Eye of Profane Truth

[Nephtys]

Moreth frowns into the Mirror, studying the City of Vinecastle. Conflicting emotions war in his mind, fear for his sanity and a desire for peace against an ever growing need to Kill again. To see a thousand mouths cry out in agony as their lives are extinguished, to turn the Oracle's arrogant smirk into bloody ribbons of tortured flesh. The battle against the Elemental, the glorious intoxicating rush of destructive power... He feels so cold without it.

Seeing his siblings prepare for departure, separating to pursue their own goals, he feels a momentary sadness. They had been his only companionship, the only ones he could trust, but soon he would experience loneliness for the first time.
He gestures at the Mirror, turning the sensor into a portal to an empty alley near the castle and bids them to step trough.
"Save a spell, you're likely to need it." He couldn't very well admit to them that he would miss them, could he? "When we see each others again pray that we are not at different sides of the war."

 

[Pyrex]

Lessa looks at Moreth before returning to the prime; Why do you not join us? Your pocket realm may be pleasant, but it is somewhat dull."

 

[silentspace]

Rhakzan ponders his siblings actions. Before they leave, he offers a thought

"The Perfect created the four of us at the same time. It's taken some time for me to realize this, that even though I am Khen-zai, or ethergaunt, and you are not, we are all brothers. I agree with you all, I would rather ally with Vinecastle then with the Church. But my first alliance must be with the three of you, my kin."

"Go meet with the king. I will stay with Moreth for now, and study this city further. Afterwards, I will scout the areas hidden from us, in the shadows."


Rhakzan rests to gain new spells (not sure which ones just now).

 

[Albedo]

Cann enters the circle without a second thought.

 

[Pyrex]

Not really trusting the humans, but more trusting Cann, Lessa follows him into the circle.

 

[Rkhet]

Cann, Lessa: the portal takes you to a great hallway lined with gigantic marble statues. Three beautiful female figures with perfect marble skin approaches you. Though their movement is lithe and graceful, on closer inspection you realize that they are constructs.

One of the constructs speaks: "Welcome to the palace, my lord, my lady. The king is ready to see you. Please remove your weapons and any items of magical power - it is a matter of custom."

"Rest assured that your safety will be absolutely guaranteed while inside the palace. And we will handle your equipment with the utmost care."

 

[Albedo]

Cann hands over his weapons to the construct, pauses, and then asks, "And what kinds of magical items are you wanting me to hand over? Do you want all of them, or just the dangerous ones?"

 

[Pyrex]

OOC: *Looks at Albedo* *Points at Judgement Day thread*

"I bear no weapons. Nor do I have any reason to trust your guarantee."

 

[Rkhet]

To Cann: "All of them, my lord. Though permanently attached grafts are not included, of course."

To Lessa: "I am but a simple golem; My sole guarantee is the word of my master the king. If that is not sufficient, then I'm afraid I cannot offer you passage."

"What I can offer is some of the finest wines, cousines and entertainment in all of the Empire. If it would please my lady, feel free to sample them in one of our guest chambers."

 

[Albedo]

Cann begins the long, ardouos process of taking off all of his magic items. When about a quarter of the way done, he turns to the construct and says, "You know, they really should make a spell that does this." He then finishes up.