, her image humming. She smiles in her condescending way.

"Ah, so very...unexpected." She looks to Armata. "What a gathering your Crucible is assembling, Doctor!  First, the Son of Cerberus, his Father, the Paragon, and now, the Conductor of the night's dark, disparate chorus.  I take it you feel the pull of the Glyph's evils as well, Lord De'Sange?  Or are you here because you wish to possess it for yourself, and ring darkly the notes of your eternal song?"