[b][u]Jourstead and... Somewhere[/u][/b]

The Priest jumped from the stool and fell towards the floor of the cellar. He felt the whiplash snap his neck, hearing the sickening crunch, and then his final moments were looking towards the floor, paralysed as he slowly choked to death... And then he felt himself torn from his body, and felt a change in the air. He felt himself loose of his body, his spirit free. There was a deafening crash and he recoiled in shock as the walls of his basement were torn and the roof disintegrated, revealing Orfai's Void. His eyes widened in shock. He took a few tentative steps forwards, and saw a scrap of paper drift down from the void, as it passed he caught a glimpse of what it said

[i]YOUCANNOTSAVEHIMYOUCANNOTSAVEHIMYOUCANNOTSAVEHIMYOUCANNOTSAVEHIMYOUCANNOTSAVEHIM[/i]

He slowly walked to the door of his cellar, and ever so slowly opened it. Beyond that he saw floating stones, the body of Helgi floating past in the void, ever dead eyes. He felt compelled to head towards the gaol he could see in the distance. Every impulse in his body taught him to fear it, everything taught him to flee... but for some reason he couldn't explain he proceeded forwards. He leaped into the air and grabbed onto the edge of the first chunk of floating road, barely catching it and using all the effort in his body to climb up it. The priest looked to the platform below, a huge stretch of street that he recognised as leading to the graveyard. It was at least seventy meters down. There was no way he could get down safely!
And yet... he felt compelled to jump
And so he did, stepping off the edge of the chunk of rock... he felt himself slowly floating down, as though he were a feather falling to the floor. He landed and slowly walked along the street... He saw something move to his left, and he turned to regard it, finding himself staring off into the void as a lamppost floated by... He turned and felt himself chilled to the bone. Passing on the street was a hearse, through the window he could see an open coffin and within was his own, lifeless body, staring up at the roof. Beside the horse drawn hearse marched a procession of mourners, all frozen in time as though a perfect picture.

He slowly stumbled away from it, shivering in fear before finally arriving at the edge. There was rowboat suspended in the air, leading from this platform up to the gaol. He carefully walked up it and to the gaol and peered at it.

What awaited him was another macabre picture. The guard screaming in torment as he held the bars, himself cowering in the corner of the cell and Rufus standing, screaming as chains grasped him and one snaked around his chest, as though to crush him. All frozen in time like a picture. He heard a voice behind him, and turned to see a thin man with wispy white hair, wearing a morticians black suit and with his hands clasped before him

"Ah, Father Peterson. Who would have ever thought the towns most devout and pious man would end his own life, or be frozen in fear when chains came to consume one of his flock? Or maybe it was not fear, maybe you did it because inside you knew Rufus deserved everything he got. A child molester and murderer, nobody in Jourstead will mourn his passing... but his sister, far away in Crofton. She will not believe a word of those evil deeds. And still, nobody knows the full story." Father Peterson merely watched him with a surprised and confused look on his face, and the mortician smiled "I am Prince Orfai, Rufus' soul was owed to me. Kharathorr has taken it, stolen, you could say. But that's just as well, I was going to give it to Evarast anyway. Still, I should take another soul in Rufus place, and I have chosen [i]you[/i]." Father Peterson recoiled slightly in fear from the Prince of Ruin
"That... you can't do that!" He stammered as he backed away
"Oh but I can. If you would rather go to Kharathorr, or be judged by Evarasts bias then I will allow that. Your god is not coming to get you Father, your soul goes to the Princes now, and trust me when I say you do not want to see what the others would do to you. How does being a slave of Kharathorr forever sound? Eternal damnation from Evarast? Or maybe you would prefer Misyra and her Shattered Warrens? No? I didn't think so. Don't worry, your stay in Dremga will be pleasant. I even recreated your chapel for you, so that you will feel right at home... of course, I made a few changes to it. In time, I think you will come to appreciate Dremga..." Father Peterson felt someone softly touch his arm, and he turned to his left to see a young woman with flowing white hair and black eyes "Take him to Dremga, Sara... oh, and one more thing Father Peterson. Don't fret over Rufus' soul. After all, he's merely getting the punishment your religion would subscribe him to." Father Peterson opened his mouth to speak, but Orfai dissipated and he felt the gentle tug of the Void Walker. He turned and walked with her, and suddenly the void seemed to pass them by at an extremely fast rate, speeding across it so fast he couldn't even make out features around him.

They came to a small stone circle, carved into the floor was the Mark of Orfai and he felt the Void Walker release him. He floated to the edge and watched as she walked to the center of Orfai's mark. She came to a halt, raised her arms and began to speak in a soft voice, but the language she spoke in was a harsh one
"Unahzaal, hon or zul, heim fal mirad wah Dremga, dar kos fal zul do Sara" She said, and she took a few steps backwards as a portal opened, she glanced to him and gestured to the portal, and he took slow and careful steps towards it, before passing through

He found himself standing at the door way to his chapel, staring inside it. The former holy symbols had been replaced with the Mark of Orfai, and he frowned at the desecration. He turned and saw a village, it's people running around their daily business, and beyond that he could see stretching plains. One could be forgiven for mistaking it for the mortal world at first glance.

[b][u]Sibbi in Crofton[/u][/b]

Sibbi stared at the lights of Crofton in the distance, watching the stone carved city and plotting. He heard Orfai's voice from behind him again, and he turned to regard it
"Going to a party? Is that what you dreamed of on the streets? Wealth, beautiful women in the latest fashions, laughing and drinking fine red wine? But that's not what you're going for, is it? Lord Timothy Barker Jr, he's your mark, he told the Templars that your parents were heretics, he is the reason for their deaths, His parents host a party tonight, the finest families from the shattered west invited. What will you do with him, I wonder." Orfai said with a smile, and then folded his arms "You fascinate me, my little champion, go now and do what you will... but put on a good show, won't you?" Orfai dissipated with a grin, and Sibbi turned to the city.

He stood on the roof of a nearby building, looking in on the great manor house with guards surrounding it. Some of the most influential people from the Shattered West were here, and he needed to go right inside and avoid their body guards. In a puff of fire he vanished from the roof and reappeared just outside the servants quarters. He pushed it open and entered, peering around... empty, they must be at the party. He slowly walked inside and opened the servants access door into the manor house.
He could see into the party, dozens of noble men drinking and laughing... spreading rumours about each other, lying and flirting and spreading gossip. Sibbi walked into the halls of the party, not minding the strange looks the nobles gave him. It appeared they thought he was one of the servant boys however, and the guards left him alone for now. 

He proceeded through the hallways until he reached the grand ballroom and entered it. Through the center lay a huge table, with enough food to feed a town lain out across the table. Wines, roasted pigs... almost anything you could dream of. Around him he could hear all their talking, all their gossip. He began to speak, demanding that the Barker family be brought forwards, but no one paid him any mind, even when he yelled.

In a fit of rage he raised his hand and sent a wave of fire to the table. The foods flew from the table under the force, the glass melted and the table cloth caught fire. He ran forwards and jumped onto it. All the eyes in the room turned towards it and the nobles backed away in shock and fear
"Bring me Lord Barker!" He yelled, his demands booming through the halls, flames forming around him, a fiery blade forming in his hands and a flaming whip in the other. The nobles stopped for a moment, before they all began to scream and run, bashing into each other as they tried to flee through the door way. Sibbi cracked his whip, and it wrapped around the decorative gargoyle that hung far above the only entrance to the grand hall. With a pull he brought the gargoyle crashing down. It crushed a group of nobles as it landed and blocked the doorway. The others screamed and turned in fear towards Sibbi. The two guards who had been stationed in the room darted forwards and approached, but Sibbi sent out a yell and two fire Atronachs formed in the room. One tossed fireballs towards a guard, one of which caught him directly on the side of the head. He fell to the floor, screaming as he clutched at his burnt and now scared face. The other Fire Atronach grabbed the other guard and the guard screamed, trying to pull away as the Fire Atronach burnt through his uniform and scorched his chest.

And all the while, Orfai watched in fascination towards Sibbi's actions from within the shifting spires, looking on as the boy sicced the atronachs on the remaining nobles in the hall and began to search for his target, who had fled to his room. Orfai smiled...

Lord Timothy Barker Jr had fled to his room and locked himself in, quaking in fear as he heard Sibbi going through the mansion, butchering the guards and nobles at will and without effort. "Child from hell" he spat as he tried the windows, but he was too far up to make it down safely... then he heard a voice from behind him, and quickly turned to see a swirling void having formed in the room, speaking in a booming voice

"Here you are, Timothy Barker, in the high walls of your former stronghold, hiding from a small boy you once wronged. But you don't want to be incinerated within your home because of one small mistake, do you?"
"What kind of a question is that?!" Barker spat back to Orfai
"I can save you from Sibbi. If you give me the souls of all the ancestors from your great lineage... I would decide quickly, I can hear the boys footsteps approaching." The void said, and Barker considered for a few moments, and then heard a scream from just outside his door, and then a body thump against it. He turned back and spoke quickly
"Very well, now get me out of here."
"Ah... I can always rely on the selfishness of men" Orfai said, and then Barker felt himself falling through the world and the void...

He stirred and looked around the dungeon he had ended up in, stirring in fear... he tugged against his chains, and looked around... to find himself staring into the Mask of one of the Templars of the Order of the Aether.
"We found you with a contract, heretic. You thought you could make a deal with Orfai and evade us?"
"What? What is this! I demand..."
"You do not get to make demands of us, Heretic. Your deals with Orfai shall be your undoing" The Templar spat, cutting him off ashe drew his sword
"What? No! Damn you Orfai! You cheated me!" He yelled into the shadows and then looked to the Templar, begging "No. please, I didn't mean for this! I just wanted to..." He began, but was silenced as the Templar drove his sword from his throat, and Barker heard his final words
"Heretics shall find no mercy, in this world or the next"