Nathrangking

She nods. Her amethyst eyes remain fixed on his. "We will not demand resources that are needed to defend this realm. I shall marshal what aid I can from the council as soon as I may to help you in your fight. In fact there seems to be one outside of your immediate sphere of influence who may be able to aid me." Rish turns her head so that her still gaze rests on Vapor. "I sense that this one has the power to aid us in our war." Rish turns her gaze on Jeffery. "It is conceivable that the council will call upon them. I do not speak as the sole leader. It may be that my brethren will reach out to them. I shall not." @Vapor

"War is upon us. We cannot sit by and allow that which has been built to end. The keeper of the gate is a traitor and he must be punished. I have come here to gather you into the alliance which will beat back this menace and exact justice." Each and every word is calculated. Existence seems to strain to hear her words

She shakes her head and for a moment a ghost of a seems to play on her lips. If it ever was there it is gone before any can be certain of what they saw. "If only an incursion were the reason that I have come. There is much more at stake. I come as Rishmaveta, the firstborn of the ancient gods and leader of the council that governs all mindscapes, universes, and realities. The gates have been left open and the prisoners have flooded all realities. Surely you felt the waves of carnage rush free?"

An emotionless chuckle sounds as a silver haired figure appears. Her eyes are pools of infinity that can drag any who meet their gaze into a never ending slumber. Around her an aura of agelessness flows as a fountain. She is as the mountains and the storms that wipe them away. Her's is is an eternal inevitability. She curtsies stiffly. When she straightens she fixes the seated deity in her gaze. "It has been many eons since I have traveled beyond the central mindscapes of the ancient ones. I wish I had payed visit to the minor realms at a time of peace. Alas, that time has passed. I come bearing warnings and I would be heard."

Mmmmm Ice Cream

The air in the audience chamber goes still. All of the lights seem to grow muted. A heavy cloak of numbness descends over the room. From the air comes a voice. It lacks both warmth and cold. It is neither friendly nor hostile. There is an inevitability to it. In every word an eon passes. Every moment draws greater stillness into this plane. "By my right as one of the ancient gods I demand an audience with the Prime god." Each word hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity before fading away. @Vapor

*Eats a bowl of ice cream.*

*Summons a bowl of maraschino cherries.*

*Shrugs. Produces hot fudge.*

*Snatches the syrup away.*

*Waves hand and makes Chocolate syrup appear.*

**Sighs. More bowls, spoons, and scoops appear from the folds of my cloak.*

*Produces a floating scoop, bowl, and spoon. Fills the bowl and hands it over.*

Anyone care for some Ice Cream? *Proffers a tub of Neapolitan.*

Well that can be a good thing if you enjoy that sort of thing, but on the other hand....

Good evening all. How was your day?

YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!

What about Whipped Cream?

Maybe. The question is do we have maple syrup to go with that?

Depends on the day. Today was fine if a bit slow. Yesterday was annoying.

It is a great thing that your days have collectively been going well.

I address it to the whole of the shard. You can answer if you want as is always the case on the shard.

How have your days been going?

You are into me right? What's the worst thing to say when you run into your arch enemy at the mall?

Whenever we get to the song(s) we get to it.