[u]During the Phantasmorgia[/u]

[i]Bez[/i] 

"Cowards! Weaklings! Fools!" Bez snarled, waving his sword in front of him. Rovaick made of blinding white stone surrounded him, having already cut down his people. He felt their spears and blades growing ever closer. How had it come to this? He had been so sure of the Chosen Rovaick's dominance. The others were so weak. So peaceful. How had they become so numerous? So emotionless and ruthless? "You've given yourself away! Sold your souls! You're not true Rovaick you bastards, you're statues! Lifele-" The blades entered his body and he screamed in agony. They stabbed into him again and again and he still couldn't die. The white light of all of the Rovaick in front of him grew to consume his entire vision, until all he knew was blinding whiteness and pain. 

Bez suddenly woke up, sitting up with a roar of anger and surprise. It was a dream. It had all been a dream. He looked around, staring at the night sky as it moved past him, shining with the Phantasmorgia, Grot carrying him and the army off into the night. The flames of another Hain village,turned to ash by Grot's flames, were quickly receding into the distance. They hadn't even been allowed to fight the Urtelem, Grot crushing them with his control over the earth as easily as a child knocked down dirt walls. 

Bez looked across the land, seeing the Nice Mountains grow ever closer. "Soon." He murmured, feeling the edge of his stone spear. "Soon."

[i]Tular[/i]

[i]Traitor...Traitor...Traitor...TRAITOR...TRAITOR!![/I] Tular suddenly awoke with the angry snarls of his dead family and tribesmen still ringing in his ears. He glared up at the night sky, the strange color going through it seeming to pulse in times with their snarls. It had brought back the nightmares, and that bothered him. No. That [i]infuriated[/i] him. The fury grew and grew until it seemed like it was going to consume his entire being. He stood and began to pace, unable to find anything to do with his anger. It was like a fire, burning through his body, roaring beneath his carpace. There was nothing to kill, nothing to fight. Since their defeat at the hands of the Urtelem, they hadn't done anything. He was so [i]sick[/i] of doing nothing. The fire burned down his arm and to his hand.  With a shout of anger, threw out his hand. A compressed ball of air shot from his hand and crashed into another Hain next to him. The unfortunate victim exploded in a violent shower of gore.

Tular paused for a moment in shock, looking at his hand, before baring his teeth in a smile. "This...this I can use.

[u]Present time[/u]

Vestec wandered around the planet, zooming about and looking for interesting events to catch his eye. This was how he found Slough, shivering in her pit. He looked around, standing next to the poor life Goddess. "My, my. What did you do here, Slough?" Vestec giggled, noting all the souls and power in them. "Interesting." He glanced down at the shivering Goddess. "You poor poor thing," Vestec cooed. "Forgotten by those who said they would be by your side. By those who offered you themselves, who begged you to never give up. You have been forgotten by those who claimed they were good and just and helpful." Vestec crouched down next to Slough. "But I haven't forgotten you. I haven't abandoned you. We outcasts have to stick together, and while I can't help you, I can bring people who should be able to. I will not abandon you, Slough. Never forget that."

[i]Illunabar, Astarte, Niciel, Vulamera. Slough needs help and surely one of you four or all five of us can do it.[/i] 

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-Bez has visions of terrible things happening to him porcelain Rovaick

-Tular is tormented by visions of his past family, and in his anger at them developed Destruction magic.

-Vestec found Slough, and told her she was abandoned and forgotten by everyone but him. Then requested aid from Astarte, Illunabar, Vulamar, and Niciel.

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