...[i][b]Boom[/b][/i]...
[center]...[i][b]Boom[/b][/i]...[/center]
[right]...[i][b]Boom[/b][/i]...[/right]
	The drums beat loudly. The mountains reverberated with their mighty low voices. The rhythm was steady, in motion with the people humming in tune with it. A man approached a purple fire. He cleared his voice, which sounded like stones rending each other. Then he began to sing.

[center]"...May our song be heard,
by our mistress's bird,
may we sing to her desire,
us her faithful choir.
   We give her our pay,
so we don't become her prey,
let her madness wash away,
our worries today,
so we can seek her blessing."[/center]

	The fire roared higher and higher. Wisps were circling above, their giggling laughter putting them in awe. The drums stop, but music was still heard, emanating from the fire. The fire took female shape, and soon, their mistress stood before them.

	Dirka the goddess of magic was in a jolly mood. She was humming and doing motions with one her hands with the song. She opened an eye and stopped humming. She was taller by a foot compared to most of them and she saw that some were in much awe, but only the young. She went to the middle age man who had sung, who was on his knees currently, and she crouched next to him. [color=#9400D3]"Deruga? My sage? My florescent imp? Why the formality? You should be raving madly, not bowing boldly! Up with ya', and give the proper magicians greeting![/color] She dragged him up, startling him. She kissed him square on the mouth then smacked him. He smacked her back, though hesitantly. They snapped their fingers and orbs of light floated above both of them, Deruga's being green and Dirka's a pure white. The orbs vanished, and Dirka giggled. She licked her lips and laughed some more. [color=#9400D3]"You've been greeting many lately! But is that a hint of romance I taste? Oh, but enough small talk, what's the pleasure of this Tirade?"[/color] He sobered from her aura of madness temporarily to speak clearly. "My lady, we, your bumbling choir, wish to ask a request. We ask to curse a man who has stolen from us." Dirka's eyes grew wide. The wisps all turned red, and Dirka began twitching with rage. Then, like a bomb, she burst. [color=#9400D3]"WHHHHAAAATTTTT!!!??? AND THEY GOT AWAY WITH IT??!! NO ONE STEALS FROM DIRKA'S CHOSEN PEOPLE!! THAT'S STEALING FROM ME!!"[/color] She was making the fire rage behind her, the wisps making a painful sound. The sorcerers were getting a rise as well, huffing, growling, snarling; all planning the thief's demise. She stopped and smiled evilly. [color=#9400D3]"Who is the thief?"[/color]
	Deruga was the person to answer. "A warlock by the name of Kil'Tor, my conductor. He came seeking knowledge, but he lied and only wanted the Seer Stone." Dirka gained a mad and evil smile.
[center][color=#9400D3]"Go, my knights...
into the forbidden night.
Cast your eyes East,
where my brother beasts,
controls his pets.
  Go in sets!
Go like a torrent!
Out with a warrant!
Don't come back!
don't you slack!
Until I'm satisfied,
that his mind is mystified![/color][/center]

	Four beings came out of the ground. Grey skinned, on all fours with six purple eyes, teeth like grindstones, and they seemed to slither under their skin. The Elder Mimics. [color=#9400D3]"Take these Deruga. A creation made by me and my pupil, the god of lies. I like irony, and these things do nothing but lie and steal. Yet they are loyal to any who use magic. The god of lies doesn't care about them like I do, he sees them as little use after he got what he wanted from them. But now, they are under your heel Deruga. Instead of cursing the man, I give you a step up! Kill him like the lying snake he is![/color] and with a snap she vanished.

	[@Rune_Alchemist]
	She appeared in the library, on a table in a very revealing position of her figure with her current cloth on. She picked up a stone tablet of the table that said something about birds. [color=#9400D3]"Hello brother! Any new developments~?"[/color]