[center][h2][color=skyblue]Marque de Bourdeaux[/color][/h2][/center]
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[i]Trust me.[/i] These words resonated with Marque, echoing within the chambers of his mind again and again. Trust me. Trust me. Trust me. And trust he did. Marque bore witness to the stone shine with brilliant power, then manifest that power. A path was born, guided by walls of flame, so that his companions could yet escape. Relief swept over the young man as they approached behind the safety of flame. Yet the terrors has not yet ended. 

Before the actor could speak to his traveling companions, something new surprised them all, and darkness swallowed everything. His face stung with the sensation of moving air, as Marque and the others plummeted within the void. Instinct very nearly took hold, but he fought off the desire to scream, in order to calmly accept this fate. 

[i]Trust me.

[color=skyblue]I do.[/color][/i]