Sariel

Lucinda was a joy. Her calm and subtle power was an elegant guiding light for the king throughout his reign over Celakor. The sight of her beautiful face and the touch of her lips against his skin made him smile mischievously. [color=fff200]"You know"[/color] he began returning the queens peck on the cheeks with his own, [color=fff200]"I was hoping to sneak up behind you here in the courtyard. Maybe scare the daylight out of you for old time's sake."[/color] He sighed. It began pleasantly as Sariel remember the more entertaining pranks he had pulled back during their courtship,  but the tail end became morose as he caught glimpse of the last words of the Gisele Monument. Lest we forget. Sure their attachment to the king was without context, but to Sariel it meant not to forget his power and what tragedies become of its misuse. Tragedies his father was all too eager to let slip by or even encourage for his own benefit.

[color=fff200]"Come"[/color] the king said throwing his left arm around Lucinda. [color=fff200]"Let me walk you to breakfast. I think that the cook has something special planned."[/color] Of course Sariel had specifically ordered a very fine breakfast for this morning, so there would be no surprise for him.

Raven:

"Vengeance..." a voice echoed in the back of raven's mind. "You desire vengeance right?" For a moment everything was cold. Raven was on his back in the cold winter of northern Celakor. His body heat was escaping his body in a mad dash to escape his failing systems. His frigid, ragged breathe met unfriendly air filled with battle cries, screams of pain, the clashing of metal. All around him lay fallen enemies, wounded allies and bloodstained leaves. How could Raven have been such a fool. To be tricked into this fight. The king was off somewhere leading so magnificent charge and it was off Raven's back the day would be won. What a terrible man, what a terrible Kingdom. "I can give you the power to satisfy your desires" the voice came back to him. "You need only give up your humanity and complete for me a task."

[color=ed1c24]"Yes"[/color]

Raven's mind was focused again on the decrepit underground stronghold he now stood. Until several weeks ago he had not been conscious. Nothing existed of the twenty years between his resurrection and Nyarlathlotep's presence calling his mind back to sense. Nothing except a mindless, burning hatred and resentment. This being, sat upon its throne was Revenant's tool to get what he wanted. Whatever being had given him the powers he now wielded was of little consequence for under Nyarlathotep Raven would claim victory on the wretched core of Celakor.

He knelt before his new master, sword drawn and held vertically in front of his face, left arm formally hidden behind his back with chains rustling and armor creaking all the way down to the floor. [color=ed1c24]"I am Raven von Stein, formally of the wretched Celakorian nobility. I am yours to command if it means an end them and their kin."[/color]

"You will be needed soon." The voice in the back of raven's mind said departing for now. Raven paid it no mind.