[center][h3][color=olivedrab]Karla[/color][/h3][/center]
	[color=goldenrod][b]"Excellent! Let us tear this place asunder!"[/b][/color] the many-eyed beast responded to Richtor, clenching its clawed fists. [color=olivedrab]"Yyyeah, could we maybe keep the 'sundering' to a minimum, please?"[/color] Karla suggested, clearly expecting the creature not to pay her any mind. Ceol'Oggoth paused a moment, pondered—then, all of its eyes rolled back. [color=goldenrod][b]"I foresee disaster. A great tribulation by [i]lightning,"[/i][/b][/color] it declared unto the dreamers. [color=goldenrod][b]"Only our enemies need be struck, little one,"[/b][/color] Ceol'Oggoth agreed, seemingly trying to assure Karla. [color=olivedrab]"Yeah, I guess that works."[/color]

	[color=goldenrod][b]"Excellent!"[/b][/color] Ceol'Oggoth repeated, victoriously.

	...But, nothing happened.

	[b][i]Yet.[/i][/b]

	[color=olivedrab]"...Why do I ever get my hopes up?"[/color] Karla asked no one in particular. [color=goldenrod][b]"Patience, little one. You are yet a young mortal, and lack perspective. In the twinkling of an eye, these fools will be but specks of ash, a mere blemish in the radiant halls of time!"[/b][/color] it declared confidently, even as a pair of lesser dreamers not unlike the one Richtor had just made a mockery of cautiously approached the big eye monster that had seemed so intimidating at first, but must now have seemed an easy target.

	Now, it was Karla who rolled her eyes. [color=olivedrab]"Um. Help? Please?"[/color] she halfheartedly pleaded to Richtor. Something strange happened, though. For just a moment, she saw Richtor differently. She didn't see in the conventional sense, but in a sixth one—who he was, and what he was like, generally—and realized that Ceol'Oggoth was right. He was strong, perhaps just reliable enough to help, and if given the right motivation, just reckless enough to try. [color=olivedrab]"Uh. I can't do much, but I'll try. For what it's worth."[/color]