[color=a187be][h3][center]~The Faceless, Nyarlith~[/center][/h3][/color]

Nyarlith simply ignored Zhystkrexas and his rather...grandiose entrance. They were too focused on something else entirely. He was coming. They could feel it. That same, sticky evil that permeated their most recent dreams was coming closer. All others at that point were deemed irrelevant to the Great One that would soon grace their presence. As soon as the dark presence manifested itself, the Faceless creature bowed deeply, showing nothing bur reverence for the God of Evil as he began speaking. Amelia simply remained silent, as this was not her place to speak.

Their masked visage looked up only when they were addressed, mask not giving away any emotion other than its normal blank stare. The offer was incredibly tempting. That had been their goal for so long, after all. Bring those that were banished to the edges of reality back into this world. But it wasn't such an easy thing. The distance between this realm and the outer realms were both great and near, but with each creature that slipped between that barrier it weakened. This was their chance. The Creatures that existed out there were fickle beings, and summoning them without reason only earned their ire. This war, though? Oh certainly certainly...this was going to be oh so incredibly chaotically fun! 

When the Great Old One left their presence, only then did the creature straighten itself once again and observe the others. Vortigen suggested they make a plan. That was certainly something they should have, though in the end no plan ever went according to plan. With the nine of them? Well, a plan was simply bound to not go right. They could see it. Their eyes knew the others were greedy even if they weren't the most particularly greedy one themselves. Aborath, was likely included with that.

[color=a187be]"Wohoho, that is a decent strategy indeed!"[/color] Nyarlith replied to Aborath. [color=a187be]"Though, some of us do not quite have the same tactics as simply squeeze the heart until it turns into a deliciously fine bloody pulp."[/color] In truth, Nyarlith did not have a large standing army at the moment. Their agents were scattered across the cities. Sleeper agents, one might call them. They were their eyes and ears in this realm whilst they sat upon their throne. Melaron was no exception, either, for their agents had their eyes shut until the moment they were needed.

[color=a187be]"Large scale war is not something me and my kin are suited for. No no, we will creep upon them like a silent, churning sea. Infiltrate the city, for my Kin are already within it. All I must do is open their eyes, give them their orders and they will cause chaos within the city during the siege. Cripple defenses...chaos utter beautiful chaos among their ranks. Their soldiers fighting one another, their citizens working against them! Such a delicious and beautiful sight for my eyes and such a delicious feast for the Great Ones!"[/color] The creature known as Nyarlith laughed at the idea, growing more and more delighted as it envisioned the grand chaos that would spread from this action. [color=a187be]"Seven days is enough time to prepare my Enlightened for such a task. Of course, without the threat of a mighty army bearing down on them, then this would be a sightless beasts errand."[/color]

She of course, did not mention what exactly she would be doing in this time. She had no thoughts of betrayal, but there was no way in the cosmos that the others didn't have thoughts. Revealing their entire hand here, would be the folly of a sightless.