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[Color=silver][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Aklenroth's War Room
[Color=silver][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Tae] - Azriel, [Eviledd1984] - O'ner
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Umber's attention was on O'Ner. He could feel Azriel's curiosity, but found it to be natural and uninteresting. O'Ner however, this dark being was full of conflict. Umber had heard tales of undead that were unpleasantly fought for Aklenroth, but he would have never guess General Faister to be one of these sad yet beautiful creatures. To be aware of going against your own nature for all of eternity and unwillingly undoing all your good deeds in your time living, all while being trapped in a grotesque husk of your former self. 

Umber would remain close to O'Ner as his emotion was just delectable. Azriel info on Xenelith only confirmed what Umber had picked up on while in the war room with Aklenroth.

When it became apparent that the trio would need to travel by Amora due to O'Ner's inability, Umber snickered internally at Azriel's slight anguish. Her intrigue of the undead general had been replaced with revulsion.

[Color=silver]"Azriel, fly on your own if you must, but…"[/color] Suddenly in Umber's lower left hand appeared a miniature black silhouette of an angel flying just over his palm. He then presented an image of the same silhouette tired and struggling to keep itself up. [Color=silver]"You may end up trading away your strength for a sliver of freedom."[/color] Umber crushed the silhouettes with a crunch before they turned into black dust in his fists. These images were only visible to Aziriel as the choice was her own and her own alone. 

Umber moved to enter the Amora with O'Ner, allowing Azriel to make her choice. He did not wish to influence her in one direction more than the other. He just presented the cons of her choice so she would make a decision she wouldn't regret. The days of treating her like a child were far gone. He didn't mold the woman to be his minion. Azriel was much greater.

[Color=silver]"General… No one will be bothered if you decide not to participate in the bloodshed. However, if you choose to take action… be sure it is the correct one. I would hate to dismantle… No. I would hate to [i]explain[/i] why I dismantled one of our lord's commanding officers. The dismantling itself would be enjoyable."[/color]