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Tivia moved subtly behind Demetri, finally registering the thought about 'getting the girl, unharmed.' Though she knew Fi wasn't part of some evil scheme, it still revealed, possibly, part of Dekarian's motives. And there was no way in hell she was going with him.

"Keep our lives? Do you know who we've faced recently?" She asked it as a rather bold question and then shrunk back behind Demetri, keeping her mouth shut.

Utilizing the spell that Firaer had cast that linked everyone's mind, Demetri taps into Tivia's mind, speaking to her alone. Don't worry, Tivia. I would believe everything you say. Right afterwards, Demetri steps forward, drawing his blades and glancing at his brother.

"I'm tired of this idle chatter. Are you, brother?" Demetri's voice was irritated, obviously tired of listening to Dekarian's lies.

"Indeed, I do think it's time to shut him up." Alphonse grins, returning the glance to Demetri. Grasping his blade with both hands, yheir brotherly bond showed even stronger now. Standing side by side now, there was barely any difference between the two, except the fact that their weapons and clothing was different.

"You can't forget about me, General." Thamalas stepped forward, his polearm in hand. "I fight for whatever you fight for." His voice may have been small, but it was as solid as a rock.

Although she doesn't show it, Firaer is quite alarmed. She is sure that the rest of the group can sense that very clearly. [Stand down, please! That crystal is an abomination! I must contact the pantheon now. They must know about this, especially if they have claim to any of the souls he has trapped.] Her thoughts urgently spill into the minds of the others. They "see" her reaching deep within herself to activate the link to the pantheon. This link is so deep, that no outside force can sense it is there, and none but one of the divine can hear it's call. She senses a listening presents, and she sends forth every scrap of information about the situation to them. The palpable silence in the link is full of every emotion from stunned suprise to rage. Almost as one, the gods agree with their fledgling sister that something must be done. Some would back her from their place on high, others would join her in avatar form, and still yet others would do nothing, to see what the fledge would do with all this help. None of this Firaer kept fom her friends. The only outward change is a slight smile on her face, and a fire in her eyes. To keep the vile blasphemer occupied, she ask this of him: "Why do ye wish the weapon?"

" 'Tis a dark magic, the stealin' of souls," Cade murmered beneath his breath, listening to the song of Olidammara more intently. But there is no greater theif than the Laughing Rogue. Olidammara comes to challange. Cade faded back into the realm of shadows, existing between the essence of life and death. This place was not like the void, lifeless and cold. There were creatures of shadow, fearful beings that could not pass through to either side of the barrier.

But Cade passed amoung them as though born in the realm, protected from its creatures by his God. He could still see the world of life, and positioned himself in the air above Dekarian. Inacting three spells around himself, he prepared the way for Olidammara. First, invisibility, one undetectable by any save the God's Sent, for what was a thievery when the item stolen was going to be looked for. Second, he created a spell safe area around himself, allowing him to move through protective wards as if they weren't there, but only for a short period of time. Lastly, he placed holding spells around himself, allowing anything he designated to be replaced with an item he held on his person.

In the realm of shadow, he created a mock item, identical to the soul gem worn by Dekarian in every facet, save the fact that the gem had no souls in it, and when used simply sent a stream of joyful, boisterous music. It was Olidammara's signature, for the Laughing Rogue was always fond of music.

He approached Dekarian, though it would be impossible to detect a movment in the realm that he was in, and placed his hands next to the soul gem. The shift was sudden, with Cabe returning to the mortal realm, his fingers milimeters away from touching the soul gem. The item would be imediately switched out with the mock soul gem in his pouch, and until Dekarian used it, he would never know the differance. The soul gem around Dekarian's neck would be transported to a back of negation, one that negated any spell effects placed on the item, such as returning.

Dekarian sensed the dissappearence of the halfling, but lost track of him after that. Seeing the sheathing of thier weapons he knew he had some leverage over them. "So will you accept my deal?" he asked of the general. "Your blade for the lives of your comrades, and the souls of your fallen."

He saw the goddess' eyes glow with challenge and smiles back at her. "To use it to make a weapon that will shatter the abyss, freeing us from the clutches of vile devils and demons below." He laughed a bit as if he had made a joke. "I was asked to retrieve the thing by my employer, and so I shall."

He turned again to regard the general, "My patience wearies. I'll have your answer."

Alphonse only appears to become angered more by Dekarian's statements. "What does my mother's blade have to do with this!" He was always defensive over his weapon, never letting it out of his grasp in a fight.

Mothers blade? After looking at it for a moment, he recognizes the blade. "You won't have it," Demetri stated firmly. "If it is indeed Mother's, it's as much mine as it is his."

Tivia watched the exchange, once again keeping her mouth shut and just taking things in. She heard the words of the goddess, but did as she was told and did not let anything show on her face. Keeping her composure, she peeked from around where she had still been somewhat behind Demetri, standing firmly on her own and glaring at the imposter. Using the link between herself and the others, she tapped directly to Alphonse and Demetri. I don't like him... at all. Get him out of here before I do.

It was then that the girl looked down to her hands that had been clenched into fists. A bright green, but still relatively faint, glow had formed around them, causing Tivia to quickly move her hands behind her back. Knowing the goddess was somewhere behind her, she linked to her now and tapped directly, My hands are glowing... what's going on?

As the dark one was speaking, the gods and goddesses had manifested in avatar form. These were but the first of many to arrive. Aerdrie Faenya, Corellon Larethian, his wife Sehanine Moonbow, Dalt, Hanali Celanil, Phaulkon, Rillifane Rallathil, Trithereon, and Olidammara all surround them. Firaer sends a feeling of gratefulness to each, and maintains her outward silence as others arrive. To everyone she sends the knowledge of what avatar was who, then proceeds to answer Tivia and Nunia's questions. [Tivia, part of that is your feelings manifesting, the other part is a reaction from being surrounded by such power.]