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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jochannan" data-source="post: 2498035" data-attributes="member: 34068">A quiet, musical voice fills the room.  The angels do not hear it, but the divine know the pain in it. "I would, I would do anything for my creators, but I cannot leave.  In any other plane I am but a fish out of water.  But perhaps... You are the goddess of life, if anyone can help me, it is you.  Help me forge a plane where I can survive, and the forge and I will go there.  Just, give me a little time to renew myself once more.  When my strength is returned, we can attempt this..." On Prime II, the angelic battalions gather the survivors of that now hellish world, and bring them to the Forge, where they can rest and be claimed by their creators and leaders.  Treant and Aelf and Malkavian and others, brought from the Ragnarok unto the paradise that is the Metropolis of the Angels.   One of the Aelves, a great and wise leader named Eldelon, seeks out his goddess and finds her in the Sarcophagus chamber.  He bows gracefully and respectfully, despite his haggard and injured appearance. "My lady, your people await you, we are lost and scared.  What are we to do now?"</blockquote>