Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160802234042

Conrad grabs Ibrahim by the collar and hoists him up, giving him a violent shake.

"You think you have won!  You blasphemer and your meddling...you and Victivius were plotting this together!  Weren't you!? ANSWER ME! The new Order obeys ME and Me ALONE!"

Ibrahim decks Conrad. Conrad slowly turns his head, and with his free hand, drives the arrow completely through Ibrahim's shoulder. He cries out in pain.

Conrad tosses Ibrahim, and he lands on his back and rolls, breaking the arrow. Conrad begins to walk up to him

"I don't believe you.  I think it's a story.  Aethuriel can't be summoned as if he were some sort of petty servant.  He is the progenitor of the Pantheon!  The Cycle Eternal!  He doesn't bow to the likes of -"

"It's a signal, you idiot!" Ibrahim shouts. ""Mass death is a signal to tell him that the end is coming!"

"GOLEMS ARE NOT ALIVE!" Conrad bellows. "Do you not think that I know of Thure??  It's an - "

He looks up, and Ibrahim and Hound follow his gaze. Violet streaks rain down from the sky, striking the altar where the Dragon was imprisoned.

They disappear into the ground, where the energy dissipates from their passing through it. Traces dance as violet streaks, and fade.

Everything is silent. Then the ground begins to shake. A crack begins to form between Conrad and Ibrahim. It splits, growing wider, the earth falling in. A group of mounted paladins rein their horses, who begin tossing their heads, neighing in panic. Conrad falls off his feet.

"W-w-what is this...?"