DarkUmbra's power fane

[DrivS/DarkUmbra]

Shakilly, step after step, the dark figured hobbled through the seemingly endless wasteland in search of some place of refuge. What was it, what had happened? Obviously something terrible enough to shatter a few of his shadow-ribs, tear his skin off of most of his body, and weaken him this badly. He collapsed. The shadow ichor from his blood leaking from his gashed flesh.

He immediately attempted to summon his dark magiks, but as he began to sail into the air, he olso found that he began to fade, almost disapear altogether. Frightened, he stopped, and allowed himself to fall painfully to the ground. As soon as the flow of energy from using his magic stopped, he began to fade back in, becomming once again, solid.

After many more hours of wandering aimlessly, he came upon a city. Crawling now, he humbled himself into a building with a healing symbol on it.

"HEAL ME!!!! NOW!!!!!"

The frightened clerk shoved some herbs his way.

"I'M NOT POISONED YOU MORON!!!!! HEALING CHAMBER!! NOW!!!"

The clerk quivering now, pointed nervously in the direction of a large portal-like door. Two days later, DarkUmbra emerged, perfectly healthy. Walking up to the counter, the clerk demanded his payment. DarkUmbra lashed out with his whips, immobilizing the clerk for a few seconds, and left. He's against evil, but doesn't care about human law.

While he left healthy, using his whips left him once again, faltering reality.

WHAT'S GOING ON WITH ME?!?!?

[Triunis]

((Good t'ave you back.))

The rain dropping down out of the air onto the ground as though an ocean were falling was perfectly suited to Triunis' taste. He looked into the sky, his clear eyelids closed so that he would not get water in his eyes. A smile crossed his face.

Haven't had showers like this since I was on Kasyune . . .

Looking over towards the main square of the city, the monarch saw an etherial, dark-colored being emerging from a building which looked as though it was designed for restorative purposes. The creature had a haggard, self-tortured look characteristic of those who cared.

Hello, hello, what's this . . .?

Triunis walked towards the creature, but kept his distance. He could feel the microscopic creatures that made up his magical bursts forming at his fingertips, and hoped he wouldn't have to use them. Wearing the smile of someone who had very general plans which revolved around anyone nearby, Triunis called out to this creature.

"Ah! Hello, friend! What brings you to this pit within the
promised land?"

The Treachu knew several things about diplomacy. The first was that how you said things was at least as important as what you said. The second was that most problems caused by the first thing could easily be remedied with a large sword . . .

But what was he saying? His goal was to be peaceful, to live for love instead of greed.

When I love two people who both love me? Makes my life kind of difficult . . .