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<blockquote data-quote="Sollir Furryfoot" data-source="post: 1011391" data-attributes="member: 748">A brilliant orb filled with multiple, shifting hues of red floated in the middle of them, hovering just above the heads of some of the most corrupt and powerful beings in the multiverse-and yet they are bound to another's service.&nbsp; Xert, the arcane angel knew of some of its magical properties, but all of its powers yet remained unknown to him-he felt a sort of hunger overwhelm him for a moment-Luz'Noc had several toys which had kept the fallen angel tempted over the years.&quot;How long must we wait?&quot;&nbsp; Speaks one among their number, the one who appears as a tiefling but is in actuality a member of the draconic species.&nbsp; The orb glimmers and changes into a blood red color, but offers no response.&nbsp; Something...feels wrong, and they all knew it-a sense of vertigo accompanied by a strange tingling feeling.&nbsp; In particular, Nameless had felt some strange sense of freedom-something he had not felt in a long time.&nbsp; It was mysterious-as most astral weather is, but not entirely uncommon.&nbsp; Yet they had their orders, and they were not allowed to leave the chamber, except for one, Liriel.The room they were in was circular, and brightly lit.&nbsp; There was only one door out, and in front of it was Liriel, an imposing, silver-haired drow female.&nbsp; Of course, considering the people in the room, looks were very deceiving, and almost always false-even at second glance.&nbsp; It was her job to act as a &quot;caretaker&quot; for the fortress while the Master was away-a sort of localized assassin, if you will.&nbsp; She swept out of the room to investigate the disturbance, striding through the cold, dark corridors of the astral-based building.&nbsp; Perhaps merely a minute later-although what *is* time on the astral?&nbsp; The orb began to spin more rapidly, glow, condense, and finally-expand.&nbsp; A portal had been opened, and all left in the room were drawn to it, for it was the nature of their binding.&nbsp; Coincidentally, Nameless did not feel the same pull as the others, and as they disappeared into the orb, he is left with a choice:&nbsp; Will he stay behind or will he follow?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sollir Furryfoot, post: 1011391, member: 748"] A brilliant orb filled with multiple, shifting hues of red floated in the middle of them, hovering just above the heads of some of the most corrupt and powerful beings in the multiverse-and yet they are bound to another's service. Xert, the arcane angel knew of some of its magical properties, but all of its powers yet remained unknown to him-he felt a sort of hunger overwhelm him for a moment-Luz'Noc had several toys which had kept the fallen angel tempted over the years. "How long must we wait?" Speaks one among their number, the one who appears as a tiefling but is in actuality a member of the draconic species. The orb glimmers and changes into a blood red color, but offers no response. Something...feels wrong, and they all knew it-a sense of vertigo accompanied by a strange tingling feeling. In particular, Nameless had felt some strange sense of freedom-something he had not felt in a long time. It was mysterious-as most astral weather is, but not entirely uncommon. Yet they had their orders, and they were not allowed to leave the chamber, except for one, Liriel. The room they were in was circular, and brightly lit. There was only one door out, and in front of it was Liriel, an imposing, silver-haired drow female. Of course, considering the people in the room, looks were very deceiving, and almost always false-even at second glance. It was her job to act as a "caretaker" for the fortress while the Master was away-a sort of localized assassin, if you will. She swept out of the room to investigate the disturbance, striding through the cold, dark corridors of the astral-based building. Perhaps merely a minute later-although what *is* time on the astral? The orb began to spin more rapidly, glow, condense, and finally-expand. A portal had been opened, and all left in the room were drawn to it, for it was the nature of their binding. Coincidentally, Nameless did not feel the same pull as the others, and as they disappeared into the orb, he is left with a choice: Will he stay behind or will he follow? [/QUOTE]

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