DM_Matt
First Post
kirinke said:"There can be no freedom for anyone if the Twice damned gain dominance over Toril Namer." Alethia said severely, bringing her arms in front of her, mace in hand as she ignited the Nimbus of Light around her at the same time, the luminous white flames dancing over her skin in a eerie manner.
We cannot assure your freedom Namer. But we can grant your safety. We can deliver you to the Twice Damned enemies, the Lady Selune or the Lord Helm would be your best choice. In either of their hands, you would be safe from both Cronos and the rest of the Twice Damned. The decision of course is up to you. Naverone rumbled and Alethia's eyes went to glowing, lurid pinpricks of flames surrounded by white, which is in turn surrounded by inky blackness.
"At least in our hands, you will not suffer the delights of the Twice Damned dungeons or whatever it is they use." Alethia said dryly.
"No deal. To be delivered into the hands of Selune is to me a fate far worse than death. I'm afraid I must be going now."
His irises turn a glowing purple as in his true form, he opens his mouth further than it should be open, and you see his tounge divide into two. He begins speaking what is apparently a truename spall of some sort.