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[Molly]

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So much to do…she thought to herself, as she arrived in Rivendell, to check on her house there.

She went from floor to floor making sure that all was secure. She stopped at the arcane circle and refreshed her meditations. Then she went out and decided to stop in at the Halfling for old time’s sake. As she walked up the steps she felt a strange but familiar darkness. She entered the door and the room was in disrepair as it had been in the past few years. She looked around towards the bar area and then spun as she heard a light thump against the dusty floor. Sitting at a table under the window was a figure cloaked in a hooded robe. She could feel the evilness emanating from him. He spoke, standing and moving to a table with two chairs. He removed his hood and she recognized him by his voice and stature as Darien Church, the Lich Lord. She stood watching him as he settled in his chair. He motioned to the chair opposite his as she moved slightly closer with cautious steps.

Joy and Sorrow…
The past calls to me.
Sit.

You have a past here of the living?
I prefer to stand thank you.

I knew this place…

She watches him cautiously.

It was here I showed a dear friend my first book…
“In Defense of the Virtues”
He is long dead…
His name is no longer of importance.

I see.

But yes…I sat in this room as did you and your lightsworn. And so I too…come to…remember.

I find it hard to believe someone with no heart would come here to remember old friends. Though that is my reason, I have a heart and have loved and lost many friends here.

You are foolish to partake in the “Consensus of Light”

She seems to smile slightly Is that so?

You of all should know what I am…

He lays his hand on the table revealing Azalin’s signet ring.
This time…we shall not fail.

I have faced your kind and lived to tell. She looks at the ring.
That is yet to be determined.

The Lich Lord is wiser…
Nazar…Azalin…Admoreth…
I am the consummation of history, the one the ancient prophets of Caina spoke of.
Since my birth Oblivion has groomed me for this moment.

You are having dilutions of grandeur, you should see a healer. She grins slightly amused by her joke.

Admoreth was weak…a heretic…He had forgotten the ways of Caina.

I would agree with that statement.

He himself was horrified at what I did to the wife of Aleph Aeirs…
He did not understand…
And so he had to be set down, along with his heretical order.
A mockery of all we stood for!
He slams his fist down.
The Daemon Lord stands at my side…

Careful you might break something…

Our legions grow…
Your children shall know, and you shall recall what might the undead possessed…

She looks down. Sorry I am not wearing boots and I don’t seem to be shaking in them if I were…

He laughs lightly.
You have heard of Skyfire’s daughter and wife?

A name might help… She raises a brow I know Skyfire.

Skyfire… King Talon showed such…cheek as you do now. And so his Queen and his Daughter…their heads sit atop pikes in my throne chamber.
Your sarcasm and wit will not anger me…I am no child.

We stand together…against you.

He cackles lightly.
I am the consummation of all things…You all will die in time…you all will become ours. Decay…Death such is the way of things.
The convergence shall finally be realized.

You do not follow the rules of life and death. You will meet your end.

I am the end…Countless realms have fallen to Oblivion’s will…Sosaria is but one of many.

In your dreams dead one.

It’s time has come.
He rises slightly.
Your foolish allies speak of land claims…My kingdom building…I have but one desire…One wish…
He walks slowly to her his eyes glowing crimson.
To see every Sosarian life…plant, animal and all else extinguished.

She stands her ground wrinkling her nose at the smell of decay.

Glorious Liberation from the cold chains of mortality… I am your messiah… Your liberator…

She laughs out loud.
You are but a thorn in my side.

He moves a gloved finger before her face.
The Aeirs cannot save you now she-elf…

She brushes it aside.

He cackles lightly.
Where is your Greypawn? Your Aleph? Your Ebonrune?

I do not need Aleph, his spirit dwells within all light bringers.

He cackles madly.
No…no…Aleph is ours.

As does Ebonrune and Greypawn.

I grow tired of constant attempts on Sanctus and House Skyfire…
Your scream entertains me so much more…

Their spirit of light will burn in our hearts for all time. You will never extinguish that flame.

Indeed…
We shall put that to the test…
You have just won the Lich Lord’s full attention She-Elf.
Walk in Darkness…
Kal Ort Por

Oh, She sarcastically puts a hand to her heart. I am so…um…impressed?
She breaths in deeply as the spell dissipates and his image disappears. She walks to the counter, then behind it. She takes out a very dusty bottle of elven wine and opens it. She turns it up and drinks deeply from it setting it back down on the counter…

And so it begins again…

She raises the bottle and toasts the air.

Aleph, Grey, Richard…I stand in your footsteps. May I be worthy of them.

She then drinks deeply leaving the half empty bottle on dust-covered counter top. She walks through the door, blowing a kiss to the wind in the direction of the Halfling.

I will be back my old friends. Now I must seek out our future…the Alliance of Light. she says as she casts Kal Ort Por.
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Grand Duchess Molly Kaldhel
Oracle of Truth
The House Gauntlet
Sanctus, Luna, Malas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXoGDbJ5nLU
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