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Ana'aldis a land of cruelty which has existed since the time of Seon's death. Tyranical and cruel, the legions of Jackal Knights march through the city with creul armor reflecting their duty. Those that were foolish enough to challenge them have all died. The Ivory pillars cease to reflect this nations true nature. Ruled by the Stryfe family for nearl Two Millenia, the current Emperor is Dante Stryfe who took the throne with power.

A tall figure covered in robes and shrouded by shadows walks through the streets. A small glow can be seen from the shadow the hood cast upon the creatures face. The small glow was of a crimson color. Each step was swift and cautious, making it seem as if the creature were floating rather than walking. The robes it wore were much too long, not an inch of the body shown, perhaps that is what the creature wanted though. Strands of white hair could be seen, framing the creature's face, though the face could still not be seen. The figure stopped and the eyes flickered to look at the moon before quickly looking back infront of it. It turned to an inn and opened the door, stepping inside. It walked to the counter and spoke quietly to the innkeeper, paid for a room, took the key, and drifted up the stairs to it's room. When inside, it closed all the blinds, making sure nobody or nothing could see in. Then, it peeled off the robes and looked at the mirror, finding itself staring back into it's own crimson eyes. It was a Drow. Pitch black skin, long white hair, dark crimson eyes. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, staring at her reflection. She lock the door securely and place a chair underneath the doorknob before walking to the bed and sitting upon it. She sighed a breathless sigh and closed her eyes. A moment later she opened them to see her hands surrounded in blue flames.
"Flaming hands...One touch when I am in a state like this and the creature I am touching will age 100 years faster than normal and die a slow, terrible death."
She smirked to herself and let out a maniacle giggle. She lay on the bed and place her hands onto her stomach, listening for anything. Her sharp hearing allowing her to hear even the slightest of sounds. Her eyesight allowing her to see in the dark. How she saw in the dark? Heatsignals. Like any elf, dark or light, they could see definate heat signals in the dark. She sighed and shook her head, waiting and listening, as if expecting something...anything...

The drow elf climbed off her bed and lit a candle, bathing the room and herself in the dim firelight from the flame dancing about. She sits on her knees and pulls out a necklace. She stares at the ruby flame dancing inside of the sapphire stone. She lays it on the bed and gently runs a finger across the smooth surface. She smiles softly as she feels such an evil power emmitting from it.

"...Outcasted because I killed an Elder...Outcasted also because I love one which I should not...The name in which I shall not mention. But he will come soon...and he will come here...He will rule all and we shall be his puppets...This flame inside the stone will shatter the stone to pieces when he has awakened...and I will know...then I can find him and serve him..."

She smiles and her eyes soften. This drow did have emotions, she learnt them when outcasted.

"I shall whisper his name but once..."

She leaned down towards the stone as if she was whispering into his ear. Her voice was low and smooth, like a mother cooing to her child to walk.

"Serath...when you awaken...find me..."

She whispered and kissed the stone gently before a knock came to her door. She hissed and threw on her robes with a few quick motions, yet again she was completely hidden. She put the stone on and smiled as she did so. She walked to the door and placed her hands upon it. She could feel no magic energy from the other side, but something wasn't right. She swiftly moved to the window and opened it. She climbed out onto the small sill and leapt from the sill to the ground, landing in a crouched position. She smirked and took off and hid between two small buildings, blending in with the shadows.

She heard someone talking and slipped from one shadow to another until she could see and watch. She smiled. So, this was the man who would bring back the one in which she loved. Did she truely love Serath...or did she just want to serve him? She shook the thought from her head. She should not be concentrating on such silly things. She could help this man to free her Master. She could help him...and in return he could help her by freeing Serath. She smiled and stepped out from the shadows, draped in her black robes, her crimson eyes glowing dimly as she stared at him. The man with two voices, the posessed man. She did not speak, nor did she move after she had merged from the shadows. She knew perfectly well that they now knew she was there, she also knew that they would question or try to kill her, and in that case she was ready to defend herself and possibly use her Flaming Hands on them and make them age and die, though that would mean she would have to find another to bring Serath into the world and that would take much too long.

The drow did not scare, she simply turned to face him, knowing that the other was simply an after image. She stared into his eyes with her own deep crimson.

"I heard of my beloved Serath if that is what you mean. The rest I could care less of. Yes, I heard your conversation and I wish to help you, not stop you. Serath is my beloved Lord. I live to serve him. If he is not here, I cannot serve him."

Her hands were glowing blew beneath her robes, just in case.

Raylin did not move, the spell she had on did not interrupt, her hands were still covered in blue flames.

"Only if you were planning to kill me. This is not a spell I cast upon my hands, but a curse."

She closed her eyes and muttered a few simple words in elvish then the flames disappeared. She reached out with her hands and placed them on his face, staring at him with her deep crimson eyes. Her face still shadowed by her hood.

"Do you wish to awaken Serath? If you do, you cannot do it alone. The task will be much to difficult, even with that cursed blade of your's. You will need help to awaken him...if not kill everything in sight."

She reached into her robes and brought out the sapphire stone with the ruby flames dancing inside of it, the necklace was tied securely to her neck.

"The stone is burning hot. He is ready to be awoken. We cannot waste one more minute or the stone will freeze over again and he will be stuck for only he knows how many more years. Come."

She turned and began to drift down the streets quickly. Her plans in her mind were in motion, she just hoped they would go smoothly.

Raylin turns and walks back to him, placing one of her black hands upon his face once more, her touch warm and soft.

"Do you possess any? I possess 4, hardest damn things to get. Nearly got myself killed for each Gem. I need my love to awaken, and I will need your help. But I also need to know if you possess any of the Gems as well?"

Raylin stares at him for a few moments and removes her hand from his face. She thinks for a moment with her arms crossed, her hands resting on her sides. She taps her foot on the ground as she thinks about how she could do such a thing. If she didn't do it, it would take years for her love's next chance to awaken, if she did it, he could awaken now. She then thought of ways to do something.

"I can pull his soul into my body and destroy him from there...or I could kill you and revive you, hopefully your soul would be the one to reenter your body. Which would you perfer?"