Missions(Houdiniderek & Silvarn)

[HoudiniDerek]

The sun was setting as Kerodi walked into the small hamlet within the interior of the Selkia. Sansrin had flown all night at his quick pace and had reached the confines of the forest as dawn was touching the world of Valear. Kerodi had landed and took back his mass. It was a tiring venture but necessary to do. He would need to conserve his magic if it was needed to help Lyndi and Silvarn.

Kerodi had taken the rune stone in his pocket and done a more extensive direction search. He was able to deduce that the stone was about ten miles further into the forest. Kerodi had figured he could walk it by day's end...even though he had been depleted by the use of magic.

Kerodi was very dusty as he walked into the village. Some of the people looked at him and then continued on their way. Living where they did, you could not trust strangers, but neither could you avoid them. Kerodi knew what that was like.

Seeming to walk casually, Kerodi let the rune stone in his pocket guide him to a small inn. He went inside and found an old man working behind the counter. Kerodi purchased a room for the evening and while the old man was bustling around looking for the keys, Kerodi walked around, looking for Lyndi.

His rune stone signaled that Lyndi was on the other side of the counter...but that did not make sense. Perplexed, Kerodi asked if there was anything for him behind the counter. The old man grunted and said, "Did anyone know that you were coming?" Kerodi replied that someone did, but there was nothing there for anyone. Kerodi frowned and retired to his room.

The magic was starting to take its toll and he would need to be fresh in the morning. He hoped that Silvarn and Lyndi were all right, but at the moment, there seemed to be little he could do. It would just have to wait until morning. Kerodi lay down on the bed and closed his eyes...his hands tight around the rune stone and his dreams full of prayers for his two comrades.

[Silvarn]

Navras' cyclopean eye stared impassively at the mildly frustrated Silvarn. Silvarn prodded a long finger at the stone eye, flinching from a weak shock from the eye. He folded his arms into the wide sleeves of his robes.

Stumped you again, has he? Scorcahr sneered from Silvarn's mind.

"He was always very clever at puzzles, riddles, and the like. This one is particularly tricky."

This one lacks a jet eye, like the one back in Creation.

"What would make stone blink?"

Nothing. Although, I have seen a mountaintop wink.

Silvarn's tensed with the realization. "Of course. Sunlight reflecting off the icecap on the mountain. But how to ice this eye over? And how to bring sunlight here?"

You mean you have no spells to create ice?

"Solars tend to create fire and light. Ice is left more for the Terrestrials or the Abyssals."

During that night a few weeks ago, Silvarn's subconscious and Scorcahr's insomnia managed to piece together the fragments of the frightened man's memory. The pieces had led the grey mage here. A dank, dark forsaken place under a mountain. Before was a slab of ancient stone, carved upon it a great, symmetrical eye, Navras' signet.

"I need Kerodi's help for this. Perhaps he knows how to create ice."

Or, perhaps, we do not need ice at all. Scorcahr suggested.

"You mean, summon..."

Exactly.

"Good idea, Scorcahr. I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

Besides for my exemplary personality?

"Sure, we will call it that." Silvarn mocked as he stepped back into an aggressive stance.

His face distorted with concentration and a plethora of blue, purple and white lights flooded from his body. The entire cavern lit up with the dancing colors. Silvarn thrust his hands forward and the light concentrated around them, formed itself into a long, thin beam of light. It gradually took on a more definite shape: a double-ended lance gleaming with the sun's own light. Silvarn took another step back, steadied himself and his aim, then threw the Sun-lance at the eye's pupil.

After the almighty explosion subsided, Silvarn stepped through the wreckage he had created and into another dark room. He blinked against the darkness, then strode into Navras' vile nest.

[HoudiniDerek]

Kerodi angrily threw his pack down on his bed. He had just returned to his mountaintop home in the Ularian Ridge. Sansrin had flown him back as fast he could once Kerodi had been far enough away from the village to summon him. He pulled Lyndi's note out and the broken fragments of the rune stone he had given her and read the note again.

He shook his head and swore softly. He wasn't mad at her, although he wasn't exactly pleased with her. Somehow she had not only run afoul of Navras, but was working FOR him. He should have known. He should have given Lyndi a different task or never have split them up. It was his fault that she was on the other side now. And what had happened to Silvarn?

Kerodi did not know the answer to that, but he had a feeling that he was probably searching out Navras. Kerodi doubted that he had the power to stop him...even if Navras was weaker in this plane of existence. After all, Silvarn was weaker too...and they might coincide.

Kerodi was getting drowsy from the secondary magic use and it was causing his emotions to drastically escalate from one emotion to the other and to the extremes of both. He needed to rest, but he also needed to translate that scroll. The sooner he found out the information from Kimara, the sooner he could look for his other two companions. Apparently, Kerodi was the only one not buying trouble at the moment.

Kerodi smiled at the thought but quickly banished it. The other two would need him...but which one was more important? Kerodi figured he should find Silvarn first unfortunately. For now, Lyndi was protected from other beings, including Navras it would seem. Silvarn was not protected, but could fill him in on Navras more. Plus, with both of them working together, they might be able to match him. It was a big question mark, but worth considering.

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Kerodi woke up drenched in sweat the next morning. He had dreamed of the scene in the inn of the young man telling him about Lyndi and the cryptic message. Kerodi had answered the summons of the stone and had known the passwords and such. He had gotten the letter, but this time it had said something differently: That Lyndi had been killed and her body hung outside the Selkia as a reminder to those who would defy Navras.

Kerodi had known where to ride in the dream and had appeared to see her body staked to a tree. She was spread-eagled and her eyes were wide and screaming. Kerodi shook his head and slowly sat up. He washed and ate before removing the scroll and cipher from his vault.

For two straight days, Kerodi worked on ciphering the ancient scroll from Kimara. At dusk on the second day, Kerodi sat back in triumph. His eyes were swimming, but he could read what it said. He had found the connection to Valear and Navras. While the news was not good, it was a place to start. Now, Kerodi needed Silvarn more than ever.

Kerodi repacked the vault with the cipher and the scroll. He went to bed. He had a feeling he would be needing the sleep for the weeks to come. That night, he didn't dream about Lyndi or Silvarn or even the horror of Navras. He dreamed of a witch and her coven.

[Silvarn]

Silvarn stepped out of the ring of blue-grey light into a well-illuminated room. The source of light was unseen, but its effect was obvious. He had solved the riddle in the dark room, and had teleported through magic into this new room. Something in the air seemed very familiar.

We are home. Scorcahr breathed.

"What do you mean? We are in..." Silvarn became anxious.

...Creation. Scorcahr finished the mage's sentence.

"But, how? Even if this is the Temple of the Twisted Mirror, the Solar Circle destroyed it, along with Nav--" Silvarn asked his demon companion, utterly bewildered.

Things that are not born cannot die, Silvarn. The Solars may have defeated Navras, but he is in Valear, no?

"I do not understand. Are you saying the Temple is one of the Neverborn?"

Precisely. Navras is the living carnation of the Primordial Romrir, though a mere shadow of his former self. The Temple is Romrir's body. Trust me, I know my Malfean lore.

"We have to find that Tome, Scorcahr. Quickly."

What about Creation?

"What about it? The threat that I need to eliminate is in Valear."

Very well. Light the candle at the far edge of the room.

"Got it." Silvarn walked over to the indicated candle, pulled a lever, and the wick lit with silver flame. A portion of the wall to the left melted away into the air, revealing a dark passage.

Hours later, Silvarn stumbled into a torch-filled room. He clutched his bloody shoulder in a vain attempt to staunch the bleeding. In the previous room, he had made the mistake of touching a mirror with warped glass, producing a doppelganger of himself. The clone had slashed Silvarn with his wicked claws, the worst being on his shoulder. Silvarn's fist blazed with golden flame and the demon's skull caved in beneath the fury of the Unconquered Sun.

"This is it. Again." Silvarn managed to grumble in between gasps of pain.

Let us get this over with then, shall we?

Silvarn staggered over to a pedestal. When his eyes met the familiar book, they became locked on it.

"When I first opened this Tome," he began, "I was a free man. I served the Unconquered Sun with pride. When I opened this Tome, I became a slave. Now I close it as a slave, to be free again."

He picked up the Tome, heavy with the pain it had caused and the blood it had spilled.

"When I opened this Tome, I released Navras from his prison. But, perhaps more importantly, I freed his mind. This Tome is the main source of his power. By cutting off the source --"

We cut off his power. Scorcahr finished. Though, maybe monly somewhat.

"To open the Tome, I twisted its lock with a mirror. To lock it again..."

He hefted it in one hand and threw it with all his might at the twisted mirror to his left. The book went through the mirror with a small ripple, then returned through the normal mirror, now behind Silvarn. The mage caught it deftly, looking at its cover, holding it with both hands. The keyless lock was now across the book, denying access to eyes foolish enough to pervert themselves by gazing at its contents.

"Perhaps now, we have a chance against Navras, now that I have cut him off from his source of power. Perhaps now, I can redeem myself."

(( OOC: Sorry about the confusion I caused ^.^'. I marked the editions in red so you know what's new and makes it make sense.

[HoudiniDerek]

Kerodi rode Onyx into the shade of a clump of maple trees at the foot of the Ularian Ridge. He had left his cabin a few weeks ago and had been traveling steadily. He had not used Sansrin, knowing he would need magic to find both of his comrades.

At the moment, he had determined that Silvarn was the more important of the two. Lyndi was safe while with Navras...as safe as any of them could be. He knew what she had been doing, but what had Silvarn been doing? Kerodi doubted he had been running and hiding for the last few months....that meant he was either searching for a way to defeat Navras...or a way to leave this plane.

Kerodi mopped his brow and considered the two options. More than likely, it was the former. Silvarn did not seem the type to turn tail and run...but Navras DID frighten him...even here it seemed. Remembering what Kerodi had read in the ciphered scroll and from what he had learned of Navras from Silvarn, there was good reason to be afraid of Navras...powerful or not.

Kerodi took a swig from his canteen and started Onyx out. He had gone to Tamasha first and found no trace of the planeswalker. He had backtracked to the small village in the Selkia and through the forest, but had lost the month old trail not far from the wreck of the carriage of Marisol and her husband.

It had been yesterday when he had stumbled onto a small village in the foothills of the Blaze Mountain on the edge of the Selkia. He had found evidence of Silvarn here...at the library of all places. It seemed unlikely that Silvarn was reading for fun. Kerodi had spent the night perusing the books that Silvarn had read. Most of it was the local lore and other useless things.

They rode until night fell. Kerodi made a camp and let Onyx free of the saddle and curried him. He made a fire and cooked a warm meal while Onyx munched on grass. Kerodi had also heard of the strange bewildering of a man in town. He had come in spouting gibberish about a nightmare and an evil being.

That would be Silvarn's demon unless Kerodi missed his guess. The man was useless now, but it helped with the story since he had left Silvarn and Lyndi. Somehow the man had drunkenly wandered hundreds off miles over the last few months...and crossed paths with Kerodi.

Kerodi smiled at his momentary good fortune. At the moment though, Kerodi was stumped. He had told Silvarn of the ancient ruins in the Blaze Mountain. However, there was no way to get there that Kerodi knew of...Kimara had not known and neither had the scroll. Had Silvarn learned of a way in the library or from the man? Unlikely. Maybe the desert? That too seemed unlikely.

Wherever Silvarn was, Kerodi hoped that he was being careful. Kerodi knew why Navras was here and what he wanted. However, the reason Navras was still here was because he did not know how to get to the ruins either. Everything depended on finding the non-existent key to unlock the invisible door. Kerodi grimaced, kicked out the fire, and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be soon enough.

[jada]

Lyndi Sighed to herself. She knew she had to keep Navras distracted from Kerodi and Silvarn. It was the only way for them to gain the power they needed to stop Navras. But how could she keep him distracted??

The only way that came to her mind was to act like she was following Silvarn's trail but she really would be leading Navras deep into the forest. That way she could say she lost the scent and could spend as long as it took to 'find' it again.

It was all she had so she decided to put her plan into action.

"Navras, I think we should go to Tamasha Village. I think that's where Silvarn will be at, he talked aloud about staying in populated areas so you wouldn't make a scene."

"Hmmm, ok beautiful, Off to Tamasha we go." He replied

Now once in Tamasha Lyndi could pretend to find his scent and follow it for days, weeks, or even months and try to keep Navras distracted. She prayed it would provide enough time for Kerodi and Silvarn.

[Silvarn]

"Well, that was anticlimatic." Silvarn grumbled as he stared at the Tome of the Tiwsted Mirror.

Oh? Do enlighten me as to why that is. Scorcahr requested cheekily.

"I was expected, perhaps, ethereal shrieks, perhaps a cataclysmic storm, something."

Or, perhaps, you expected it to instantly clear your conscience.

Silvarn tensed, but said nothing.

You thought by closing the Tome, every problem in your life would be solved, just by solving this one large problem. I regret to inform you, Silvarn Grey-Eyes, that life is not quite that simple.

"Silence!" Silvarn roared at the Tome. "If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it!"

Too late. Scorcahr sneered with satisfaction.

"There is work to be done. We have to find Kerodi now."

Do you think we will ever be in Creation again?

"I...I do not know. Perhaps, perhaps not. But that is not what matters now. Right now, we have to destroy Navras, once and for all."

Minutes later, Silvarn was standing in the dark, vile nest Navras had built for himself in Valear. One problem had been taken care of. Two problems now had yet to be solved, and had to be solved quickly. Where in Valear were his friend and his foe?

[HoudiniDerek]

Kerodi had been backtracking for three weeks now...and nothing. Navras and Lyndi seemed to have disappeared and Silvarn had not been heard from since they had split up...except the reference in that small village. Kerodi had looked all over the Ularian Ridge and the Selkia between the small inn of Marisol's and Tamasha and the small village. It had been a lot of land, but Onyx and Sansrin had helped him a lot.

Kerodi ate a cold meal of bread and cheese and washed it down with water. He was laying under some trees on the base of the Blaze Mountain. He was running out of time to help anyone. He could use magic to find them, but someone like Navras might spot that and know it for what it was so he had done basic tracking with only minimal magic.

Silvarn had disappeared after the village and Lyndi had run in circles and confused his magic after a while....or she had changed creatures and her scent changed. Neither was going to be found this way. Kerodi muttered to himself and slept.

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The next morning, Kerodi ate and washed and clambered onto Onyx's back. He headed him west towards the Blaze Mountain proper. If nothing else, maybe he would look for the set of ancient ruins. If not here, then he would head to the desert. It had to be in one of those two places...if they were still around at all.

All day Kerodi rode and thought. Sansrin reported back a few times, but there was no news. Kerodi thought hard about it and send Sansrin to Kimara with a message. Maybe the old hermit could do something else to help Kerodi and his comrades....maybe.

It was nearing dusk when Kerodi reigned in Onyx and brushed him. Telling him to stay, Kerodi roamed around the base of the mountain. A peculiar smell was working through his nostrils. It smelled vile and rotted, but there was a familiar presence to it. Kerodi focused and got the scent: LYNDI!

Lyndi and Navras must be in one of the many caves that dotted the Blaze Mountain surface. Dwarves had hollowed them out ages ago to mine, but most were abandoned now. Kerodi was both overjoyed and cautious. The trail was only a few minutes old...he had just missed them.

But what to do? Solo, he could never defeat Navras...and Lyndi would have to fight for him or die. Kerodi at least DID understand the magic arrangement. Grimacing, Kerodi went back and moved Onyx to a place a few miles farther away. He was just preparing to set out when a figure strode into view a few feet away.

"Who's there?" Kerodi asked, bringing his staff up. He was in no mood for strangers.

[jada]

Navras stepped into Kerodi's veiw. His magic alloud him to sense Kerodi. Lyndi could smell Kerodi and knew he was near but she was too slow to get Navras away. He was curious now.

Lyndi prayed Kerodi wouldn't say anything and keep his idenity as her friend a secret but who knew how long that would last.

Navras stepped up," Greetings." He looked Kerodi over.

Lyndi couldn't even look at Kerodi. She felt like crying. She felt like she had let him down. She hoped he would understand. and She prayed he wouldn't say anything to give himself away.

"I'm Romiror, and this is my beautiful slave." He guestured to Lyndi. (Romiror was used in the other thread as his secret idenity. Just incase you guys didn't remeber =] )

Lyndi glanced at him darkly. Lyndi hated the word slave. Animals are often thought of as slaves to people. She wanted to hit herself for falling into Navras's trap. SLAVE! She didn't say one word though. She just silently glared at Navras.

"May I ask who you are?"

'Kerodi please be smart enough to make up a false idenity.' She thought to herself. Not that she thought Kerodi was dumb. She just hoped he would think before he said anyrthing to Navras.

[Silvarn]

I would suggest hurrying. Scorcahr sneered.

"And why would that be?" Silvarn asked, his reply with the usual annoyed tone.

Because your friends are about to have their minds raped.

"You mean...? Navras?"

Again, I suggest you should --

"Enough! Get us there, quickly!"

Cognitive lightning crackled from Silvarn's fingertips to his temples and back again. Silvarn reached out with his mind, but his other half pushed it back in again.

Navras will be able to sense it. 'He' told himself.

A grey blur, Silvarn raced across the landscape of Valear, tearing through Tamasha, leaving a column of dust, rocks, and overturned carts in his wake. He only hoped he would be able to reach his friends in time, before...Before Navras enslaved them. No, he would not bother himself with something so trivial.

He would claim their hearts, their minds...their souls...forever.

[HoudiniDerek]

Kerodi tensed when a second shadow joined the first. Somehow he had walked right into Navras and Lyndi...all while trying to hide from them. Apparently they had heard him and come after him...but for what purpose? Had Lyndi betrayed him? From the cowering look on her face, he doubted it, but one could never be sure.

"Severn," Kerodi mentioned the first name that came to his mind, "Kimara Severn." Kerodi nodded his head and continued stripping Onyx down as though he was preparing for camp. "What are you two doing out here? This is pretty rough country, you know?"

"We are looking for someone...a friend of mine that I have lost." Navras smiled, but the gleam in his eyes was unmistakablely evil. "What brings you out this way, Kimara?"

Kerodi hoisted out some food and built a small fire. He had left Onyx unhitched and the horse was slowly moving away, chomping on the grass. Kerodi tossed some herbs and vegetables into a pan and poured some ale over it for broth. He sat silent for several minutes before answering Navras, staring absently at the soup.

"I am looking for an old mine they say is around here," Kerodi began. "I live in the foothills of Tamasha on the Ularian Ridge. There is a girl there that I intend to marry." Kerodi looked up here and his eyes bore in on Navras. "But she plans to wed another. The only way around that is to find the Ruby of Rubrir. He was a dwarf many centuries ago that found a ruby the size of a human head. Legend tells that any man who holds it will have its power, including the undying love of any woman he chooses." Kerodi smiled blissfully and continued stirring his soup.

"Love," Navras spat, knowing the tendency of humans to revere that emotion. "You are a fool and I hope that your journey finds you a smarter man. It is easier to take obedience and submission."

"But that is not love." Kerodi protested innocently. Navras rolled his eyes and silenced Kerodi with a wave of his hand.

"Have you seen a man called Silvarn Grey-Eyes?" Navras asked, intent on any reaction. Kerodi looked perplexed and asked him to repeat the name. "He is a good sized-man who talks to himself all the time...or so it seems."

Kerodi's face brightened and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lyndi frown. "I have seen such a man!" Kerodi exclaimed. He jumped up and described Silvarn to Navras. Navras nodded hungrily. "I saw him right before I left Tamasha. He was muttering something about going to the desert to find something...but I don't remember what."

Kerodi thought a second more and shrugged before returning to his soup. He dished some out in a bowl and offered it to both of them, but Navras refused. Kerodi shrugged again and began eating.

"Thank you for your time." Navras motioned to Lyndi and they headed out.

"Anytime." Kerodi called. He wrapped his cloak around him tigther as though to ward off a chill. He was just in time. Lightning exploded into his body and threw him twenty feet back into the forest.

At the campsite, Navras chuckled. "Shall we go to the desert, my little one?" Navras chuckled again and headed out to the west. The Dermun Desert, of course, lay to the north.


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It was an hour later before Kerodi dared to move. He sat up and disentangled himself from the tree he had landed in. He got down and headed back to camp. Onyx was there, standing guard over the soup and campfire. Kerodi moved slowly, the burn still stinging.

"Well, Onyx, that hurt." Kerodi rubbed his chest again and saw the welts forming. Kerodi's cloak was strong, but the interplanar power was strong too. Why though? Or was it? Kerodi thought back to what Silvarn had said about Navras and his ability. "Oh no."

Before Kerodi could build on his thought, another figure stepped from the bushes into the camplight. It was Silvarn.

[Silvarn]

Silvarn screeched to a halt, showering the campfire with dirt and debris, sending the flames dancing madly around each other.

"Whereishe?Iwillkillhim!" Silvarn swore with a lightning-fast tongue. "Comeon,answerme!" he demanded. The grey mage shook his shaggy, silver head and the halo of crackling mental energy dissipated. "By the Unconquered Sun, Kerodi," Silvarn said with a sly smile on his face, "you look like crap."

"He was here. I can feel it. Malfeas, I can see it. Tore right through the fabric, too." he mused as he examined the blow in the light of the campfire. "I can patch this up for you, but it might hurt..." his voice trailed off.

He felt a sudden vibration from the Tome tucked under his arm. From the welts all over Kerodi's torso, tiny blue pinpricks of light shone eerily in the half-light.

"This will hurt." Silvarn warned as he gently squeezed one of the pinpricks between tow fingers, then extracted a tiny shard with his other hand. Holding it to the light, Silvarn tensed. "A mirror shard. Kerodi, this is not good."

He threw the shard into the fire, then looked his newly refound friend square in the eyes. "Tell me, Kerodi, do you have any deep, dark secrets that no one else in the world knows? Because we are about to face them. Or rather, we are about to face you."

[HoudiniDerek]

Kerodi smiled at Silvarn as he hurriedly stumbled over his words in his attempt to kill Navras. It was funny to watch, but Kerodi was tired after using his magic and needed to clean his wounds.

He saw Silvarn pull out a book and look at his wounds and pull a shard of glass from it. He seemed worried and Keordi saw why as Silvarn explained what was happening. Kerodi examined his wounds more closely and delved through his robes looking for something. A moment later, he laughed and sat down.

"Don't scare an old man, Silvarn." Kerodi grinned and pulled a broken mirror from his pocket. "Like Navras, I use the mirror at times to reveal truth. They say the eyes are the mirrors to the soul. Sometimes, people break or close off those mirrors and they need them opened a different way." Kerodi held up the broken mirror. "This is a non invasive way of doing it."

Kerodi threw the mirror in the fire and picked out the other couple of shards that had been seared into his body with the attack of the lightning. He offered Silvarn some soup and began applying some salve to the welts on his chest where the bolt had hit.

"Interesting character...this Navras," Kerodi said. "I sent them on an errand to the Dermun to look for you. Apparently, you were talking to yourself and mentioned you were going there." Kerodi winked at Silvarn and grabbed some soup for himself. "What have you been up to the past several months?"

[jada]

Lyndi wished to sigh in relif at Kerodi's quick thinking to get Navras away.

She obeyed him and followed and left the camp site. She saw he lightning hit Kerodi. She almnost screamed but held it back. She was so afraid that Kerodi had been hurt badly. But she knew he had magic to help him heal.

Navras saw the fear in her face," Did I frighten you beautiful?"

Lyndi nodded once. He had no reason to attack Kerodi that way. What was he planning to do to her? Would he do such a thing to her?

"Good, now you will have no trouble obeying me, or you will have the same fate as that man did."

Lyndi looked away from him and kept walking. She wasn't even paying attention to the direction of where she was walking, or her estination. She just kept going.

Navras studied her for a minute, just to see what exactly she was doing. The fear had melted off her face, and was replaced with a blank stare.

Lyndi started thinking about her friends now. She had to overcome the fear of pain, or possibly death for them. She had to help them. She had to get Navras away from Kerodi.

"Beautiful? Where do you think you are going?"

"The Dermun Dessert." She said simply and /shifted into her horse form. Navras jumped on her back and she thought for a moment about bucking him off, but she would gain nothing from it. Then she took off towards the desert.

[Silvarn]

"Not frighten an old man?" Silvarn grumbled as he sat down. "Do you realize to whom you are speaking?"

A mirror. Why did I not think of that first? Scorcahr scowled.

"You mean 'we,' correct? We did not have time to think of that," Silvarn explained to the fire, "he came up on us suddenly, like the end of life."

"Out, out, ye brief candle!" That is what he said, yes? Probably making a metaphoor between our mind and a candle...or something like that. The only reason I know that much about your flowery, pointless poetry is because I ate a flowery, pointless poet.

"Ugh, I am very glad I do not have to worry about what, or who, you eat."

By the way, when are we going to get some decent food? I have been craving innocent virgin for centuries.

"Scorcahr, shut up." Silvarn groaned, his voice dripping with frustration. He accepted Kerodi's offered bowl and downed its contents methodically. It could be the last good meal for a while.

"That, Kerodi, is an excellent question. "Since our parting, I have been searching for something, a something which I have found and carry with me." he presented the heinous volume to his friend, "The Tome of the Twisted Mirror. The source of Navras' power. I have sealed the book, thus sealing Navras from his secrets and from his power. Now, we stand a chance against that monster."

"Speaking of which, any news of Lyndi? I met her in the forest before I ran away. Is she under Navras' control still?"