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“[i]Councillor Gisgo[/i],” the light haired Ivalian, Barekbaal throatily addressed through sputtered coughs, “The fates are  against us and delaying any further will mean everything we've done was for nothing. There ...”

Tears began streaming down the Dorkim Kdoshim's face as she offered the Councillor a hug, “There is no other way.”

“[i][b]Barekbaal, no![/b][/i]” the Councillor screamed in horror, “Please!I forbid it. I … [i][b]under authoritative Median torat...[/b][/i]”

Her words trailed off into mindless gibberish as she began to hack into uncontrollable fits. Through labored attempts to stifle her tears, Barekbaal bravely repositioned along the debris along the upper staircase and shouted, “[i]As an authoritative figure of the Dorkim Ivalis Kdoshim Aloophim, this situation overrides the Median torat and has forced the decision of [b]toph[/b] to safely ensure that a Ivalian Councillor of the Four Hundred and Four returns to Midia to warn the Queen and the Council of Four and Four of Sarife's treachery. I, Barekbaal of the Ivalis Kdosim, invoke [i]Topheth[/i] in accordance with the Queen's decree, the Shophet's ten commandments, and Athirat's holy acceptance in preservation of the Council of Four Hundred and Four![/i]”

Sorrowfully, the surviving Ivalians, both aristocratic and bourgeoisie alike gathered near the center and began to repeatedly chant an odd and somber prayer, “We worship Athirat who presides over our beautiful Ivalis, in that we may have come hither with good omen as to this business of our own; on which we have come. Blessings and prosperity, ye Mother Athirat! Live forever and grant us your wise guidance; in that you may permit us to join our ancestors and family while our sacrifice keeps our peoples safe.”

The females amongst the Ivalian lot formed together into a circle around the beleaguered Councillor and embraced in comfort while the men offered a synchronous humming mantra. The light haired Barekbaal quickly made her way around the assembly and passionately embraced lips with each lady whilst brushing the men with kisses along both the cheeks. This followed with a harmonious acapella  between the high pitched ladies and the soft, low pitched chanting men.

The embraces quickly ended, where upon, Barekbaal disrobed and made her way around the circle in a frenzied sprint. Through each passing lap, the chanting grew louder while articulations hastened in enunciations. Each round, marked another rapid incantational elevation and louder came each chant until soon the sprinting Barekbaal began to sweep around the circle in a display of near impossible physique. The voices all spoke in complete unison and in a blinding rush, the Councillor wailed loudly as a large and thunderous boom engulfed the entire chamber in a large and deafening crack. Chanting furious, the Ivalians rose as one and completely disrobed as [b]a red pillar of fire[/b] ejected down upon the bawling Councillor before splintering off into separate streams upon each Ivalian's chest.

All at once, the Ivalians lurched forwards as one and all at once, many terrifying, ear-splitting screeches burst overhead. Within several moments, each Ivalian, save the Councillor, toppled to floor amidst the continuous, deafening shrieks. A strange sight soon followed suit as large grey shades emerged out of each Ivalian and split off in every direction; many rushing into the walls and ceilings to push aside the licking flames and fumes. Elsewhere, several shades rapidly rushed through the walls where moments later, ghastly screams and curses could be heard from the distant Chateau outskirts occupied by the Sarifen conscripts. Wincing through the deafening screeches, Lucius agonizingly lifted his ailing Al Mayrin companion off her feet and shouted heavily for the others to follow as he maneuvered through the windswept opening leading down into the cellars ...