Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-26517142-20190430191243

The sound behind the sarcophagus continues to speak, unimpeded. Its surface rattles slightly...and yet there is no action from the magic defenses or Atrea.

''Disappointed? Yes, perhaps... I am disappointed at how the Naether has come to. How the old world and the new world must collide. How outsiders must join to change a realm's fate. And how I ...must stand against my sister.''

The sarcophagus rattles greater now. Like...it was threatening to shatter open.. and the entire floor was shaking. Atrea...was still visibly unaffected.

--- "A mole?" Jeiel said in disbelief. Egress' stands up ...and peers by a window covered in Venetian blinds. "A mole, yes. Someone...has been tampering with the very fabric of Quitonne within. Messing with the order I have set to achieve her...ruining the nature of my work. Sowing chaos against the inhabitants."

Egress places her hands on the blind-covered glass. "....perhaps that same mole is the one who drove the man Jack the Cracker to kill Laiso Bright. But what would I know?"

The Plague Priest shuffles past Jeiel in a huff. "If you wish to know the work I have done....follow me."

Without any choice on the matter, Jeiel complies. Altair follows loosely behind him and Egress...her silence unwavering...and planning.