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[Color=silver][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Afternoon
[Color=silver][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
[Color=silver][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Torvi
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Umber almost found it impossible not to expose his delight of Torvi's feelings as they surfaced. So many loved yet so many perished. He could see all of those who were snatched away by death. He could feel the love that was now smothered in grief and pain gush from off of her as if she was made only from it. NOW… Now, he understood her feelings about death. It was not an end, but a destination where she could reunite with those she loved so dearly, but…

[Color=silver][i]What… What is this I feel? No. It couldn't be… How am I so lucky! To find another with that... fire! Rage! It's buried deep. Locked away. Powerful... but still it pales to [b]hers[/b]... Torvi… As much as I would love to see your rage unravel onto the Lich King, I'd much rather witness you suffer in the torture of undeath. I would bargain you would be even more entertaining than General Faister…[/i][/color]

Umber's dark thoughts hid behind his charming exterior. Unfortunately, Torvi found his talk of death to be unfavorable. She did well not to show it. She was [i]good[/i] at this, but her feelings would always betray her to him. He had unsettled her. A slip of the tongue.

Even then, Umber kept cool. Aklenroth wasn't the first to rule Avalia, and he wouldn't be the last. As rulers came and went, Umber would continue to indulge in the pain and suffering that naturally made itself available. He was prepared to exist as long as his pleasures did. He would break those with weak hearts. He would twist those with burning ones. 

[Color=silver]"Celebrated. Yes. Even if I'm not considered a loved one,  I would hope I would be honored in giving you your wanted celebration."[/color] Umber answered Torvi pertaining to death before smiling humorously. [Color=silver]"Perhaps that was too morbid. I would rather hope to possibly see you and Vaeril… side by side."[/color] Umber managed a wink before releasing Torvi from their dance with a graceful bow and freeing her from his grasp. 

Despite hearing some kind of commotion on the other side of the dance floor, Umber's gaze shifted towards Azriel as she unknowingly pulled his attention. He had just noticed it. A terrible thing indeed. She had lasted longer than all of the others, but even so, she had just reached what might be the beginning of the end. From her, he felt a flame. One that he loathed due to his inability to control it. It was but a flicker, but it would grow in time. All because of this [i]human[/I]. One he considered being weak and breakable. Was it [I]he[/i] who sparked it? This wild flame known as ambition...