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[Arakad]

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It was a long ride as he made his way from the Wailing Banshee in Umbra to Lakeshire. "We had forgotten the beauty of this land ... Ilshenar and its marvels"

~You are sentimental fool; they will kill you on sight you realize.~
"Perhaps." An on going conversation of the sort between himself ... and himself. Among the many other voices in the mans head, his own alternate personality, who has come to call itself in mockery - Exodus, always kept him company and focused. Even if it did tend to drive him to the point of madness most nights.

He rode the shadow horse through the fields of Compassion and north by north west towards the Lake and once ruined town of Lakeshire. Viewing over the distance of the misty lake he awed as the city came into full view. Gloved hands gripped the reins of the horse tightly as the shadowmare skidded to a stop.

~Scared to walk in on their happy homes? Or is that nausea in the pit of your stomach Fear of the Eternal slicing you down on the spot?~

"Silence. They deserve their peace, I realize now we no longer have a place amongst our kind." As he pulled the reins aside, ushering the transparent horse south around the bend once again. ~As though you truly ever had a place amongst the Pure, half breed~

Trying with all his might, the man did his best to keep the comments from affecting him. Digging his heels deeper into the ghost horse, needlessly, ushering it to run faster. Not from fear - but from the exasperation of having the air flow over his body - the bleach white hair waving behind him as he rides the currents towards the compassion gate. Stopping just as he approaches the shrine.

"Something we will never see again; and perhaps never feel again." Dismounting the horse, the man sends it back into the spirit worlds with a flick of his wrist. Making his way back through the moongate, and ushering towards Umbra once again.

~Getting fond of the place aren't we? There was a time you couldn't stay away; now you have come to find yourself calling it home~
"I haven't called it home"
~Not by voice by thought you have~

The Dark Knight marched up the battered cobblestone path towards the north Umbra bridge, looking at the shadow cast buildings in his passing. At one time this place did indeed feel like home ... a purpose was given to him. Become a Guardian of Oblivion and glory awaited him. Even though he would never fully become one of the Undead that roamed the area he still felt strongly pulled in the direction of Oblivion, nearly as strong a pull as was the urging towards the ways of Chaos.

Turning from the bridge, leather boots padded into the wet green grass, seeing a crumbling building just past the turn of the spacial rift. "Perhaps it is time we settled for a more convenient life style?"

His glowing blue eyes looking beyond the ruined building to where Chanel Hill once stood, now a Sepulcher dedicated to Umbra itself. "She's returned. That's what Miss Ciara said the other night... The woman that tortured me ... drained my blood and forced me to live in the frozen dungeon has now come back from a sleep herself... perhaps it is time to call a visit."

He made his way into the Sepulcher, easily and nimbly making his way across the frozen blood upon the ground, his glowing cat-like eyes looked over the body parts and frozen snow that sprawled across the ground. A shake of his head in disgust the man urged beyond the gruesome display and eyed the access to the upper floors. Stepping upon the runes of the teleporter, he flashed up to meet face to face with the pale man that Arakad assumed was standing guard.

A brief introduction between the two, he realized the men's aura from dealings with the undead previously. He then spied her... Ceinwyn stepped forth from the room she had been meeting with these prominent individuals, the pale beauty of the ice queen still much the same as he remembered from his past. Bidding farewell to the Cappadocians, he spoke with this Matriarch, realizing he's indeed missed much as they spoke of the past and where they've both been.

Then when the question came; he stood and bereft of what he should do or path he should follow he spoke a final phrase to her before returning to the new home he's claimed.

"As with the 'Order' before you - I do not bid loyalty to Titles, I protect my city; I protect my people, Matriarch, but I will stand at your side and protect both, you and Umbra for my Eternal life is bound to my words."