Lords of Creation: Boundless Wonder, Endless Strife. [IC] [Part II]

[Darklady2831]

Alchazzar, Spire of the Damned

Morgash bowed his head to Savorla as she entered. "Welcome, Lady Savorla, to the beginning of the end." The Shade chuckled to himself. "We will wait only a little longer, than this meeting will commence in full." he said to all of the gathered gods. With a wave of his hand, Voidspawn dragged large, jagged black stone throne out from a side door, setting one up for each god in attendance. The Shade did not have a throne, and did not sit, simply floating about near the center of the room. Do not worry, Isyldur, you will not regret waiting. We have may common interests, I assure you."

The Gates of Starlight

The Voidspawn scattered as Belsheroth approached, fleeing in all directions. The Legion camped around the rift stayed resolute, unwavering. When Belsheroth approached one group of the Voidspawn who were kidnapping mage souls, two more groups would attack where he was not. It seemed that no matter how many of them fell, they did not loose any morale. They were zealots in the deepest sense. They refused to falter, and still, a steady stream of Mage souls went through the Rift, into the Void.

Several larger Voidspawn flew out to meet Belsheroth, not in battle, but to deliver a message of their own. "Lord Haevor demands the soul of the first Sorcerer, Hedrin! Until he has the soul, we cannot, and will not, leave this place! It is your choice, oh False-death, bring us the soul, or the attacks will continue for eternity!"

The Void

The Voidspawn seemed to be an endless tide, more and more of them flew out of Alchazzar and Reiksguard every hour. They scoured the reaches of the Void, dragging any materials they could back to their black and jagged void-cities. Large packs of them roamed, descending upon anything they found and tearing it apart, or capturing it, to be taken to the torture chambers below Alchazzar.