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<blockquote data-quote="VLAD the Destroyer" data-source="post: 7318747" data-attributes="member: 6803188">Salahuddin looks up at the Al-Aeshma as he mentions the door.&nbsp; He thought back to the first day he had seen the door, standing alone deep in the catacombs of Qadib.&nbsp; Its frame was made of ice and twisted up oddly as if it was not intended for mortals use.&nbsp; The frosted steel of the door was so cold that it burnt his hand the first time he touched it those decades ago.&nbsp; He looks down at his palm and the funnel cloud branded there from that first touch.&nbsp; There where so many thing he would ask about the Door.&nbsp; Why had it come to him, and why was he unable to resist its siren call?Salahuddin chides himself.&nbsp; This was a tactic the Al-Aeshma was using to draw him in.&nbsp; Giving him drips of knowledge he desired.&nbsp; Trying to distract him from his true purpose.&nbsp; Salahuddin calms himself and steadies his racing thoughts.&nbsp; He was getting to the meat of his questioning and would not be distracted so easily.&quot;You were cast out of the winds of creation through the Door and thrown to the dust.&nbsp; I know how you must miss your home and yearn to return to the great expanse.&nbsp; I to sometime wish to return to the Citadel.&nbsp; To fly on the north gale or stare into the great maelstrom once more.&nbsp; I can also tell that there is bitterness in this punishment.&nbsp; If I am to pardon you I must know what you plan to do once you return to the winds of creation?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="VLAD the Destroyer, post: 7318747, member: 6803188"] Salahuddin looks up at the Al-Aeshma as he mentions the door. He thought back to the first day he had seen the door, standing alone deep in the catacombs of Qadib. Its frame was made of ice and twisted up oddly as if it was not intended for mortals use. The frosted steel of the door was so cold that it burnt his hand the first time he touched it those decades ago. He looks down at his palm and the funnel cloud branded there from that first touch. There where so many thing he would ask about the Door. Why had it come to him, and why was he unable to resist its siren call? Salahuddin chides himself. This was a tactic the Al-Aeshma was using to draw him in. Giving him drips of knowledge he desired. Trying to distract him from his true purpose. Salahuddin calms himself and steadies his racing thoughts. He was getting to the meat of his questioning and would not be distracted so easily. [B]"You were cast out of the winds of creation through the Door and thrown to the dust. I know how you must miss your home and yearn to return to the great expanse. I to sometime wish to return to the Citadel. To fly on the north gale or stare into the great maelstrom once more. I can also tell that there is bitterness in this punishment. If I am to pardon you I must know what you plan to do once you return to the winds of creation?"[/B] [/QUOTE]

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