Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904224214

Lucida wavers, then looks at her father.

"...Maybe...maybe he's telling the truth. But, if he is..."

"If he is telling the truth then that still means he wants you to die. I don't know which is worse, the fact that the Crucible is pulling this image from one of our heads, or that this really is Jorge, and he wants to kill my daughter because something told him to."

The entire time, Ibrahim is backing up slowly. He looks at Los, and points one of his hands in his direction. He stops backing up as his foot bumps into the edge of the Well...

"Stay where you are, Cire. Dont."

The runes begin to fade on Lucida's back. She looks lost in thought as her magic fades, and the energy in Ibrahim's hands fades as well. He speaks to her, keeping his eyes on everyone else.

"Lucida, what are you doing...?"

She continues to look distant. "Papa, maybe what he said is true. It...makes sense.  It makes sense to me now.  I think I understand..."

Ibrahim turns, his hands dropping slightly. "Lucida, what are you -"

Lack shadow bursts behind them, tendrils of darkness reaching into the air. Like a vision of Death itself, emerging from the Well, He rises. Right behind them.

Victivius.

Ibrahim and Lucida turn in horror. He has no time to react when Victivius blasts him across the room, and he rolls and skids, stopping not far from Praetor.

Victivius spreads his arms, his darkness looming over Lucida for but a moment...

He envelops the screaming girl and plunges back into the Well of Bitter Truth, its black waters closing in around them like liquid shadow.

Ibrahim opens his mouth and screams her name.

The shadows of the Well beckon, waiting to show the end of the path...

---

''This is the final decision.

Hound, Praetor, Cire and Ibrahim are equidistant from the Well. Who will be the one to go after her and reclaim her?

This decision will have an effect on what comes next...''