[u]Jvan week[/u]

Sharmen slowly scuttled through the darkness, listening to the slightly comforting sound of her Needle Fae. She didn't know how she got here. One moment she was walking through the plains, far from her original Hain home (the near sighted fools had thrown her out for being a monster. For reshaping herself into a far more pleasing form). She had avoided the mob of Vestecal creatures (clumsy, cruel, and stupid creatures.) and was looking for inspiration and a location for her art when she suddenly found herself among the Darkened Spires. She was near the Fractal Sea. The sound and smells of an ocean nearby told her that much. But how had she gotten here? There were no oceans in the direction she was headed. Sharmen shook her head. No matter. She'd find beauty here, even in the shadows. 

For many hours she walked in silence, looking around for anything other than shadowed spires. She occasionally saw a flicker of movement that indicated other life, but she never got a good look at what creatures would live in these perpetually darkened lands. It was maddening. There was nothing but plain, boring, towers, and even if she did use her Needle Fae too make them prettier, no one would see them. She wanted her art to be [i]seen.[/i]

Up ahead in the distance, she saw a shimmering light. Hope flooded through the Sculptor's body. Sentient creatures! Mortals who could lead her out of these lands, perhaps! She scurried closer towards the light. Odd, how it shifted through random colors and shades of them. There was no pattern, no reason behind it. The light was so...chaotic. As she drew closer, she saw that the light was coming from a tunnel going down into the earth. After a brief bit of hesitation, she went down into the light. For the first few dozen steps, there was only silence and flashing lights. As she drew closer, she became aware of the giggling. It made her instinctively shrink back against the wall, hugging the shadows. It was a mad sound, filled with a child like glee and the certainty of pain and suffering wherever it went. 

As she slowly crept towards the end of the tunnel and the source of the light, she began to make out words. 

"You see Julkolfyr," the voice of the giggling was speaking, "I admire the way you stood up to Logos. Truly, I do. He's an arrogant fool who thinks he can declare himself King of the Gods, when we don't need one nor will we accept one. I won't allow it. We're Gods, not servants. The only things we are subservient to are Fate and Amul'shaar. And then only because of how powerful they are. It's [i]how[/i] you stood up to him that I can't have. You declared yourself a rival King. And as I said before, I won't allow a King to rule us. So!" There was a clapping sound. "I made this little beauty. You remember your balls of darkness don't you? The ones that consumed and destroyed everything? Well, I took one and modified it for myself. Made a lovely little plane in it too. The Realm of Madness, I call it. You'll love it! I'm trapping you their, Julkolfyr. For eternity. Killing you would be a waste, and I still have use for your powers." 

Sharmen turned around the corner of the tunnel to see a harrowing sight. Statues of over a dozen immense beings were standing in a circle (one of them was merely hooves and shattered stone) around two more beings. One was a man whose mask and clothes constantly changed colors. The other was a dog like creature, with black as night skin and a white face and muzzle. Around this creature were several chains of constantly changing energy, and they were slowly dragging it back towards a ball of pure darkness. The creature was struggling, and seemed to be trying to say something, but the chains were wrapped tightly around it's limbs, body, and muzzle. It could do nothing. 

The Sculptor watched as it was dragged into the ball, and then jumped as with a loud 'pop!', the large ball of pure darkness condensed into something on the ground. The giggler walked over and picked the thing up. "One down. One to go." He tossed the thing between his hands, giving Sharmen a brief glance at it. It seemed to a carved figurne of a man with a dripping crown on his had, carved from the darkest stone Sharmen had ever seen. It was time to leave before this maniac, this God, found her. She turned to leave. Her way was blocked by rapidly changing lights that were far to bright and far to close.  "Where do you think you're going?" The giggler asked, looking down at her. Sharmen screamed. In instinct, she sent her Needle Fae at the God, only to have them all die. They all died in random ways. Some burst into flame, others killed themselves, while still others simply rotted away.

"I brought you here for a reason Sculptor. Make sure you remember what you saw, and that your art of it is seen by all the land." The God spoke, seeming not to notice how he had killed her Needle Fae swarm. "Remember my words Sculptor. I don't want to repeat them." The last thing Sharmen remembered was a hand reaching for her face and giggling. 

[hider=Summary]

-A Hain Sculptor, Sharmen, finds herself in the Darkened Spires of Julkolfyr. She has no idea how she got there.

-After hours of aimless wandering, she finds a light. 

-This light leads to the Plane of Darkness Julkolfyr had made, where Vestec was forcing him into his own Orb of Darkness. Inside the orb is the Realm of Madness (-1 Might). Vestec condensed this orb into a small carving of Julkolfyr in human form, with his crown.

-Vestec tells Sharmen to make a sculpture of this event before knocking her out.[/hider]

[centre][u]Vestec, level 4 God of Chaos.[/u]

Might:11

Freepoints: 3[/centre]

Dropping the Sculptor off in the middle of the Plains (far away from his armies) Vestec quickly teleported over to the Fallen Angel and Hain army. He would address Kyre later. Right now, he needed to do something. He took five of the Fallen Angels and quickly took them far away from the army, floating a good distance away from Cornerstone, but still over the White Ocean. He removed his corruption from them, and began rooting in their minds before they could react. [i]This will do nicely.[/i] He thought to himself, giggling. Any memory of their time in Vestec's service was wiped, instead replaced with Niciel giving them a special mission and spending their days searching for their targets. The false memories and wiped memories wouldn't hold up against intense scrutiny, after all he wasn't Vulamera, but they would hold up against a passing glance. And that was all he needed. 

The five angels (one pink, two blonde, and two blue), with their new memories flew towards Cornerstone at a break neck pace. Once there, they examined the fort and it's defenses for a brief moment. 

Then they attacked. A few Hain fell in moments, caught by surprise. Then they began to fight back, using their own unique magic to its fullest abilities. A blonde angel fell, quickly followed by a blue. The remaining Blond and Blue stuck close to the the Pink angel, defending him as he healed their fallen brother (The blonde at least. The blue was quite, quite dead.) and preparing to attack again.

Vestec created apparitions of himself to visit Niciel and Toun, before going to visit Kyre himself. If he had had a mouth he would have grinned. Things were going well.

[hider=Summary]

-Vestec dumps Sharmen in the middle of nowhere away from his armies.

-He de-corrupts five Fallen Angels (Portfolio action, no cost} 

-He rewrites their memories so that it looks like Niciel told them to find and destroy the Slave Hain (Free action as they're mortals, he's a god, and the rewrite won't go unnoticed by anyone actually looking at the memories for such interference.)

-They attack, and he goes to visit Kyre himself while sending ghostly apparitions to chat with Niciel and Toun.[/hider]