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[Kaelthir]

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Kaelthir walked quickly through a dark, sandy hallway in her family's desert holdings, searching for a particular grandson for whom she had a task for. As she walked, she noticed another presence from behind, and turned swiftly to encounter it. Two glowing blue eyes peered back at her from the darkness.

" W҉̷͘h́̕a͢t͡ I ͜͏a̶̷͢m͢͡ ́̀a̛b̧o̕u̴͠t̢͜ ̨̛t͜͝o͏͝ ̧s͞a̴ý̀͢ ҉̷y̢o̡ù̸͟ ́͜w̵i̧͠ļ͜l͡ ̴n̴̵͡o̷͝t̸ ͏̧r̨ep̨͡e̕ą̛͠t̸͠ ̡́̀t̷o ̴̢a̶͘͜ń̛yo͡ń͢e̛҉.͘͡ ̸ I̴͜ h͠҉a͝v͠e̛͘ ̢f̷́ul͜l̢ ̡c̨̕͟o͘n̛̛t̨r̢̀͡o̧͟l͡͝ ̢͏o̶v̸͜e̶̕r͠͝͡ ́́t͟h̴̶͜ę̷ b̴óy͞,͠ ͜,, h̶ȩ ͞͠w͟҉i͜l͘͜ļ̷ ̡͝͠ŗ̶e͘͢m͞͡e͏̕͜m͡͞b̀҉e̵͝r n͢o͏t͞h͞ì͠n͜ģ̷́ ͢͟u̶̵p̧͝ó̵͟n̡̕ ͘a̴w̕͘͞a̡̢͠ḱ͜͡ì̵͝n̡͞ģ̛." The dark figure said as he approached the lich.

"͖ ̮̅ͯ̈́̿ͧͫ̽W̹̰ͫ̿̐ͥ̈ͯe̬̳̖̠̬̿ͧͭ́ ̜͉̘̭̘̄ͤͫͬ͗k͍̼̘̹̲̼͔̐͒͂͐̋ǹ̦̳̈́́ͯ́̈̚o̎ͤ̄̂ͣ̌w̹ͦ ̫͕͍̌̑̃̏w̘͉͙h̞̫͋͂̇̐ͩ͗a̘͖͕̤͈ͣͯ̉ͣͅt͔̭͑ͩͮ ͖̘̪̈́͊̇ͯD̹̪̦̮ͨ̓̉a̦͍͇ͨ̈ͬ̐̎r̟̻̽r̮̬̘̒̂̀͑̑i̔ͤ̊e̤ͩ̽ͬ̏ͣͥ̐n͎̳̬͈̯͖͆̊̇̈ͦͭ͊ ͉̏ͫw̻̻̠͕̤̫̯̎̀ͮ̍ͩ̉ͤa͉͈̭͙͕ͬ́̈́̐̍̉̓n̂ͯ̒̂̊t͎̣̩͎̝̓ͣͯ̊͂ͪͭͅṡ̻̠͒̅͊̓͌̉ ͇̬͈͇̣̅̍n̓̌̽ͣͦo̖̟̻͍͐͛ͅw̮͉̟͚̮̱̫ͪ͛ͤͯ.͖̘̉ͤ ̋̓̔̓̂̚E͙͕̻̜̎̅v̝͕̯̱͇̼e͈̜̓̆r̠͇̪̩̯͇͉̃̄̍y̺͖̱̠͓̥̖ͤͣ̿̿t͓̮̺̭͇͖̻̔ͫͧ̆̊ͦ̃h̞͕̤̯͉̱͕̉̇̈̈́ị̱̥̙͖͖̌̔ͤ̌͐̚n̥̝͕̝̈́͋̀̂̿͑ǵ͉̥̜̗͇͙̏ ͔̪̻̙͍̥͍̅h̰͔̪̻̤ͪ̚a̭̮̣̒̔ͩ̒͑̓ͮs̼͛͛̚ ͖̩̯̮̟̣̠b̞̃̐ͪê̿ͦe̫̟̬̙̮̟̩͛ͫ̽ͦͪ̉n̤̂ͨ̾ ͍̮̜̱͓̮͈̉̌l̜̺͑e̟̻̞̘̳ͫ̄a̍ͨ̈́ͯ̿d̲̳͗ì̹̼̭ͨ̾͋ͤn̦̻̠̦ͪ̽͐͛g̣̮̑̊̾ ̻̩͖͚͙ȕ̘͔͔̌́ͨp̠͎̎ͤ̐̚ ͭ͛͌ͮ̒̅t̐ͧ͌o͇ͪ ͚̺ͨ̉͗ͦ̎̽̓t̩͇͑ͤh͚͈i̩̱̻͚̺̖͗s̲̼ͬͪͬ̏ͩ̍ ̎̈́̉ͪ̉͌p̂ͯ̆͌o̹͓̼͎̠̔̐̌̎̍͋ͅḯn̽ͬt̗͓͚̺̱ͪ.̯̣͎̜̪ͩ̿̅̀̐.͔ͩ̆.ͯͪͪͨ.̞͕͙ͣ̔͒"


He paused, the silence surrounding them for a few moments.

"I̷͝t̡͡͡ ̛oć̷c̵u҉r̸͟r̕e̸̸̢d̢͘͞ ̧̕tǫ̀͞ m̵̨͡e̢҉,̸̵̛ ͢͞D̵͢a͞҉͟r̵̀r͟͟i̕͝e̛͢n͟͏ ̷ho̵͞͝l̴̴͠d͢͞s̨͜ t̵w̸͢o̴͜ ̴ne̸͡c̢̛es͜͡s͝͞a̕r͜͞y͏͜ ̨͘͢rȩa̴̛̕g̴̡̢é̢n̡t͘s͡͡ ̸̵t̴̢͡h҉at̡͘ ̴c̴a̸̛͘n ̡́͡p̧̕er̀fo͢rm̀͟ ̵̨̕a͠͏ ҉r̡i͝t̢e͞ t̢h̢̡͘at̸̴̴ ͞wi̷̸͡ll̸ ̷͢c͈̠͇̫̙͉͊́ͤͧ̊̓̿ͅo͒m̩̯͚̬ͪ̄ͧ̂̆ͥ̓p̼̺͙ͣ̈̇̌̽l̹̗͕͕̤͎͐̂è͓̻͑̇ͣ͛̚t̖̥̗͙̫̊̔ͭ̀̊ͤe̗̲̳̜͛̇ͪ ̬̗̱ͤë̹͍̥́ͧv͌͊͂̇e̞̞̺͓̖̻̱r͉̄̏ͪͦŷ͙͓͍̟͉̔͆́͂t̹̾̆ͬ͒h̳̮̬̹̫̠̎̂ͨ̓ͩi̳̱̘̍̊͒̉̀ͨn̖̭̲̩͕̔g̩̳̰̫̠̲͑̔̾̇. ͖̥͆̍̄̏͑
T̺͙h̞̝e̥̰̮̼̱̝̻ ̦̫̜̪o͉̲t͙̼̞̖ẖe̙̮̘ͅr ̱̬̲̰̱͓t͉͎̝̝̱ͅh̦̪̰̣͖̺̻r̭e̬̟͙̯e̙̺̜̼,̯̲̱̘͍ ̻͔̪̻̙̲͙le̼̝͈s͖̳̮̳s̹ ͚̼͙o̝͚̝̟͔̯b̲vi͔̲o̪̹̼u̪̺̫̤s͉͕ ͚̥̹i͍͍̱n͈͔̞̖͎͍̹ ̪͔̤v̮͔̝͉̠̹a͈̤͔̻͙̘l͔͇̜̘̪ͅu̺̘̫͕̘ͅe̗̩̗̣,̭̬̘̟̤͙̮ ̀͝p̀e͘͡r͏͏h̷͝a͝p̵͝s̀ ̢͜͏w͟ȩr͢͝ę̢ ́͝l͏͠ef͠t͠ ͞in ͜͏t҉h̴͠e̵͠ ǵ͡͏r͘̕o̷v̴̨͜e ̧̡̨th̡ì͢͡ş̀ ́ę̵n͜t̴̸̕i̧҉re ͘͜t̢̨͝i͞҉m҉e͟.̴̢͠

̶̳̯͎͝C̟͚̻a͙͈̥̣ṟ̛̘r͏̲̥̹̖͖̤̱͡y̢̘͎̟̩̩͟ ̜̦̱̩̦̙͡ͅt̴̶̥̪̹̜h͈̖̲͎̞͇͟į͏̼͉̤͡s̖ ̴̲̙͎͘w̩̳̟̩̜̲̩͔͘͡ḭ̩͚͇͎͢͞t̢҉̣̗̖͓̳h̷̜ ̸͉͎̳̞͘y̸͏͔̹͓̭̜͍͎̗͖͜o̶̸̪̕u̦͚̹,͚̞̱ ͔͚̬̜̳̝̹͈ͅp̛̫̟̺͡r͏̜͎͙͇̻̝̞̹o͘͝͏̲̮ṱ̴̵͓̜e̶̤͉͎̗̙̠͓c̘͍t̯͕̲̥͔̘̲̜͘͝ ̵̦̪̠͇͍͎͚i̛͏̮͙̯̩̞̯̤͍͙ṭ͎͈͝ ̡͙͚̩̰̲͡d̡͚̮̬e̲̫͢a͖̪̼͉̘͡r̖̘̀ͅl̛͔̲̠͕̭͠y͇̩̲̖̟̪̗̬̮͞.҉̨̳"

He said as he extended a bony arm and passed her a chain with two highly runed ornaments upon it, one larger than the other. Kaelthir took the chain quickly and brought it close to her skull, looking the runes and enchanting over to try and discern its purpose. The runes were intricate, almost needlessly so, likely to obscure the purpose of the objects.

".... This seems to be some sort of soul holding object, I dare say a phylactery. But what is this other object? Just what are you planning?" Kaelthir asked, not moving her gaze from the ornaments as she attempted to figure out their purpose.

The figure stood silently for a few more moments, clearly choosing his words.

T͢h̵͘e͜҉ ̀͞͠r̡į̴͞t̸͞e̸͞ ͟i͢͡͡ś̸ ̴͝҉a̡͞ ̵͠͞s҉u̴̡͝mm̴͢on̵i̧͘҉ń̷g̶ ҉͠ri҉̴͡t̨͞e̢̛, ̡án̛͜͝d ͢͢͠w͘͟h͡a͘te̢ve̢̡r̶҉ í̷s ̧b̴̛͝r̛͟͡o҉̧ùǵ͢ht̷̶ i͏̢҉n̵̛t҉̵͢o͠ ́́t͜͠h̨̀͡i̢s̕͜ ͠wo͠r̕ld̷ ̴̷̕w̴͡ill̸̶͟ ̛͠ļ͢iķ̢͘e̵ĺy͡ ̶͟͜b̨́e͜ e̸͠n͟d̵̸̨e̛҉d̀͡.̨.̧....̸̨̘̭ͧ̾͆͂ͥͭU̞͙̬̯͇̓̒͌ͪ̚s͇͎̤̿͗̓̆̚̚͠e̅̀̂̊̆̚d̵̫̝̭̎ͯͦͭ ̼̬̯͙̠̠̻̈́̏ͬ̽ͣ̊a̗͈̪̮̳͓͜s̴̪̝̫̍ͤ̊ͅ ̺̻̱͉͚̋̑̀a͉̯͙̠̮̋̅̆ͫ͆́ͅ ͉̺͗͝r̛̊̌ͬ̿ͬ͂e̞̼̱̹̬̠̒ͨͮ͝a̽̿͌̍̐̀͏̺̞͙͇̟͔̲g̟͔͚̅ͦ̓̎ͅe̤̫̽n̸̫͊ͦ̀͆t̫̲̊̋͂̑͡.̮͔̣͍̔̓ͬ͐.

̕T̡h̸̵i̵̧͢s̴̡ ͠ì̸s͠ w̶̨͜h͜a͝ţ͠ ͏h͞͝a̴̢͟p̶͘p̸͘e̶n͢͞é͝d̕͏̛ ̧҉m͏͢a̧n̨̛y̶͘ ỳ̷eá̧̡ŗs̶͝ ͞a̵̧g҉͏o̶, h̸owev̸e̛r ͠n̢ot̕ o͡n̵ p͢ur͘po̧se ̧th͘en.̕ ͝T͡hís͞ ̀tim̀e̕, ̶yo̸u̷ w͏ill͢ ͟need͝ ţo͢ bé w͏a̴r͜y͜ ͏o̵f yoúr ͟ļ̪̲̼o̵͖͈̺̞̱̬y̧̛̘͉á̢͕̲l҉̧͍̥͙͎̳̰ͅt̵̘̭̠͓̞i͉͈e̜͓̤͓͖͎̭s̸̭̼̀͝. W̢ha͠t͘e͜vȩr is͟ retùr͡ne̷d҉ wil͏l ́be̡ we͏ake͜ne̕d́ ̫͢͡͠ḭ̵̼͙̝̖͝m̮͇̖͔͞ͅm̷̳̼̝̱e͏̖͚̭̰̺̱̙n̡̫͈͉͘͞s̵͚̖̙̟̮͠e̜̯̯̺͚̪̣̥l̲͍͡y̲̗͖̟͉̦͏,́ ͏and͏ ̴fairly̸ eas͢y to̷ ͏ènd͟.̛

͕ ͓T̩̳h̳͙̯͚͉͕̤ọ̱s͓̠̟̹͈̼e ̖͚̺̝̬ͅf̪ṟ͈̗ͅo̻̮m͍̲̖͇͓̰͔ ͕b̹̞͔̪e̬̝̥y͍͉̬on̘d ̭̼a͙͍̲r̥̗͓̝e̩̞͈̞̗͈̫ ̹͙i͈̠nf̗͉͕̘̖͔̩i̠̪n͇͉͓̞ite̥̗̲̳͓̖̲,̭̝̠̺̞̹̠ ͖̗a̩͙̭̥̟͓ ̠m̬͍̫̫͖e̱m̗̮o̬̭r͍͎͚͔y̠͔̳̯̥͖ a͇̱͕n̼̜̫̞͈̲d̳̳̜͇̝̖ ̟a͓͓̘̘͍̗ͅ ̹͇̖ͅs̺o͉̦͓u̙͇̭̳l̲̟̞̮̺ ̳̖̰p̗̗̞͉̲u̝̮̱t͇̖̝̥͚̬͇ ̙̘̳̭̦̹t̹̟̪͈̺̮o͕̠̙̞̯g̳et̰͇̘̤̘h͇͖̣ẹ̣͕̝ͅr̩ ͙̺̖̥t̝̰͍̠̣̪o͖̲̳̻ ͓͔̹͍̺̺̳r̺̠͈͎ḛ̱͕̞̱̺-͙̳̙̲c̟re̖͉a͚̣̳͇̤̝t̠̰͓e̦̥̤̙͓͈͙ ͓̼͍͉̮̺w̠̯̼̖̳̪͎h͕͍̺̩̜ͅͅa̖̤̺͍̭t͔ ̹͓o͚̪̲n̦͓̼͈̦c̩̥̬̥͉̟̲ḛ̙̞̝͈̻ ͈̥̤w̙a͍̥̤̼͎̱͙s̭̻̥͉̠̲.̟͇̯ ̠͉
̷Th̀é ̨loss͠ ̷i̶s ȩnt̡i͝réļy ̴s̸ymbo̢l͞i̷c,͘ it ̨is͜ ̧a̴ ͝trut͜h̀ t̷ó ͏fa̸c̡e t͞ha͜t e҉v̕en the̴ ͘i̵n̛f̀in̸ite̡ can̸ b̷e̶ ͜e͞xp͠enda̡bl̀ę s̶ho͏u̢ld ͜it͏ ̧b́e ҉necess̕a͟ŕy̨.̛ With ͘th̀a̶t ͠śaid̨...̶ b͜e wa̕ry of͡ ̡w͞h̀ąt͜ ̡y̷o͞u ̛àt͘témp̸t ̛to d͏es͡tro̕y.̼͚̮̩̖̲I͖͕f͇̻͎̥̼͉̮ ̯̯͍͙̳̰̫D͎̟͎̬͇̪a͙r̘̥ͅr̮̭̩̥i̮͔͕ẹ͎̬̭̩n̞͚͔̰̪̥̥ ̤c̻̺a͈͔̻͖n̯̥͈̬̣̜n͍̩̠̯͚o̞̘̭͍̪t̮̻̞̺ ͉̫͙c̰͍͇o͍̤̻̭̯n̙̝s̗̩̱̙̳̹ṵ͈͇̠͈mͅe̳͕̞͎̯̳̫ ̠i̫t, ̲̬̪̫̜ͅi̟̞̟̖̤̯̝t͇͚͍̺̼͚͎ ̫wi͓̻̩͚̮͉ll̟̥͔ ̭̥̹͓͉̦̣e̺͔̫̗̭n̦̟͚d̘̮̣̠̦̭ ̻̺͇h͓̘̥͕̠ḭͅm̠͇̮͈.̞̬͇͚I̕f p͜o͜ss͞i͞ble͝, ͡av͡o̢id cho̡os͡in͢g̢ ̶a͝ ͝side u͝n͠til ̸one ͞of ͝t̨hȩm͘ has ͘bèen͡ co̵nsumed, ͡as͟ ͢th͠e͝ ҉sur͏vivo̢ŗ shal͜l ̀be͟ ̵y̨our̶ lor̴ḑ.̨ ͘

̤͔̠̹̍̔̍̈́ͣ́͒ͯ̄ͅT͍̣̲̠ͩͫḥ̞̻̹̦̩̱͐ͭ́̓̈ͬ̄̑͗ë̫̰̦̠̯̮̭́ͪͯͮ ̖̞͉̒̈́̊ͫͩ̈̅̚ǒ̜͚͋͂ͥͣt̰̳̜͎͔ͮ̐͗̀͑̆̈ḧ͕͔̞͕̰́̅e̠̳̘̘͇͕̞̝̓ͧͯ͂͗ŕ̼̦͍̤̮̹̪ ͍͇ͥb̰͙͔ͪ̃ͩ̈̿ͯͥ̽ͦḛ̮̤̝̩̰̟͉͕̽͛c̯͍̲͛̉̎ö̖̩̖͓̘͙́̓̅ͮͦ̀̋m͕ͯͣ͆̅ͅĩ͉̩̹̖́͐͑̋̚n̩̦͋ͫg̬̤͍̞̞̬ͫ͌͌͒̀̉ͨ̒̚ ̯͓͚̈̓̈́̄̋t̼͈̼̝̥̪̺̓̈̈ͩ̽h͖͔͎̳ͭ̾̃̾ͯ̋͐͋e̼͊̇̇̾ͯ ̖͎̫͇̜̲̪̏̏͊ͤ̓̉ͪ̍ͅȃ̯͇͔̝̠̯̓͗̾̊r̟̜̲̼͈̺͖̥͐ͩ͂̔͐ͬͩ͋t̬́̍͆͗i̯̝̖ͩͪ͆͛̓ͯ̋̑ͤf̥͇̖͇̞̱ͬ̏̅́ͭͅä͔̜́̈č̱̻̝ͤͣ̄̊ͮ͂t̞̙̖̖̱͇̋.̳̺ͥ̈́͂ "

The dark figure spoke in a clear, serious voice. Kaelthir stood silently for a few moments, thinking the information over.

"That still does not answer my question. What do -these- objects do, and how will they influence the rite?" She asked him, lowering her arm and looking the figure directly in the eyes.

The dark figure turned away, pausing once more before replying, "I͜f̷̕ ̨i͡͝t̸́ ͝w̡͜ǫ͟rk͘͡s̨̕,̶ ̧́I͌̽̄͋ ͜l̾ͫ̊̋ͣ͑͛͡ǐ̐̐ͭ̓͌̏k͞êͪ͋̄͡ľͦ̈̄́ͮͬ͟ŷ͐ͮ ̴̾wͯi͒̈́̚l͌̑̐ͣ̂l̨̏̾ͩ̔ ̈́ͫ̄̎n̄͗͑ͫͮ͟e͞v̍̾͋̆̃́e͑̇̚ř̷̓̓̅ͫ͊̓ ̷m͗̎͒̑̑ă͠n̉̍͘ỉͦ̒̚͠fͬ̈̇ͣ͗̉e̿͊ͭst̑ͭ͝ ̈́́i̢ͪñ͛ͥ̇̈́͛̈̀ ̑ͮ̄͂ͣtͦ̌ͯ́ͯh̀i̶ͤ͐s̆ͫ͗ͥ̽͏ ̔̌͒b̃̏͡o̽ͥͬ͐d̈̾́y̆͘ ̌̇a̎̄̄g͒ͬaͣ̊̑͒i̵ͦ̂n̔̂. ̇̾͐͂̏ͦ ̢̀͘I͠f̀́ ̨i̸t̀ ̶d̛̕ó̢҉ès ́҉͝no̧̢͢t̛͢,̨ ̴ì̢t͏ ̶͜ẃ͏i̷ll̨̧ g̷͝iv҉͏e͏ ͘D͢ar̕͠riȩ́͜n҉ ̡sóm͏̸̶e͘͡t̢̢h̛͡i͜͜ņg̴̀ ę͜l̢s̡e̸̸͢ h̷͝e ҉c҉͞a̶͝n ̸̡c̶o͠n͠sum͜͜è̶͜. ̸̸̕Ìf̡ ̧́h̶e ̧̕q̨̛̀u͟͜e̡s͘͝t͟͢i̕͡͠ơ͢n͘s͜ ҉̧͜y͡oú,̷ t͟h̕i͞͞s̸ ̨͟͜is͜ ͠͠y̡o̶u̸͠r ͏d͞e̸f̴̢e̸͟͢n̡͞s̢҉e̸.I̝̤̳̞̰̱̪̹̥͈̰̫͔̹̱̤t̤̺̭͕̺̻͕̩̥̪̟̲̘͙̳͎ͅͅ ͚̙̹̮̠͚̘͍̼̺͍̦̠͎̠̫̬ͅͅḭ̬̦s͙͓̺̜͍̫͉̭̬̠̜ ̪̣̹͍̪̘͇͈̳̱̬̦͕̞̞̮ͅa̩̙̟̜̫̖̙̖̥̦͎̤͈̻̘̩b̰̭͕̼͍͖̖̫̖͇̘s͈͕̳͕̜̪̙o̥͖̲̣̯̜̞̘͉̻̭̙͓̳̬̙̫̬̭l̦̱͕̦̙̮͇̲̲̘͍̥̣̮͚̰ṳ̬̪̼͉̪̻̥̲͎ͅͅt̗̮͙̻̥̳̼̬̣̱e̜͚̞̠̜l̖̻͎̦̘͖̻̥̩͎͉̱̫y̺̺̟̰͚̹̺̗̳͍̼̦͉ ̞͙̦̤͓̜̰̩̫͉͕̝̼̞͙͈̜̺͖ṇ̳̜͓̮̭̯͈̞o̜̩̼̲̱ ͓̝̦̼͖̳͈̤͚̞̦̰t̲̣̻͍͖̬̣͍h̲̬͕̠͍͙̥r̥̦̯͔̺̠͚̤e̟͖͎̦͕̮a͖̰̱̱̝͚̪͎̱̯̞̫̙̻͔̮t̫̣̖̹̤̗̳̼̘̙̣̟͉̻͓ ̜͕͍͓̪̙͎͓̼̰̤͉̬̜̠̲̺͎t̳̥̱̟̖̳̘͇̯̝̜͓̪̻̟͎͕̩̱o̱̺̙̩͕͕ ̠̦͍̳ͅh̜̖͎̗̻͓̠͕̟͕̫͖̳̠̠͈̫̬͖i̮̻̼̖̼̠͍̰̣m̰̜̞͓.̬̻̫̙͙͕̙"



With that, the figure walked away, disappearing from whence he came.

Annoyed, Kaelthir cast recall and returned to the Tower of Necromancy to better study the objects. Whatever task she sought to assign beforehand no longer held any importance to her in light of this new information. What was coming was more significant than she originally anticipated, it was once again time to prepare.

[Kaelthir]

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(The crazy text formatting isn't working for everyone, some people are getting black boxes instead of the proper symbols, so here's the story without the crazy stuff. It was an experiment to try and give a feeling to a character's voice.)

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Kaelthir walked quickly through a dark, sandy hallway in her family's desert holdings, searching for a particular grandson for whom she had a task for. As she walked, she noticed another presence from behind, and turned swiftly to encounter it. Two glowing blue eyes peered back at her from the darkness.

"What I am about to say you will not repeat to anyone. I have full control over the boy, he will remember nothing upon awaking." The dark figure said as he approached the lich. "We know what Darrien wants now. Everything has been leading up to this point...."

He paused, the silence surrounding them for a few moments.

"It occurred to me, Darrien holds two necessary reagents that can perform a rite that will complete everything. The other three, less obvious in value, perhaps were left in the grove this entire time... Carry this with you, protect it dearly." He said as he extended a bony arm and passed her a chain with two highly runed ornaments upon it, one larger than the other. Kaelthir took the chain quickly and brought it close to her skull, looking the runes and enchanting over to try and discern its purpose. The runes were intricate, almost needlessly so, likely to obscure the purpose of the objects.

".... This seems to be some sort of soul holding object, I dare say a phylactery. But what is this other object? Just what are you planning?" Kaelthir asked, not moving her gaze from the ornaments as she attempted to figure out their purpose.

The figure stood silently for a few more moments, clearly choosing his words.

"The rite is a summoning rite, and whatever is brought into this world will likely be ended... Used as a reagent. This is what happened many years ago, however not on purpose then. This time, you will need to be wary of your loyalties. Whatever is returned will be weakened immensely, and fairly easy to end. Those from beyond are infinite, a memory and a soul put together to re-create what once was. The loss is entirely symbolic, it is a truth to face that even the infinite can be expendable should it be necessary. With that said... be wary of what you attempt to destroy. If Darrien cannot consume it, it will end him. If possible, avoid choosing a side until one of them has been consumed, as the survivor shall be your lord. The other becoming the artifact. " The dark figure spoke in a clear, serious voice. Kaelthir stood silently for a few moments, thinking the information over.

"That still does not answer my question. What do -these- objects do, and how will they influence the rite?" She asked him, lowering her arm and looking the figure directly in the eyes.

The dark figure turned away, pausing once more before replying, "If it works, I likely will never manifest in this body again. If it does not, it will give Darrien something else he can consume. If he questions you, this is your defense. It is absolutely no threat to him."
With that, the figure walked away, disappearing from whence he came.

Annoyed, Kaelthir cast recall and returned to the Tower of Necromancy to better study the objects. Whatever task she sought to assign beforehand no longer held any importance to her in light of this new information. What was coming was more significant than she originally anticipated, it was once again time to prepare.