SpiritOfWrath

Nothing happened. Perhaps she needed to touch it.

Nothing happened.

“At least I have a better idea of it than you.”

Scol is slightly hungry… HAWKS I NEED AN NPC

“There is a difference between doing what is good and what is needed.”

“Yes. We’d best head out.” He glared at the Duke.

“But the Flame calls for action… I have learned not to disregard that call.”

He smiles. “I do not believe I would get out of the jail that final time until after at least a few years have passed. Unless, of course, I escape.” @Clinically insane

They were connected to a small crystal, about big enough to be set into a crown. @Through The Living Glass Aela felt a slight pull towards the crystal.

“If you send me to jail while I was innocent, it would be wrong, right?” He takes the crayon and draws bars and a prisoner. ”But then, maybe I’m not there because I’m guilty?” He adds a broken lock to the bars. ”Maybe I’m only there because I am visiting? Perhaps I know a particularly violent Pyro?” He adds a second person. ”If I kill that Pyro, then, well, I’m in prison already, aren’t I? I was just defending myself, wasn’t I? Maybe I need some time in the prison to set myself straight.” He redraws the lock, and crosses out the second person.

As they walked, they noticed translucent crystal chains suspended in the air, becoming more and more opaque as they converged on a central point.

The floor seemed to incline in a direction.

While the two were hugging each other, they noticed that the exit had disappeared, white mist surrounding them.

The glow surrounds him again, and he quickly stands, sending his hand in a cupped palm, a burst of wind from the palm pushing her back slightly. “Heretic, your reckoning shall come with the end of your king.” Herald returned, the glow fading as he stumbled. “Do you see why I cannot abandon the Flame?”

“I am afraid I cannot abandon it.”

Rage was still crouching over Balance (Ison), and didn’t notice her. As the two of them found their way through, the tunnel started to widen, until a whit fog obscured a ceiling many many feet above them.

“What are we to do in the meantime?”

He laughed, though he didn’t entirely get it.

“What is wrong, child?”

“And that is better?”

He caught the hand, then brought a fist around, then opened it, releasing a tiny burst of flame. His glow dissipated, and he looks very confused.

Scol is still walking creepily through the halls. For security reasons.

“And there is a captive? With every moment we wait, the captive could be more and more dead.”