(Collaboration between me and Khan) [u] Fél Várást Warshard Citadel Exalted Sanctum [/u] The Aárdu Lyásí Envoys, after days of traversing the wartorn landscape that was Fél Várást, had finaly reached their destination. They traveled upwards through the Citadel itself till they finally reached the long stairway leading up to Tyranthos' Exalted Sanctum and stepped upwards once more. They reached the end, and were met by members of the Golden Guard, demon warriors that had proven themselves worthy to be among the guardians of their God. They stood at attention and cleared the way to let their guests through, pushing the doors open for them as they entered the Sanctum. Its very design was unbecoming of the Plane of Wafare, two rows of eight sleek pillars of marble and metal, several Statues of the Exalted One himelf decorating the hall, and two lines of more Golden Guard standing at attenion on both sides. At the very end of the room was a tall Marble Thone, and sitting atop it was none other than Tyranthos, the Exalted One. The two demon envoys marched to a respectable distance to the marble throne of the Demon Lord Tyranthos. Xoidea took in their surroundings as she walked alongside Kikmeine, mildly surprised at the décor, she had not expected this level of ornamentation from a Fél Várást warlord. Still it seemed he possessed a vastly large ego unlike anything Xoidea had seen, then again one could not expect less from an individual who thought himself a god. She gave a curtsy when presented to Tyranthos, smiling briefly before saying, “Tyranthos the Exalted One, Lord of The Warshard Citadel, I thank your for hospitality. I come to you with warm greetings from Mother Dark, Demon Mistress of Erelhei-Cinlu and Greater Aárdu Lyásí. She wishes to extend an invitation for a meeting on the neutral ground of Éxáría, under the great eastern pillar. What is your answer?” Tyranthos stood up as he walked done the steps. "You've traveled far, going a great distance for my audience, it would surely be rude of me to not accept. Very well, I shall meet with your Mother Dark." “Very good lord Tyranthos, the meeting shall be in six Fél Várást days. I and my brother Kikmeine can escort you there once we send word back of your agreement.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [u]Éxáría[/u] The square antechamber of Saknodju, otherwise known as the great pillar, was impressive in size. While it was not the largest chamber within Éxáría, it held one of the largest structures, the great pillar itself. Time had seen most of the obelisk fall into disrepair over the eons, cracks scattered across it's surface. At the foot of the great pillar centered in heart of the chamber, was a circle of rock like formations, with a larger piece of stone fitted in the center cut from pure gneiss. Tyranthos, the envoys and a small unit of Golden Guardsmen entered the grand chamber, the guardsmen at awe of it's ancient magnificence. "Guards, wait here and keep watch of our guests while I speak with Mother Dark." "Yes, your grace." One of the guardsmen said. And with that, he turned towards the Circle of Stones, approaching it. Tyranthos stepped past the boundry, and simply waited. The shadows of the standing stones began to flicker, some bending inward as the lighting suddenly darkened with the chamber. A heartbeat later, a figure walked from behind a pillar. It stood taller than any mortal man, and oily shadows seemed to dance around them. The obviously female individual drew closer and stopped well within hands reach of the stone slab centered in the circle of stones. While shadows hid most of her features, a smile was evident on her lips as she spoke, “Lord Tyranthos, how gracious of you to come.” She stooped forward, hands on the stone table between them, her arms amplifying her cleavage in the process. Despite the flowing darkness around her, they seemed to do little to hid her womanly curves and voluptuous body. “Of course, dear me, you're referring to yourself as [i]The Exalted One[/i] these days are you not?” Tyranthos gave a light chuckle at the question. "Quite." He replied as he raised his arms up to remove the golden mask. Revealing a bald, aged man with ash-grey skin and a scar over his cheek, along with bright golen eyes illuminating the darkness. "A Deity deserves such a title, no?" Uzthys cupped her chin in one clawed hand, her head tilted up as if in thought. “Yes, of course, a god needs much more than a mere title to his name.” Her otherworldly voice echoing with power. “He needs unlimited power, servants of unquestionable loyalty, and above all these he requires worshipers of undying love.” Her inky black eyes centered on Tyranthos. “It seems you have but one title to your claim.” "Enough of these...pleasantries." He said. "What have you summoned me for?" Tail lazily swaying behind her, Mother Dark gave the lightest of shrugs. “Of course, always to business.” She straightened somewhat. “As you are no doubt aware, Iìoà Khàldór has realigned with our respective planes of existence, and is now more accessible than it has been in centuries. A golden opportunity is open to us, and I intend for it not to be wasted.” A single clawed hand tapped on the stone table. “Soon every Demon Lord from Indár Sólásí to Féron Khól will be charging into the Mortal Plane in all their ignorance. We however, can better use this chaos to our advantage.” "Yes, I am quite aware, my followers have had a many great...misfortunes when traveling to Iìoà Khàldór. Too often they must combat against others in order to escape the marshes." He paused a moment."What do you propose?" “An alliance, of mutual gain.” Uzthys said, “The combined might of our host and powers would be advantageous to us both. In the lands of the far west, there is a realm the humans call the 'New World.' They are the most defenseless of the mortal holdings. My agents have already infiltrated their greater holdings, and with their aid your own raiders will be able to sow panic and chaos throughout the western holds. Any defenses the mortals attempt will be thwarted from within. Giving you all but free reign.” Tyranthos crossed his arms as he was deep in thought, such an alliance could prove to be beneficial, he has long considered sending his army, and missionaries to the Mortal Realm, Iìoà Khàldór. The small, defenseless settlements of this New World may prove to serve him well as potential converts, and in effect, soldiers for his crusade. "Very well, If what you say is true, then this "New World" will easily fall within our grasps. Uzthys smiled, “Excellent,” She unfurled her wings as she circled the stone slat, one claw running along the stones unmarred surface. “As it happens, I have the prefect target to test this new alliance of ours, if all goes as planned.” She stopped just a few feet away from Tyranthos. “You might obtain the power you seek yet.”