Within the Mind of a Creator

[Rayeth]

If one were to be fortunate enough to witness a young creator in his natural habitat he may see Rayeth floating on in his little blip of an existance. Lost in the essence of darkness surrounding him, his own universe just waiting to be formed. It is in this time he takes so frequently, to set things in order within his mind, that the worst and most frightening things seem to find their way to the cliff of his intuition. They would be even so bold as to dance around him and urge him to take the first jump.

All and nothing... everywhere and nowhere at once.

This was the type of place he had made for himself. And it was in this place where the subconcious mind becomes reality and the true place in which he floats along aimlessly is the world lingering just on the other side of the blindfold which he has created and wrapped around his own eyes.

Now even more peculiar would be if the observer could wander into his thoughts. Maybe even to catch just a glimpse of the daily eternity which flows on through. One might see an army of fire and stone carving out reality... one might see the seas churning as the creator stands on the soon to be shore... But one thing could be sure in the mind of the almost-not-quite-god. That the powers he once called warlock magic has learned a new name when in his hands. For it no longer burns within the distant lands as he sets his hands ablaze. His fire comes from no where... his shadow comes from within.

The legion... the Arelith... the war...
Running through his head like the threads of fate. Ever so eternal... ever so crucial.

Now the truth might be reserved for those of solid enough mind to comprehend what actualy is to be seen upon the ethereal plane of this creators mind. That there on the edge of it one cannot see a warlock and a demon of lust and pain.

Are you strong enough to see what truly lies on the edge of the creators mind?

[Rayeth]

Distance becomes time as energy becomes substance.

Awakening from the enigma in which he calls creation... he can find himself in a familiar bed of the rest in peace inn... As his vision reattunes itself to the fog we so often call reality. His angel turns to ashes. His spirit back to mud.


Uncanny one might find it, that is if they could see things as he does, that such a creature could remain within solid state of mind. Each day watching himself turn to what he truly is. A monster... not even the transcended conscious of this sousltealer could deny it. He was thick as tar and black as the infinately spinning neutron stars in the far reaches of the universe.

"He" is a term I use often when refering to this beast. "He" is not the body, but the soul. "He" is that which is ever so beautiful... and ever so deadly. The crimson mark that even horror itself... has learned to fear.

Does "He" Truly know it? Can "He" Truly understand what is within his power... let us hope not. Or... at least let us hope his mind stays free of endless, hopeless darkness that we seldom can refuse as it stimulates us so during the event in which it creeps into our hearts. In that moment of ecstacy our very spirit changes. The fabric of all we could hold dear has begun its spiraling downfall into ruin.

Inevitable... one inside the mind of the creator could think. Or should think, rather. Warlock was a tittle he had forgotten. For he was no longer among the fools. No longer among the endless study-whores who aspire so greatly to tear themselves apart. Turning to what some of us can call a threat... Rayeth is now just that. The corruption of his art is upon him full blown. The withering he endures is seemingly endless... and so for time eternal he throws himself. Escalating to a creature of infinite ego... infinite spirit... even the brink of infinite power. He is complete... "He" is complete.


Yet "He" is not alone. Maybe his surroundings can help him... if the surroundings would be wise enough, or strong enough.

But enough of what time has in store for this creature... this creature which the cosmos themselves peer down on in awe. Almost mockingly. As if reality made a bet with the cosmos. And as if all the mysterious forces we take for granted on a daily basis were just sitting by... wondering which side to root for.

Amusing... Really it is.

A million faces, each a million lies
For each and all a chrome disguise
Prompt for action, force reaction
Embody promise in a sheen so pure
hurt, the measure of blind ambition
the testament to your singular disease
against all wisdom you heed no warning
your desires giving you away

Your actions turn conquest to dust
in portents of fate you foolishly place trust
sense fear in your broken breathing
resort to shadows till your body expires
all creation has the promise of heaven
and still you travel the road to hell
i'm saying nothing for the good of myself
but I'm still talking and you're not listening

If I could change your mind
i wouldn't save you from the path you wander
in desperation dreams any soul can set you free
and I still hear you scream
in every breath, in every single motion
burning innocence the fire to set you free

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Now one sitting high above the clouds... or those waiting in the nexus of time. Waiting all the time away. Were to look down as he said this to himself I can only wonder what they would say.
Was he right? Given that this applied to all other beings he hid within during the day. Was he right? Why I think that's exactly what they'd wonder.

Now slipping into his robes he turns around to see what has become of his angel in disguise. It had been but a moment, how could anything have changed? Now quantum field theory tells us that against all probabilities it would be if she would be anywhere other than laying where she was. Naturally, the laws of physics held true and she was no different. Looking at her could seem to be somewhat wearing on the creators mind. For this finely tuned chord called fate had been struck just right. And in doing so let forth a beautiful harmony between demon and demon. Demon and demon? Surely no... demon and undead. Yet forces none could begin to fathom hold this creature together. His mind intact. And so therefore I consider him no less demon than sargaeras himself.

Demon and Demon

Maybe it was his excessive care for others that would begin to send him down a path to darkness. Maybe it was that he failed. His ambitions of transcendence of not only body and mind, but existance itself were far too much for him. And that failure was simply the only option. Or perhaps the pitfall he is about to endure is coming for a reason. Fate supplied craftsman with the proper tools to build the machine. And now that it is complete... fate has decided to supply the arsenist with the ammunition.
A weapon? Perhaps... or maybe a vessel.

And we shall have to sit back and watch as the eternal eyes watching down from the heavens do. Now do not let the suspense get to you. For it was all predestined. At least... some philosophize that it is.

Let us sit and watch it all unfold my eternal bretheren. Let us watch the transition from ordinary to out of control... Within the mind of a creator.

[Rayeth]

How could this have happened?

It was all going so well.

His mind was inpenetrable.

His soul was at home.

He had love by his side.

And friends in his eyes.

Nothing... Nothing at all...

Is Indestructible.



And we shall now see why I speak these words.

There in the tavern, like every other day, he sits with a glass of wine before him. His scythe leaned up against the table. Just watching... watching the patrons. Niethan and sulajin argue about something. About what he does not know, but it is of no importance. A drunken tauren sits at the bar.

Ah... beautiful is it not? What he can call home. Yet something stirs that few, if any, can see. Behind his smile and his glass of wine sits a creature few could even conceive.

Some could call this beast a living nightmare. Some could call it a strange idea that some philosopher created to depict the essence of unstable evil.
But I have created a unique name for this creature. His name is Rayeth.

Surprised? I doubt it, most people reading this could have predicted where that was leading, but I disgress.

I have spoken about the downward spiral that fate had planned for this saint. It will now begin. Strap on your seatbelts, put on your demon repellant cause here we go.

Ah yes... the beast I spoke of. Elevated to a level where evil and good cannot begin to pull it in either direction. A swirling storm of darkness and blood. Having no shape it sprouts limbs and faces at random, returning to a somewhat normal state equally as fast. It reaches out desperately trying to grab on to anything it can. Screaming for help, showing all possible feelings on all possible faces. Some of its arms will shake, some will give a friendly wave. Some will lash at all they can reach. And some will simply have nothing better to do than tear themselves to shreds.

Oh such a curse it would be to those who could hear it. I would be equally as empathetic to those who could see it.

Now lets skip ahead abit...

"Nissi... I have something I want to give you. Though, I am not sure you are ready." Said Rayeth.

Nissi simply looked at him and smiled. "Well then wait untill I am ready"
Not the answer he was looking for. Something along the lines of "A present?! Really?!" Would have hit the spot. "Well... Would you like a sample?" He asked. "Sure" said nissi, (now that was the right answer)

And so began the first loss... Love.

Reaching into his bag, Rayeth pulled out a bottle with a piece of paper in it.
Setting on the table as he took his seat next to nissi. "Relax... Now I want you to take my hand, trust me, remain calm." Said Rayeth, his eyes sincere. Across the table sat his lover, Glynnia. Her bright blue eyes wearily watching Rayeth's actions. "Take my hand..." Said Rayeth.

Looking across the table you would see Glynnia. Her eyes fixed on nissi, shaking her head rapidly as if to say "HOLY SHIT DON'T TAKE HIS HAND!"
Too late, Nissi's hand was taken. And within the same moment the warlock forced his other hand onto Nissi's forehead. Her empty eyes took on a white glow and she arched her back in pain. "Stay calm... it will pass." Said Rayeth. His voice beginning to darken and carry a horrifying taint. Only an idiot would remain calm. But as he said... the pain stopped. However if you were sitting away from them watching the event, you will still look at nissi and swear that she was in a horrible situation. Her back straight, her face expressionless, and her empty eyes glowing white.

"Now tell me what you want to see... " His origional voice nearly lost.

"I... I want to see what it's like to be happy" Said Nissi, her lip quivered as she spoke.

I could only imagine what he showed her. The poor soul... practically begging for some sort of relief from life. Happiness she asked for. No wonder our horrid shambling monster of a warlock has taken a liking to her. The only creature on azeroth with one wish, happiness. And means of gaining it involve only happiness. Alas... such a wish is doomed from the start. To gain happiness without hurting others from time to time means that happiness must be a gift. Thank the light that the warlock did not see her plee as a wish for death. For he would have given it.

But we have forgotten about the succubus. Glynnia. How did she react to seeing this? As our camera is able to turn back to her it is able to discover that she had disappeared. She does this often, I wonder why. But if I had to take a guess I believe it would be to hide her tears from others.
A demon who cries? Yes this will be explained soon.

Am I still awaiting, for transluscent minds...
Am I still missing, the sunlight.

"Maybe... you are ready for my gift..." Said Rayeth, his eyes closing and opening slowly.
He took his hand away from her forehead, her eyes lost their glow. And as he slid the bottle, which he previously placed on the table, towards her she simply stared into his eyes. "This is a page from my spellbook... Devour, Rise and take Flight. It will show you anything you ask it to show you... The false things it shows you are not lies. They are the truth behind what you thought was true." Said Rayeth, with little expression on his face.

Taking the bottle nissi uncorked it and removed the page. Unrolling it her eyes seemed to glue themselves to the surface, watching the dark markings skitter about. "I want you to ask it a question. Ask it to show you what sits before you." Said Rayeth.

And by the gods... Nissi did what she was asked to do. Poor soul.
The markings on the page she held began to swirl together. And so it was revealed to her... A horrid shamble of screams and darkness. That is what sat before her. She... She smiled? How could it be that anyone or anything could smile upon seeing this. It blows my mind. The beasts of the clouds looked down on her. As they watched her smile at the one thing capable of bringing them fear, they were inches away from striking her down out of jealously. But the angels are not yet what we speak of. Wait... count to three... Ok now we shall speak of them. Or, one of them that is.

Invisible as the eye could not see, sat an angel in the basement of the tavern. Though out of sight, she certainly was not out of sound. There was nothing around to help dry her tears, and so she continued to cry.
Now if the piece of paper in Nissi's hand were to be asked a simple question, it would show us something we would not believe. That question is, "Show me Glynnia" Hah! There it is the question.

Shall we explore the nature of this demon? No, but we can explore the nature of this angel.

There she is. The Hero of the story. What's this? Sitting down in the dusty dark basement of the Rest In Peace tavern, gently crying. Why do you cry beautiful angel? "Because fate is cruel" Cruel? Fate has given you so much. It has taken out of the hells, it has given you a life here on Azeroth. Capable of pleasures unknown to the other celestials. "Yet it is cruel" Explain. "He used to think it was meant for us to come together. I felt the same way. But he's lost it... He's gone crazy. He no longer cares about me, nor does he remember how he saved me. He only knows one thing now... that he is on his way to becomming a god. That's all he wants and it has ruined him." Oh... thats too bad. Did you ever think that maybe its your turn to save him?

Seems that did it. After asking her that the tears stopped. She picked her head up and tried to smile. Though the smile failed I knew she wished she could. So it was suffice.

Spinning around in her head the thought burned brightly. Maybe it was her turn to save him... and fate wasnt cruel. Did fate know that only he could save her and only she could save him? Perhaps... Or maybe fate was just thinking "Rayeth + Glynnia = LOL" Let us hope fate is not familiar with popular internet phrases.

And so that ends this portion of time wrapped up in burito form.

I'll see you all on the darkside of the moon.

[Rayeth]

"Come" she said. "Destroy" she said.

"How could I not listen? Fate you are a monster I say... Even now I reach up to the heavens for hope. But no response comes to me. I hate this."

Graceful are those watching over us. And they do have empathy, they certainly do. Rain. What is rain? Scientists know that it is the percipitation of condensed water vapor. We are not scientists here in azeroth, so we will choose to ignore such a perposterous idea. So rain down on us they shall, the tears of our makers. Cry again for this soul dear makers. He diserves your love now, he could use your love now.

All this time I have spoken about him... even spoken to those around him. I have not had the idea to hand the pen and paper over to him. Untill now.

Is it my turn? Have the gods given me my chance to spill myself for one brief moment? "Yes they have" I said to him.


"oh my love..." he said as he reached out to touch the cold glass screen which held her face. In his universe he sat with a glistening device from the future before him. Nothing but swirling darkness bathed in blood. There he sat with his television. Tears streaming down his face as he saw through the eyes of his body. What's this? I can hardly believe what he sees himself doing... His hands wrapped tightly around his lovers neck. The succubus arching her back. Her face turning blue. As he glances around the tavern the patrons simply stare at him. Shocked but too afraid to take action against such a beast. "No! No!!" He screamed, jumping out at the television. Pounding on the glass. "Oh god help her!" He screamed in desperation. As cruel as he thinks fate is he could not deny, fate had saved his lover from his madened clutches.

A scene few could watch without tears. His still human spirit lost in the darkness of his destroyed undead body, and trapped within the darkened husk of transcendance that resided beneath the surface. Pounding his head on the glass. No control over the creature he called himself. His sea of cinder and shadow would do no more than point and laugh as all hope was poured out of him and into his body for one last bit of control.

I could only imagine how it must have felt to rise back into his own eyes to find himself strangling his love. What else could he do but run? Ah look at him now... hands contorted, expression horrified, and every muscle trembling. I wish I could have something good to say to those watching him run out of the tavern shaking his contorted claws in rage. Alas... I'm just the writer. What power do I have? Actually I've got all of the power, but that's no fun to just solve all the problems right away is it? Hah, of course not. Let us continue.

Oh beautiful angel. Please don't cry. "I love him..." Of course you do.
"How can I save him?" I dont know... but as he would say. Time will tell.

"Time will tell?"
Ah... now she's catching on. Perhaps he's not all gone... Maybe there is a way for him to reach us here on the outside. As the warlock says, Time will tell. Glynnia was saved by him and continued on to become as wise as he was. Maybe that wisdom was passed for a reason. As she who created the idea of cleverness, fate certainly is clever beyond clever. I wouldn't put it past her to weave such a thing. Time will tell.

Sanity. It had been slipping for awhile. Now it is lost. Some people use the word misplaced instead of lost, but they can rot in hell. Sanity in this case, is LOST.

I find myself under a sudden frustration that prevents my ability to write. Toodles.

[Rayeth]

((Warning, this section may contain graphic scenes. Reader discretion advised))

I doubt I can continue to write this straight through the end. I feel the effects similiar to those our friend Rayeth is feeling. Strong beyond belief he must be to whitstand what I can hardly imagine. What I had seen as torture was only a vision. A movie perhaps directed by some consumer whore of a writer trying to attract fans through extreme overstimulation of violence and gore. Ah but I am no such person. Infact I am only here to speak of the true violence and gore which is taking place. You can choose to read what I have to say and be changed from within. Or you can simply blow me off. It's your choice and I don't give a damn which you choose. I can't bare to write this.

But his story must be told.



"Was this meant to be? Was I supposed to lose myself like this... No it couldn't be. And if it could... what of those I love?" Said the tears of our warlock. His human side sitting down in the darkness of his outter shell. The demons around him, his perception of the faces he surrounds himself with. The true colors show themselves down here. The true demons are not nightmares down here... they are friends. Like the friends that gave you pot in highschool... you knew they weren't your friends, yet you needed them anyway.

I feel we are beginning to focus on the warlock abit too much... That may be dangerous, just look at what it's doing to me. Gluing me down to this seat to pour the flood of creativity that surges down my spine and into my fingertips. Yes... to pour that creativity forever. That is my new purpose. Just as Rayeth had gained his new purpose in undeath. To be the wish granter. The one who could be all and nothing, both hatred and love. As his purpose ruined him I feel it may ruin me as well. But I digress. None of you care about me, you want to hear more about the warlock correct? Ah, silly of me. Of course let us continue.

We'll turn our attention away from the angel. We'll turn our attention away from the warlock. Let us look at his peers.

One who could see the camera shooting this film would see an ocean of characters flowing across its lens. I wonder if they would recognize the soul it is about to stop on... Maudib.

Yes Maudib of the blackwind. Member of The Immortalis. Along with Nissi who rayeth had bestowed a gift of sight. More gifts will come soon...

Maudib of the blackwind. A good example of how not to be. A torturer under employ of the dark lady. Tactical espionage shadow. Yes. A rogue you would think right? Hah! Tricked you! He's a priest. Yes a priest of astounding skill. Walking freely through the halls of his enemies. He soothes the minds of his enemies to the point where they are just so content they'd not waste their time chasing him. How about keys. How does he get the keys he needs? Why mind control of course!

Maudib is the type of fellow who isnt sure about what he sees. The type that freezes on the question. "Is it real or is it in my head?" He just cant be sure. Though now that madness seems to be upon the main characters of this story full blown it is viable to accept that this priests madness is our new friend. I'm just so excited! I can't help but reveal the ending! Yes yes he is the answer!! Haha! Alright... I need to cool down... Don't lose yourself you crazy man behind the keyboard.

Assuming I had not revealed that maudib was the key to the whole thing... We'll continue. Let us skip ahead in time my friends. To the point where maudib falls directly into place. It will be beautiful I assure you.

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There in the tavern there sat the warlock... Not the spirit, just the grotesque husk. Hands claspsed and at his chin, the little slits of light he calls eyes stare outwards, cold and blank. The large fiendish scythe he drags around like an ogre dragging a club lays up against his table. The shadows seem to take a liking to where he sits. The shadows cast on the wall behind him are not his. Ah but the blind who carry around eyes cannot see this. They only see his usual shadow, sitting upon the wall as he does in his seat.

Oh but those who could see what his presence does to time itself. I shall introduce such a creature to you. His name is Skolir. A young tauren hunter, blind but not without sight... For some of you that goes right over your head. Ah, but what can I do?

This creature sits there and flirts with his little crush. An orcish woman named Keems. Though his heart is fixed on the display of soft green skin and cute little tusks, his mind cannot help but pay attention to the swelling of bad energy across the room. What does he see? I'd usually tell you to ask him yourself, but that would ruin this part of the story.

The beast sits there on its throne. Not yet can little skolir see the beast in its true form, but he can see the shadows cast on the wall behind him. Scenarios begin. A council of conspirators behind this warlock point their fingers at him. The following things I cannot begin to describe, only that he who saw them thought they were really there. He jumped to his feet and glared directly at the infamous warlock. His white eyes finding nothing, but his mind seeing all. The scene shifted. A horned shadow of a creature falls to its knees grasping its head in pain. It shifts once again. This time the scene is abit more violent. An entity has another pinned down by means of some large creature... with what looks to be the shape of a knife, the fiendish figure begins tearing at the eyes of the victim. The scene ends.

"What the hell?!" Yelled Skolir. Rayeth knew just what he was commenting on. "So you see them... do you young hunter?" He asked, no expression coming to his face. Only the eerie sound escaping from behind his clasped hands. "What manner of man are you good warlock?" Asked Skolir.

Just a sidenote, I rather like skolir. He knows just the right tone to use in order to avoid upsetting the beast.

"I am a monster without soul. Darkness, light... it's all nothing to me anymore. I am a demi-god. A granter of wishes... No force can push or pull me in any way... You speak to he who has made worlds... He who has destroyed the indestructible. A member of the bronze dragon flight. I can be your virus... or I can be your savior. Choose wisely." Said Rayeth. I cringe when I hear him speak. He once had a soft voice. Though now it has found a horrid taint resting on it. Like another voice masking his own, a demons voice.

The conversation that followed between the two was of sight. What does it truly mean to see? Ah... that is what young skolir must learn. For he wishes to see and Rayeth can give him just that. Though is it truly what he wants? Skolir is extremely concerned with vision... though he already has vision. He can see the light hiding in the dark. One capable of truly understanding that good and evil are one in the same. But he will sacrifice that. It's a shame that he will.

"So I understand that is your final decision then..."
"Yes sir, I wish to see. I will not change my mind"
"I think you should sleep on it young tauren... There is no going back. Remember what I said to you... you lack vision but not sight. Now go, sleep on your decision"

Poor skolir. He didn't take our dear friend Rayeth's advice. Though the real Rayeth is gone... his intelligence remains. So does his wisdom. So does his power... but the real being that controls the body is locked away.

I'm sorry young tauren... But you are about to curse yourself with the gift of sight. This is when the story is no longer in my control. The pages of this book now turn by themselves. I must apologize to all of you readers hoping there would be a sound mind to make sure it all turns out ok. For there will be no such person. This train has derailed.

The next day...

"Sir... My decision has not changed."
I must watch in horror as this event happens. I'm sorry skolir.

The eyes of that creature went dim for a moment. The candles on his table slowly dimmed and went out. And as he stood the smoke from those snuffed candles followed him. Swirling around him as if it were afraid to go out into the world by itself. Clinging to him for protection.

The shadows in the rafters overhead began to condense. A lumbering voidwalker floated down and behind skolir. It then grabbed his arms and pinned him down on the table.
"What are you doing?!" Yelled Keems.
"Giving him his gift." Said Rayeth in a soft voice. His eyes no more than slits of light, a sign that he was in a bad mood.
Rayeth then drew a knife and approached skolir. Into the pouch to his side his other hand crept, pulling out a bottle of white liquid.
"Get away from him!" Screamed Keems once again just as she started to charge at him. Though she just wasn't ready for his abilities... the voidwalker merely flashed its eyes at her, and she was knocked back into the bar, bumping her head and knocking her out. It was this quick event that the few others in the tavern were thrown into shock. A young forsaken warrior drew his blade to stop the warlock, but a mage by the name of skyze knew better than to let the warrior finish his charge. With a flick of the wrist skyze transformed the forsaken into a sheep.

With nothing to help the tauren now, his decision had been made. Rayeth swiftly punctured both of his eyes and poured the white liquid in.
"Trust me... I've been an alchemist for a long time my good tauren." Said Rayeth. Skolir was now twisting in pain but unable to move much due to the voidwalker's grasp. "It will end shortly" Said Rayeth.

Some moments passed... the tauren continued to scream.
"That's enough rayeth! End it!" Yelled Skyze.
Rayeth simply glared at skyze for a moment, then held up a healthstone and quickly pushed it against skolir's chest. His pain subsided, the voidwalker let go and faded away. Skolir passed out...

Some hours later he sat up. The warlock who had given him his "gift" Sat across the room. Skolir looked at him and saw a horror I do not wish upon any of you. "True sight young tauren... you said you wished to see. But you already could see... I just made your sight better. There is no taking this away." Said Rayeth with a host of dark entities floating beside him, whispering in his ear. The sight which skolir now saw... was the true form of this warlock. The swirling enigma of blood and shadow which I have described before. Poor Skolir...

Thus Concluding our introduction of Skolir.


Now what of that character I mentioned before? The key to the story, Maudib. Ah that shadowy priest.
Yes yes... Ugh... my hands hurt from all this typing and my mom wants me to mow the lawn! Blast you civilization!!! You bring me to ruin!

Alas, maudib will be spoken of another time.

Stay safe denizens of existance, I bid you farewell.

[Gerte]

((That was some really excellent RP you led there Rayeth. KUDOS and thanks!))

[Rayeth]

Ah... and with the consumption of easter candy comes the renewal of my abilities to sit here and type. But why do you care about what I'm eating?
Fah...

We last spoke of Skolir. The last person to witness any of what remained of rayeth. At that point he still had a slight sliver of the valiant nature he once had. Walk with me.



"Come now... walk with me my friends... I want to show you a glimpse of who I once was. This is me." Said Rayeth, floating along. Lost in his ocean of shadows, longing to escape and rise back into his eyes once more. Look at what he is showing you.

The corpse walks along a dark road in the silverpine forest. Oh yes, dead he certainly is to the eye, but within... he pulses with life. Walking along he spots a commotion up ahead. "Slay them!" "Kill the mage!!" Ah the sounds of war. Knowing it was nothing more than some forsaken adventurers dealing with a small wandering group of alliance. And so... he mounted up on his felsteed and rode over.

"Melonamin! Uma lye sinta ho!" Darnassian? What the?! And the voice of a child too...
"Stop!!" Yelled Rayeth, charging over to the forsaken holding a blade to the kaldorei child's throat. "Put him down!" Yelled Rayeth.
"but... they're intruding?" Said the forsaken. "Do not tell me what I already know! Now put that child down!" He screamed at the forsaken. Now they were starting to get pissed. The others gathered around rayeth's horse. "What'r you? Some kinda hot stuff sissy in a dress tryin to take our kill?" Asked one of the forsaken men. The others laughed deeply.
"No. I'm a hot stuff sissy in a dress who's about to kill you." Said Rayeth, his eyes sincere. "Uh..." was all the forsaken man could spew before rayeth was off his steed. As he lifted his head the orbs of light in his skull called eyes turned a deep purple. The forsaken ran in fear. As they did a darkness began swelling around rayeth, and just as soon as it covered him a torrent of shadows began rushing out, taking each forsaken down one by one. They pulled themselves to their feet and continued to run off into the distance.

The little night elf boy crawled backwards in terror. Crying and begging to live. "Shhh...." Rayeth placed a finger to his lips and smiled. The boy got up to his feet and ran. However it was only a few steps before he bumped right into rayeth and fell down. He screamed in terror and got on his knees before the warlock, begging to be spared.

Rayeth kneeled down to the child and pulled a hankerchief out of his sleeve. With it he dried the boys tears. "Shh... Irm al seth goreh maurn..." Said rayeth. Meaning, be still you are safe. Rayeth's eyes then spotted the fallen corpses of a nightelf man and woman. In the hand of the male was a scroll. Rayeth laid his hand down on the ground, the scroll slid over into his hand. The child peered at him as he read the scroll. Mustering the best common he could... he spoke to the child in common. "Do you speak common?" He asked. The child nodded. "I am sorry. Young one, but your parents have been slain by hate. As we all are destined to be. I will take you home... Is that ok?" He asked. The child hesitantly nodded.

..... .......... . . .

Upon arrival at Rut'theran village, the small port at the bottom of teldrasil, rayeth found no hostility. For he brought with him a child of theirs. They took the child and gave the warlock a few gold coins as thanks... but he refused them. With the child he left a red rose and a letter written in common.

To whom it may concern,

The parents of this child were found in silverpine forest, along with the child. Where they were headed or why I have no idea. I saved this child from the forsaken who had slain his parents. Please find a good home for him, and make sure that he never knows war again. Thank you.

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"That is who I am... But I cannot control who I am anymore. I'm locked away within myself..."

Poor Rayeth. I empathize. I really do.

[Rayeth]

((Most welcome. I'm pleased to have you aboard this story, I'm sure you will enjoy it. Thanks.

Just as a disclaimer I guess... I want to mention to everyone that some parts of this story may be difficult to understand. That is because I origionally began writing it for those who know Rayeth well. I will try and make it a point to show some examples of the Rayeth everyone once loved, as well as some explanation of a few terms. The Arelith is one. So if you're alittle confused don't worry. It's supposed to be that way.

If you want to become a part of this story, whisper me in game. I'll tell you just how to introduce yourself so I can add you to the list of people Rayeth is yet to affect. :) ))

[Rayeth]

Tirisfal glades... a rotten and horrid place for the most part. Though at night the moon leaves an eerie glow upon the hills. The human of stormwind could even find beauty in it. Beauty so great infact that they would ignore the wandering demon hounds and plagued individuals that they at one time may have called friends.

Though our focus this evening is not on the hue of light set upon the hills by the moon. It is on one of the individuals doused in this glow that we turn our attention. Maudib of the blackwind.

"Maudib... You are different than the rest on azeroth." Said Rayeth. Maudib sat there silently. "My days in the immortalis had shown me many things... I especialy had learned from clys. She had shown me how easily our undeath can change more than just our bodies... but our minds as well. But not you..." Rayeth paused for a moment. "Insanity was always upon you I gather... is that not the reason you handle undeath so well? Or more so... the reason why you can see me right now? You should think about that for it makes you unique." Said Rayeth. Maudib continued to stair off into the distance.

As the shadows began to graft themselves to his being, maudib's lips moved. He then realized he was sitting in the tavern, not in the dark but eerily glowing glades. Rayeth was no longer beside him. "Hello maudib... Feeling well?" Said the beast known as Rayeth. Though friends in the past, maudib no longer saw rayeth sitting there in the tavern. He saw a swirling torrent of shadow and hate. A bloody abyss.

The scenery changed violently.
"Kill me maudib... " Said Rayeth, sitting down next to maudib in the glowing glades. And as scenery could be considered that which surrounds you, in maudib's mind it could be considered as that which covers his eyes. The tavern once again took its roll as the current blindfold. "Kill you? Rayeth?" Asked maudib.

"Excuse me?" Said the beast. "You heard me rayeth... I must kill you now"

Foolish maudib. Never listen to your friends!

Maudib rose to his feet and whispered a word of pain upon Rayeth. The spell only afflicted him slightly but it grew a rage within. He stood up and cursed maudib, then corrupted his body. Watching it wither away maudib started to renew himself desperately, shielding himself from harm just before directly trying to assault the warlocks mind. Alas... such an assault failed for the mind was too tattered to have an entry way. The rage in that creature sparked even greater. It was no more than a moment before poor maudib was a pile of ashes and a soul trapped in a little glass shard.

The patrons were shocked. A few stood up and ran out in fear. He had truly snapped? His eyes looked as if tears of blood were more often falling than not. The lights dim, if not gone. His skin looking as if he could once again sweat... and sweat was indeed covering him. Shakey and unstable. His apendages quiver and his teeth chatter as he stands. As if the real mind within was just so angry about what it's captor had just done... that the emotion of the being within could not be held back from showing on the surface.

"Sweetie... He diserved it sweety... Now come sit with me..." Said glynnia.
All the while Sulajin. The troll mage of the immortalis who had known rayeth since he cast his first simple arcane spell. Sulajin simply glared... not knowing how to interpret the act he had just seen Rayeth commit. Though it was in defense... rayeth was the type to disarm his aggressor instead of kill, that is, if the aggressor was one he knew. But no... he simply stood and obliterated in a murderous fashion. The resulting emotions were no different, as if it was just another grain of sand in the wind that he had plucked from existance like all others. Remorseless.

"Yes yes... I will sit with you my dear..." Said Rayeth. His voice gurgling slightly as does the voice of the wounded soldier moments from death.
And he indeed did take a seat with his love. She held him in her arms for a moment. Then the fire in his eyes lit once more. "Glynnie... you little!!" Squeezed from his mouth before he passed out and fell over revealing a pin in his back. His succubus and love in unlife, had drugged him. She took the pin out of his back and set him laying on the chairs.

Sulajin glared. "Choo min' tellin' us what be 'appenin 'ere?" Said Sulajin.
She sighed for a moment then spoke. "Gladly"
"Something has happened to him... when, why or how I have no clue... he just started becoming more and more aloof each day. Some sort of manifestation has stolen him away from us... What I mean by that I'm not exactly sure..." Said Glynnia. Her voice low and sad. Her eyes avoiding contact with others, she just stared at the floor as she spoke.

Sulajin cocked an eyebrow. "den 'ow we be gettin 'im back?" He asked.
Glynnia simply shook her head. She reached into Rayeth's soul pouch and pulled out a shard. Sulajin peered on curiously as she cracked it in her clutch, a dark mist seeped out for a moment. As soon as the mist had disappeared, what looked like a black thunder bolt, flashed through the window of the tavern and into a chair. There sat maudib of the blackwind.

Sitting down in the glowing hills with his friend, maudib started to cry. Rayeth put a hand on his shoulder.

The patrons of the tavern simply looked on as the shadow figure sat there in his chair. Sulajin held the same curious look on his face but knew to remain silent, so he did.

"I tried to kill you as you asked Rayeth... but you're just too strong for me." Said Maudib, seemingly talking to no one. Glynnia's slightly elvish looking ears perked up. "Glynnia... Am I crazy? Or is he really there?"
She peered at him, a little confused. "He's standing here beside me... yet he seems very sad... and he wants me to kill him... " Said maudib. Then pointing his finger at the limp body laying across a few chairs. "He's there but he's here... which one is the right one?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"R-rayeth?" Her eyes began to form tears. Her face reminded those who could see it that no demon should have such a face. Her cute smile and friendly expressions were infact the opposite of demonic. She shook her head. "You're just seeing things maudib..." Said Glynnia. "I dont think he would agree... He misses you though. He told me to kill him because he's not him. But that is him? Isnt it? Or am I not me?" Said Maudib. Tapping a boney finger on his skull in confusion.

She sat back and thought for a minute. Maybe rayeth wasn't there... maybe that wasnt rayeth she had just drugged? Or maybe rayeth was somewhere worse... in a place he had said existed. A place where location has no definition. All and no where at once. The one inside rayeth's body, locked deep down within, was also roaming free. Roaming free in the minds of those on the border of insanity. Those capable of seeing that which makes no sense... for they are the ones who have the ability to question reality. And the initiative to assume the unreal as not being all that hard to believe.

Perhaps he knew the future... knew this would happen. And if so he would be clever enough to leave clues in places that glynnia would be sure to find.
Think Glynnie think!

"Shadows on the wall..." She whispered to herself. The key had just been found. Racing through her mind was the series of events she had seen depicted on the walls of many places. On the ground of many halls. The creatures falling, the empires crumbling. They all made sense now. Echoes of the past yes... but why do we study history? Because history repeats itself. Ah now she sees. A timeless one knows time... how could she be so thick? He saw his ruin coming from miles away. The echoes of the past upon the walls where he sat, shadows from the glowing candles and lanters he lit his books and papers with. They would show those snippits of the past that would define his future. The most disturbing of the lot burned themselves into her mind. The conspirators slaying the horned beast... The creature struggling on the torture table as the horrible torturer did his worst. The cage that slowly squeezed the one held inside... And the maw of that which ended each of these things.

"Maudib... what does he tell you?" She asked. "He told me I need to kill him." Said Maudib. "Did he say why?" She asked. "No. Only that I need to kill him. But how do you kill someone that isnt who you are trying to kill? It makes no sense" Said Maudib.

Glynnia... was beginning to understand.


((I apologize to those of you involved in this story line that what I post is abit behind what is currently going on. For those of you not in the story I will say that this last post takes place about 3 weeks ago. ))

[Rayeth]

As time flows on in existance the leaves of the present continue to turn red and fall down into the past. Little fragments of ourselves and others burried among this storm of memories rushing down into the abyss which this tree sprouts from. I tend to ask myself why I am alive... Or even what it means to live. But I digress.

It seems to be unreal. If I could only scream. The steam was always there. The colors fade away. Who can tell me why?



The rain was falling from the sky as it sometimes does. Percipitation of condensed water? No... tears.

In the tavern Glynnia was no where to be found. As the tavern door swung open the eyes of two individuals. Keraph and Skyze... Keraph who had become slighty weary of Rayeth's recent behavior, and skyze who was entirely ready to attack the warlock. They peered at him as his eyes darted around the room. His claws clenched and his eyelids twitching slightly.

It is not surprising to me that skyze had to say something. What exactly was said I cannot remember. The only important detail is that it set the warlock on a string of comments that soon angered keraph.

The look on keraph's face I will not forget. As if he were thinking "My friend?" In which context I can't guess. The warlock then rose to his feet. With a flick of his wrist a demonic manifestation appeared to his side and hopped up on his table. The felhunter was prepared.

"Think about this rayeth. You do not want to tarnish what little friendship you have left" Said keraph. "I need no friendship whelp, dare you speak to me as if I am any less than a god? Fool! I will decimate you and your entire order!" Said Rayeth. Growling and twitching as he spoke. With a slashing motion of his scythe directed at keraph, the fight was on. Skyze began uttering some words but they were quickly silenced by the felhunter which then pounced on keraph. Being a master of combat keraph easily flipped the beast off of him and delt it a swift and nearly lethal wound with his axe. The beast was only slighty phased for it quickly devoured the frost shield off of skyze, healing itself and keeping skyze silenced for even longer.

Keraph then charged at rayeth, landing a cleaving downward swing which severed his right arm. Poor Keraph, he wasnt ready to see rayeth's arm re-attach just as quickly as it began to fall from his body. Slightly shocked, keraph paused for a moment. The felhunter tore at his leg once, but soon turned his attention to skyze as skyze was now casting what could have been a devistating fireball. The fireball was sent directly at rayeth and hit him in the back. The warlock simply laughed as the embers fell around him. Even burning the air away into translucent swirls of smoke... but failing to even char rayeth at all. Keraph began swinging at rayeth. Each shot landing perfectly... though seeming to do nothing. The warlock threw curse and corruption at both keraph and skyze... Keraph could take the pain but it was somewhat different for skyze. Skyze was struggling to decurse himself more than he was assaulting rayeth. And it was only after multiple attempts at sheeping the felhunter did he actually succeed. Though tough, keraph was not invulnerable. The curses began to overwhelm him and the warlock seemed as if nothing could bring him to his knees. Draining the very lifeblood that kept keraph standing to fuel his own horrid spells.

Keraph and Skyze are both of Infection. Keraph had been leading it in absence of the true leader. Skyze was the eldest mage of Infection. One more character from infection soon wandered into the event. The baroness Nadea. A master warlock like our dear rayeth. Though no where near as unstable and dangerous. She walked into to see her beloved Keraph beginning to fall into shambles under the spells of the beast. Skyze was shelling out all that was possible. Hardly any of it was even able to damage the warlock. His study of demons had payed off. So resistant to magick that his felhunter was nearly impervious to it. He himself was very resistant. Nadea looked on confused... Rayeth and Keraph were fighting? Was this a joke? A friendly duel? The cruelty she read on Rayeth's face told her that this was a fight to the death... the cries from her friend keraph reinforced that belief ten fold. Confused as all hell she did what instincts allowed her. She quickly trapped keraph's soul in a shard to keep it safe... A few seconds later was it that the ruined body finally failed to keep itself standing under the horrid spells of the warlock. The warlock then turned to skyze who was having alot of trouble with the felhunter that had recently broken from its polymorph.

The fear on skyze's face was obvious. For the warlock's hands were already beginning to swirl in a torrent of darkness. The mage's end was moments away. Untill a coil of darkness slammed into rayeth's back. Nadea had taken an initiative... though she was still confused as all hell and slightly frightened. Rayeth stumbled about and fell once. As found his way back to his feet he fixed his eyes on Nadea. All fighting in the room stopped for a brief moment. The felhunter took to rayeth's side. Skyze took the opportunity to bandage. In that moment... Nadea looked as if she were ready to burst into tears. Why would rayeth do this? What was going on? The stories and rumors of him going insane. Truth? Oh dear gods, why?

She stared into the eyes of the beast... Her gaze could have been described as a cry. A plea for him to stop even. However the gaze he returned sent a shrill rush of fear through her spine. For a brief moment she felt the urge to run. Though as instinct permits, her will broke it. Though the great intensity of the fear was broken fragments of it did remain. She simply stared at him. Beggining in her mind... hoping that he would soon send one of his warm smiles in her direction. Something on his face changed. To her horror it was not a smile. He was grinding his teeth in rage. She then knew he was about to kill her and she prepared herself to defend... though it may be reasonable to say that she knew her defense would have been in vain.

The soulshard in Nadea's hands cracked and the valiant warrior keraph rose to his feet. Ready enough to fight at least... It was then that Keraph flew into a reckless rage. His swings began in a flurry, rushing directly at Rayeth. One... two... three... The warlock was down.

Keraph fell to his knees... Skyze fell down into a chair, and Nadea stood there in complete shock. The shrill sound of a cracking shard was heard, a gasp from Nadea's lips shortly after. The warlock rose to his feet with a fire in his eyes. "This body... is not all I will sacrifice. Burn now mortals. Burn in the fires of hell!!" Screamed the warlock. His body beginning to burn. Swirls of heat began to rise from the ground all throughout the tavern. The tavern was engulfed in flames... They spread out from him in destructive waves. One... two... three waves... were all that came from him before Keraph landed a mortal strike. Luckily it was enough to end him once and for all.

The fires subsided... Skyze collapsed from the pain, an inch from death. Nadea, like most warlocks, had a high threshold for such things and was in no horrible state. Keraph was badly injured but not to a point where he had a chance of dying. Panting heavily for a moment Keraph rested on the charred ground of the tavern. The ceiling of the tavern had been blown off from the fires. It looked as some of the ruined taverns you could find in andorhall in the plaguelands. Smoldering and lifeless.

Keraph began bandaging his wounds. Nadea quickly healed skyze's wounds with a healthstone. All was seemingly well... It was then the key to the story made his way in... holding the key of course. A black thunderbolt struck the tavern floor, what was left of it, and yeilded a dark figure. Maudib! How good to see you friend!! "Do I know you?" said maudib. Alas... I then receeded back into nowhere. I'm the writer I must remember that the characters do not know me!!!

The dark figure just stood there for a moment.

In the tirisfal glades sat maudib and his friend rayeth... the glow on the tirisfal hills at night was beautiful. "Rayeth... Does this mean you'll be going away?" Asked maudib. "I am sorry maudib... but it is now time I said goodbye. From now on I will only visit you in your dreams. There I will speak to you again. Now I must meet with my destroyer... Wish me luck." Said Rayeth... The REAL rayeth. The soul down within that so many had grown to love. Now... forgotten. The memory replaced with the beast that had just fallen in the tavern.

Maudib was suddenly all alone... The glowing hills of tirisfal. The glowing hills of his mind now screamed in terror. He was all alone.
The three previous characters all turned to maudib and simply peered at him. It was just then that a horrid scream echoed through their minds. Rayeth's body was no more than a pile of ashes... he burned himself to death in an attempt to destroy those around him. From this pile of ashes rose the part of him that was always there. In this last month it had chosen to show itself in full body and mind. It's body sleek and black, claws worthy of tearing apart an army. As it rose up from the ashes black smoke swirled around it. The smoke held souls... creatures screaming and reaching out for salvation. Its body moved sluggishly. Its head tilted up, its mouth opened as if yawning in pain. The type of yawn one does as they feel their lungs burn when they come up from the water for air. Its lips spread apart. As they did strings of shadow kept the two connected... like its face were made of mud.

Three of the four in the tavern grabbed their ears in pain. Maudib, however, never flinched. The beast hovered there for a moment... Few if any could have looked upon it and felt anything other than pure terror. It threw its arms and screamed once more... The three who held their ears before did so again. "What is that thing?!" yelled skyze. "The hell?!" yelled Keraph.
Nadea just stared at it and maudib failed to show any realization of what was going on. Just then they were all compeled to become silent. It opened its mouth... it spoke with that horrid voice that Rayeth often would. The voice he would take on whenever his mood fell into shadows, or if he was conducting some type of magic that required him to harness dangerous demonic force. Dark and loathesome. "Devour, Rise... and take FLIGHT!" Said the beast... Screaming the word flight. Nadea, Keraph and skyze held their ears. As it stopped they noticed something standing before the beast. It was rayeth... What the hell? Rayeth was killed. But wait... this new rayeth seems different. He seems somewhat transluscent, ethereal like a ghost. As the others saw this they were too mezmerized to notice that maudib's eyes were now glowing a dark red.

The two figures in the center of the room stood there facing each other. Rayeth's hand began to reach out to the beast of shadow. The creature cringed at Rayeth's nearing hand. Upon touch the image of Rayeth disappeared and the shadow creature screeched. Spiraling upward into the sky. The sky did not turn dark as one might have anticipated. No thunder cracked. Nothing... Silence was now all that made this scene. Moments passed... Nadea, Keraph, and Skyze left the wreckage of the tavern. Tears, if not in their eyes than certainly in their hearts. Maudib stood there in the smoldering piles of wood and ash. Sadness filling him. The quietness was almost too much. Not even a breeze would blow by to comfort him. One of the only entities to ever understand him. Ever to sympathize with him. Ever to consider more than the eyes could see... was now gone.

There in time he sat for what may have felt like an eternity to him. How long it actually was does not matter. Eternity is eternity for he who lives it.
His eyes faded to black. A gentle breeze blew the darkness of his presence away and none stood there in that ruined bastion of memory.

A footstep fell upon the ashes of that place. Then another. A footstep? No, a hoovestep. Ah I smile when I see her. Glynnia, Angelic pseudo-demon estroadinaire. "Messy messy patrons. I think I need a special mop to clean up this mess." Said Glynnia. Time and Reality suddenly meant nothing. As the glint from the shine in her eye faded from a blink. She had upon her the glow of a roaring fire being split through the geometrical shapes of a glass mug of ale. She smiled and faded out of sight. The tavern was once again as it had always been. Warm and ready to give time and memory a place to stay for the night.

[Rayeth]

There have been a few reports made by individuals claiming they have seen the warlock walking once again. Credibility of these individuals is negligable. Some say they have seen him. Though it is not known for sure if he walks again.


Truly yours.
Alex Wertheim, Writer and figment of your imagination.

[Keraph]

((Excellent work on the last chapter. You really captured the feeling of what was one of the most emotional RP sessions I've ever had the honor to participate him. And the way you captured Nadea, Skyze and myself with such emotion....perfect.

One thing though. I use a two handed sword, not an axe :3))

[Nadea]

((yeah, you totally pulled off my "what the hell!?" confusion =D
and yeah, btw, Nadea misses her Rayeth D: But excellent story!! <3 ))

[Rayeth]

((did I say you used an axe? 8D Sorry. ))

[Rayeth]

The clouds hold secrets few of us have learned to appreciate. In every motion we make the eternal eyes watch over us. Not as judges... but as scientists. Their creations walking about on that which they built. Ants in the Ant farm.


And so down on this little ant farm stands a giant. His wings broad as the eye can see. His will reaching far as the mind can see. Now as our view slowly falls down from the sky we may be tempted to look at that which stands around him, but I beg of you do not... You might miss some of the true sights.

On the beach of northern tirisfall is where we turn our sights now. Observing an event that had long needed to occur.

"Waves... Some of us think they are just the tide pulling the water back and forth." Said Rayeth. Glynnia held his hand, staring out into the sea with him remaining silent. "I feel as if my time here in this world has come to an end my love." He looked her in the eyes. She returned with her own loving gaze. "My wave comes for me soon. It is almost time that it carried me away... Another life awaits me." Said Rayeth. Staring into her eyes his face took on a look of sorrow.

At the same time... there on the shores of tirisfal stood a demon and a demon. Hand in hand they began to wander off into the mist of the ocean. Walking atop the water with grace untill they disappeared.

"My love..." He said with her hand in his standing on the shore. A tear found its way to her eye. "I... I want my wave to come too." Said Glynnia.
"Another life waits for us my love... In another world. Through different eyes. Too long has it been that you've stood before me with hooves and horns. Too long has it been that I've stood before you like this... this shambling creature. A new life awaits us..." Said Rayeth. He took her hand and held it to his chest while stroking her face.

There on the shores of tirisfall stood no one... The demons had wandered out to sea. Where they once stood two clouds of darkness still lingered. Though things are never what they seem... It was only by a stretch of alter-reality that those clouds of shadow soon burned bright with light.

Who would have guessed that these demons all along held the might of angels. With no rails to guide fate... this monster has made his own fate. It is his philosophy that evil conquers but good always wins. Having said that it is safe to assume that the powers of the wicked used by the good is the formula for a true beacon of hope and wisdom. There that light burned on... brightly as all could imagine here in the world of nowhere. And so we return to the couple on the beach.

And there they stood. And there they stood.

"Long time no see rayeth..." Said the voice of a woman. The couple turned to look... it was an old friend in the immortalis. The rogue Jamaryste. Rayeth simply smiled and returned with the same comment. Yes... he did say "Long time no see rayeth" to himself. "And you glynnia" Said Jamaryste. Glynnia smiled. "I was told your power got the best of you rayeth... and that you were killed." Said the rogue. "You cannot kill what you did not create." Said Rayeth. "I'm glad to see you again... I caught wind in the tavern that you were going away and this is where you were setting off. I've come to say my goodbyes." Said Jamaryste. Rayeth wiped the hair from his eyes. That long bluish grey hair that had been the result of black hair laying in a crypt for too long. "My work is done in this world. I feel out of place suddenly... The mists out there call to me. What I am to find I do not know nor why but I must go." He said... His mood and expressions showing sorrow.

To his surprise jamaryste then dropped the line of her fishing pole into the water and began to fish. Rayeth smiled at her and looked on into the ocean mists with his love. "We're going to miss you... all of us will." Said Jamaryste. "And I will miss you all in return. Tell the immortalis I said goodbye... I do wish for them to know that I will remember them." Said Rayeth. A two toed foot suddenly planted itself on the ground a few feet behind rayeth. A large cat acompanying the figure. Jamaryste pulled up her fishing pole and packed it away. Not landing any bites in that short amount of time. "I am needed... My skills are needed in the attack on hakkar." Said jamaryste. Rayeth smiled and nodded at her. "He's a biter. Be careful." Said the almost-not-quite-god. With that the rogue was off.

Rayeth and his love turned to the figure behind them. "Hello niethan... It's been awhile hasn't it?" Asked Rayeth. "Ya mon." Replied Niethan. "I guess you've come to say goodbye to me as well?" Asked Rayeth. "Ya... Ah 'eard you were leavin mon. Settin' out to sea." Said Niethan. Rayeth nodded. "An'jor taken glynnie with you right?" Asked Niethan. Glynnia nodded. "Why you leavin' us? Now dat you all bettah it would 'ave been nice to 'ave you around." Said Niethan. Rayeth wiped the hair from his eyes again. "I'm afraid my time in this world has come to an end... there is nothing left for me to do here but leave. I need only wait for my wave to come." Said Rayeth.

Rayeth always seems to find himself in a setting that exemplifies his mood. In this situation the sky is dark... the air is cold and the ocean is clouded in a thick mist. Much like his own soul. Tarnished by this world. Waiting for its time to move on to something better. Who knows what awaits him. For all he knows fate has called upon him for something that will destory him. Ideally it would take him to another world where he can live again. Become great again... fall again... be reborn again. Though things are not always what they seem. To live again may mean that he is to live looking through a new set of eyes.

Worlds crumble by the dozens... their inhabitants left to die. What of their souls? Will they wander in the abyss for eternity? Or will they move on?
As one world is destroyed another is reborn. The life it had moves on to another. Though... there are times when a soul gets lost along the way. As the rest move on to their new home a single soul with a heart of stone will wander out into eternity. As fate seemingly screws up when this is allowed to happen some could argue that these lost souls happen for a reason. Our warlock friend is evidence for their argument. Lost is eventually found. It's destination soon stops waiting for it... Instead of the soul finding its way the destination finds the soul.

As one who sits up above I can tell you that the destination has grown tired of waiting. It's on its way as we speak in the form of a pandimensional ship.
There on that ship sits a soulless one. There on that ship sits his destiny.

It is now time for him to wait. Along with his love the two shall remain steadfast in this world. They will wander... they will grow... they will wait.

They will wait.

[Rayeth]

((For those of you still around in game you should contact me now and then 8D Ray would love a renunion with some of his old friends, members of infection, the immortalis and others. Write a letter 8D ray loves letters))