[i]’[color=lightblue] Humanity is such a strange creature to me. Their very essence is filled with so many lies that it's hard to tell if they even know what the truth is. Worst of all most humans lack conviction to pursue the fullness of the lie to make it the truth... perhaps it's time I created something new. Something with a spine... or lack thereof[/color]’[/i]

[right]-Musings of Iarus[/right]

[center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i] Months Prior[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i] Somewhere in the Rift[/i][b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]Dirka - [@Dealdric][/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/center]

The Rift had always had a strange sense of home to Iarus. While not within his realm of control, magic always held a strange connection with it and here at its center where it ebbs and flows a sense of peace. The Mad Musician and he had taken on what could be described as a master and apprentice and had even worked together on several occasions which resulted in creations that both gods used. It was nice to pick the brain of useful tips and not face ridicule belittling his intelligence, his last encounter with the White Star had come to mind. The Rift, however, was still as confusing as it's master which did little to help Iarus’ patience as he came with a specific purpose and the Rift was just as twisted as the one who created it.

[color=lightblue]”Sister!, I require your knowledge and expertise... I have a new project to work on!’[/color]

The realm itself seemed to shift and shudder as if the world around him heard and acknowledged his request.

[center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i] Present Day[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i] Val'dun the False Mirror[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b][i]none[/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/center]

The visit with Kymarat had proven about as successful as he had expected. Armed with the knowledge of his neighbor's movements the Murder King, as he had come to be known, had been quick to move and gain the upper hand. It would be far too late until he realized the truth behind his march and what the Grand Trickster was truly after. Back in his sanctum of the False Mirror Iarus continued work on his true plan, the creation of a race of snake men. These [i]TRUE[/i] inheritors of this world will be his greatest creation. 

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As he gazed upon his creation Iarus couldn't help but take in a sense of pride, but he knew there was more to do to make it so perfect... only a couple more ingredients to go.