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"...In essence, suicide," Reloros admitted, slightly troubled by his own thought process. "I can assure you, if I die nothing will happen to you," he added quickly. "I had considered entering the portal, both to test if the link holds and to see what exactly the darkness has done... and maybe...

"'The portal to Asham shall be locked away in the deepest reaches of the new island, where it shan't be disturbed,'" Fenkir quoted. "From what I gather, Asham is one of the islands that was destroyed by the darkness," He continued quickly. "But that's all I have in the way of prior knowledge...

"Well pardon me for not knowing how to deal with something I've never encountered." Fenkir let out a low growl of annoyance. "Of course, that doesn't mean you can't help form one..." Fenkir said, sounding somewhat condescending.

"That's the problem... I don't have one." Fenkir said, somewhat apologetically. "Also, I've got no idea how contagious it is, so running blindly into it would be suicide." He paused, thinking about his limited options. "We could try asking the guardians, but I don't know where any of them are."...

Fenkir curiously watched the little creature go. Once it was out of sight, he turned back to the one he was conversing with. "All I ask for is your aid. Help me stop the darkness from reaching us." Although his "voice" was calm, desperation was apparent in Fenkir's eyes.

Once inside, Fenkir sat down cautiously, some distance from his host. "Refreshments won't be needed." He paused, taking in the room. "As for what's coming our way... it's a disease, with a drive to infect and destroy anything it can reach. It's called the darkness, and it's coming for us all."

Reloros smiled at Naieamar, despite her not being able to see it. However it quickly faded into a look of concentration as he formed the tether between himself and the guardian. Having a mental link is a strange sensation, not unlike having a string tied to your head and someone else's. Not...

"Right..." Shaking the embers off of his back after standing up, Fenkir noticed the punctures in his throat, due to the trickle of blood. This surprised him; he had never had an actual wound inflicted upon him. Seeing they would prove inconsequential, however, Fenkir paid them no mind. He sat...

Reloros looked between the guardian and Vogor, thinking. Finally, he turned to Naieamar. "Guardian... I have a favor to ask. Open your mind to me." Reloros locked eyes with the guardian, preparing to form a link.

Vogor's injection made Reloros come to his senses. He let out a sigh. "Right..." he nodded in Vogor's direction, a silent thanks. He then returned his attention to Naieamar. "So, once we have allies, what would we do? If we can't touch the darkness, how do we stop it?"

Chuckling into the creature's mind, Fenkir continued. "Then I suppose you'd rather have this entire world be destroyed? As it stands, I'm the only one that knows how to stop the destruction of Etolia." As for the heat, Fenkir's resistance worked its magic, but even that had its limits. He could...

Fenkir knew there would be no fighting his way out of this. The damn thing outclassed him in both physical resistance and power. "Well, that's that. A shame, really. You could be putting this power to good use." Fenkir showed no signs of fear. "Of course, this offer comes with its perks...

Letting out a yelp of surprise, Fenkir did nothing but take the blows. However, his magical resilience proved adequate to prevent any serious damage. He stared at his attacker with confidence. He sent it another message: "Heh... is that all?" Immediately after finishing his message, he sank his...

"You contradict yourself, guardian," a chill swept the area around Reloros as he spoke. It was hard keeping his magic in check while he was angry. "You say it would be a fruitless effort, yet you want me to find allies." His gaze was colder than the peaks of Ferra could ever be. "And yes, I may...

"I'm aware that such people exist," was Reloros' cold reply. He was beginning to get aggravated by this guardian's approach to the WhimsyLux situation. "And also of the danger travelling to such a place brings, but what else would you have me do?" His voice took on an increasingly hostile tone...

Reloros followed Naieamar's eyes over to Vogor, examining the dragon once more. Then, he returned his attention to the guardian. "And what would you have me do? Venture in alone?" Reloros crossed his arms. "I admit, I don't know Vogor very well, but I'm willing to give him a chance if he's...

Not ceasing to eat his own prey, Fenkir listened to the steps coming closer to him. They were easy to hear, due to both his enhanced hearing and the apparent lack of stealth used against him. Looking over his shoulder, he observed the one approaching him. "Wonderful..." Fenkir had encountered...

Reloros nodded slowly as Naieamar explained. He froze when she mentioned his name, embarrassed he had forgotten to tell her. "Oh, my name is Reloros, sorry..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Returning to seriousness after a brief silence, he met the guardian's gaze in kind. "So. You know...

"Y-yeah, that'll do..." Reloros had watched the display of power in awe. He regained his composure as he was asked where he got the book. He met the guardian's eyes seriously. "In truth, I don't know exactly where it came from." He looked down at the book in question. "As for where I got it...

Initially surprised by Naieamar's claimed identity, Reloros took a tentative step back. After a moment, his gaze hardened. "You call yourself a guardian," he stated, his tone laced with skepticism, "so prove to me you truly are." He paused, then remembered something. "And if you really are a...