[i]’[color=lightblue]Fear is simply the uneducated response to deception.[/color]’[/i]

[right]-Musings of Iarus[/right]

[center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i] Present - Moments After the Anomaly[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i] Val'dun the False Mirror[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]None[/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/center]


Dealing with someone as volatile as his elder sister is always a handful, so the unexpected teleportation had been almost expected oddly enough. Reading over the scroll of illusion given to him had provided some excellent ideas and suggestions on wielding this powerful art and it seemed as if he would get to use them. Out in the realm of mortals a great shift in the fabric of reality had occurred and despite the distance between it Iarus couldn't help but be curious to see what had caused such a fuss. Teleporting himself as close as he could to what he thought was the anomaly he discovered the castle of his shadowed sister within view. It was strange, why here? What possibly could be such a great disturbance all the way out here? Then he saw the spires. 



For a moment his curiosity got the better of him as he teleported closer to the towering monstrosities but the sudden sensation of another god in mid teleport flying with great speed away from the towers but other gods still surrounding it. Appearing cloaked invisibily Iarus masked his presence so none would disturb his studies of the thing. Fear... overwhelming fear was a new sensation for the Father of Lies and it was not something that he enjoyed either. He would have left that very moment content to work on his creations until a slight humming caught his ear

[color=gray][I]'Think of the power fear could give you [/I][/color]

That one phrase repeated itself over and over again in his head, even hearing all of his fears of being caught in all his lies all his work ruined if he continued forward, but the possibility of power was too much to withstand. And with his mind made up and his heart racing Iarus stepped out into the light of the spires. He could feel his very essence rip and pull away down to the very Chord that made him. Unraveling and fraying at every end the sensation of coming apart at the seams filled him with fear unlike anything ever imagined. But then something changed, a rewriting. The renewal of mind, body and soul an understanding of the the very foundation of fear...the look on mortals face when faced with terror the knowledge that even the gods have something to fear...this was power and he reveled in every minute of it.