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The Revenant Commander's knee was burrowed into the cold stone floor of the Dark Realm, her head bent in respect to the magnificence perched upon the thorned throne: [b][i][color=black]Alithe.[/color][/i][/b]

The paramount Angel with a demeanor as cold as ice stared down at her Commander. Her gaze was the essence of corruption, the epitome of a nightmare. Alithe was such a woman who truly believed that the ends justify the means — and [i]everybody[/i] was expendable. In reality, Alithe was [i]far[/i] worse than the terrifying angel of death depicted in the stories parents told to scare their delinquent children into shape.

Although the air was still, Alithe's [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a8/75/48/a87548fa2577602b1e743a3499700566.jpg]black gown[/url] billowed about her figure, blown about by her very essence. Darkness entered the room with her; shadows flickered from her form like light from a candle. She was not simply immersed in darkness - she [i]was[/i] the darkness.

"[color=black][b][i]I have valuable information on the [/i]Mekansm[i]'s whereabouts, and I need you to collect it for me,[/i][/b][/color]" the Angel emanated, her chilling voice filling the domain's vast hall.
"[color=708090]The Mekansm? But I thought it was a myth,[/color]" Sariandi expressed in a shell-shocked tone, whipping her head up to stare at Alithe as if she were a madwoman.
"[color=black][b][i]No, child; It is indeed real, and [u]powerful[/u].[/i][/b][/color]" 

While she would often cut down those who would oppose or interrupt her, Alithe's respect for Sariandi was sometimes the [i]only[/i] thing that kept the elf alive when she'd step out of line. A look was all it took to make the Commander submit again, bowing her head back down as a terrified shiver ran up her spine - she [i]knew[/i] that Alithe wouldn't even have to lift a single [i]finger[/i] to obliterate her non-conforming prey.

 "[color=black][b][i]My sources tell me that the Mekansm is currently in the humani settlement, Farborough, and is in the possession of one Chaplain Maxwell,[/i][/b][/color]" Alithe continued in a forced-calm tone, masking her irritation. She would continue her tyrade, but that darkly smooth voice suddenly cut short as she [i]visibly[/i] felt a twinge, her whole body flinching; her dark eyes widened, appearing as if she'd just received an electrical shock.

Suddenly, the Angel shot up to her feet, cutting the conversation short with a simple "[i][b][color=black]I... Must go deal with something[/color][/b][/i]" before vanishing away into a mist, leaving the Commander alone in the throne's chamber. Sariandi could only blankly stare at where the Angel once stood, a look of beweilderment plastered on her weathered face; while she felt confoundedly dumbfounded, she knew better than to question her Mother or her actions. "[color=708090]Yes, Mother...[/color]" she quietly confirmed.

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As Commander Farzorwyn approached the small humani village of Farborough, she basked in the sweet sound of silence before battle. Nary a soul could be seen, and the dark elf couldn't help but smirk at the cowardice of the humani - for she [i]relished[/i] in the sweet silence of fear/terror/illpickonelater. Sariandi stopped in the middle of the town square, appearing to be alone: It was a rude gesture, suggesting that this town wasn't worth the waste of any of Alithe's rescources. 

"[color=708090]If Chaplain Maxwell would surrender the Mekansm,[/color]" her voice sliced through the silence, "[color=708090]I'll [i]consider[/i] not slaughtering your entire town,[/color]" She ended with a mocking bow, her arms extended to either side of her as if she were bowing to the vain Duke of Wellborough. To add salt to the wound, Sariandi never bothered to draw her weapon, implying that she believed that she wouldn't have to go to such measures to crush the weaklings that stood in her way.

The Chaplain emerged from the Abbey, folding his arms over his chest. "I'll never let you get your filthy hands on the Mekansm!" he called, his voice sounding as if he had to [i]force[/i] the brave words out. Sariandi could only smirk as she raised her eyes to stare into the Chaplain: He was [i]scared[/i]. For years he successfully hid the powerful orb from the eyes of the Revenant, and now the Commander herself was on his doorstep with the very intention of ripping it from his cold, dead hands.

"[color=708090]I was [i]hoping[/i] you'd say that,[/color]" the Commander cooed as she straightened herself back up. Her smirk spread into a bloodthirsty grin as she again raised her arms by her sides, her hands resembling claws ready to tear apart their prey - a signal.  Almost instantaneously, a band of Revenant warriors sprung from their shadowy covers, their expressions matching their battle-starving Commander as they raised their weapons for battle.

The Mekanasm would be [i][b]their's[/b][/i].