Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801204026

"The Dragon is a phylactery," Ibrahim says, between his teeth. "She was the sacrifice to bring the Herald into existence.  She is now Undead, her soul bound to it.  Because the Herald gathers the planar echoes for the God Sword, I believe only the blade can free her.  And the only way we can use it..."

"You can't," Conrad says. "The God Sword was bestowed upon me.  As long as I live, you cannot use it, as the Doctor found out too late. Her soul is bound, and there it shall remain."

Conrad looks at Ibrahim. "Oh, what's wrong, Doctor?  You look...distressed.  Are you upset that your arcanum now fails you?"

Ibrahim is quiet. "Marcus," he says, "I don't know what to do.  When I was in the Crucible, it revealed to me what the Glyph is.  I've... I've done something terrible."

He turns away, and places his hand on his soot-covered face, slowly pushing it up and through his hair, where he grabs a handful. His voice is broken.

"I should have given it to Victivius when I had the chance."

Both Hound and Conrad look at him. Conrad lowers his sword, his brow furrowed. "What the hell do you mean??" He shouts.