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[center]"Without balance, there is chaos...and while chaos is fun and all, what kind of ruler would I be if I can't control my own subjects?"[/center] 																				
																					-God of the Underworld

	This was Kheraket's task. To maintain the balance of the dead and the living. The largest task he had accepted in his entire life. Maybe he was out of his league here, but if he was he didn't care - this was the only way he knew for him to see his parents again.

     But in the meantime, he had been convinced by some friendly stranger he met on the street to try and enjoy this "tournament" that was being held. It was that same stranger that had stopped Kheraket from almost jumping into the arena as he saw various children pummeling each other into the dust. "Hey, now! They'll be fine," he said as he grasped Kheraket's shoulder, "they won't hurt eachother too bad, this is a professional event!"

[color=steelblue]"But why are they [i]trying[/i] to hurt each other?"[/color]

"It's for fun. We do this every year." he explained as he watched, wide-eyed, a spectacularly fun moment. "You must be new here?"

Kheraket was indeed new to Rhea. He was new to civilization entirely, to be technical. Since he was spit back into the earthly realm, he had been working a low-wage job as a shepherd on a farm in the countryside, to sustain himself until an unsavory event reared its head. However, idleness in the face of a task did not suit him. So he headed towards the place where he felt the most inter-dimensional spirit travel: [color=f7941d]Rhea[/color].

[color=steelblue]"Indeed, I-"[/color]

"HOLY SH-"

There seemed to be something wrong. Something had happened and Kheraket could see tournament officials running towards the battlegrounds as one student in particular was drawing them in. He didn't know her name, and couldn't see her expression from so far away. But he could see her injuries, and her posture. They were not befitting of each other. She rose one hand skyward, launching an attack to the heavens, or rather, the protective barrier. It faltered.

The announcers assured the audience that this spectacle was OK, but Kheraket wasn't so sure. Something felt wrong. Especially something about that fiery girl who had just flown away in the chaos.

He looked back and saw that his stranger was gone. And quite a few people were getting up and shifting around as well - it seemed like the tournament was over, then.
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[center][sub]Present[/sub][/center]
	After some time of snacking on a churro and wandering back inside the stadium to explore the vendors, whom some of which had left after the events, Kheraket had decided it was time for him to go-

He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt a cold, deep tingle wash over him. His gaze snapped to an empty space ahead, and his eyes growing blank, as if they were unfocused...or incredibly focused. He had known this feeling more than a few times - and he didn't like it. But at the same time, it meant the opportunity for success. The opportunity for redemption. The feeling was that of someone plunging their hand into the Underworld.

He dropped his churro and brandished his staff as he briskened into a jog down the hallway.

When he heard a voice. "..I will try to leave you alive... for the time being." 

Kheraket stood in the doorway, looking upon the scene of the Medical Pavilion.

He held out his staff, the orb atop it, along with his eyes, glowing brighter in tone until they each reached a bright, vibrant blue. [color=steelblue]"Excuse me. I am afraid I can't allow that creature to harm anyone."[/color]  he called out to the man, his voice echoing in on itself, and through the room more than it should have. The Draugr stopped moving - but it didn't vanish, as it should have. Kheraket frowned.

[color=3D59ba][i]Interesting...something is keeping the creature held to this plane. Something I cannot quite disperse. But I can feel it quivering. Surely this masked man is not more adept than I at plane-tethering...[/i][/color]

Unfortunately, the combined efforts of Diana's magic and the cultist's manipulation was enough to keep the beast material. For now. Even more unpleasant, however, is that Kheraket's tampering would likely not allow one to control it. So...

The creature staggered in place, towering over everything near it. It seemed somewhat sluggish - Kheraket had been able to slow it down, but its strength was still very much there. Still a formidable threat to anyone too close.

[color=steelblue]"Riveting.."[/color]  Kheraket's glow lessened in intensity as he focused on something else.

He didn't know what was going on, but what he did know is that he could see a group of bandaged kids through the torn fabric on the other side of that [i]beast[/i]. A beast that did [i]not[/i] look friendly.

And then its presumed summoner, the masked man.

[color=steelblue]"You."[/color] Kheraket pointed with his staff. [color=steelblue]"Necromancer. I adjure you to come with me. At once."[/color]