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Floating high above the old site of the Onyx Obelisk hovers a palace carved of dark marble in the ancient Greek style. The towering ruin of unknown origin sits atop a large chunk of earth torn from the ground as an ominous black fog rolls over the edge with numerous boulders orbiting the central structure in defiance of gravity. Four levels make up the palatial ruin's main structure, each hovering above one another with a shaft of dark violet light spearing up through the center as the tiers rotate counter to one another. An icy chill fills the air around the hovering structure as a haunting melody sung by those lost souls trapped within the tomes and very walls of the Dark Horizon echoes mournfully into the distance.

The City of Judgement was a sprawling metropolis of abandoned buildings and empty streets, a thick fog rolling along the ground giving the empty city a gloomy feel. A sanguine mist cuts through the ghost white fog as it rolls in a single bank up a massive seemingly endless flight of stairs towards the central tower, the impressive building edged with immense bone supports and carved of ivory white marble. Fu'Ri's dark form stepped out of the Crimson King's blood-walk into the entrance hall of the Tower of Kelemvor, the sanguine mist floating around the nocturnal fey'ri as he stared upon a great set of stone doors, an emblem of the scales of justice clutched by an upright skeletal arm carved onto the door's surface. As Fu'Ri stepped closer to the door, he could feel a second presence beside that of the forgotten god locked within the mantle around his waist, "It is unwise to creep up on one who holds the Crimson Mantle.", Fu'Ri said aloud, his lighter tone superimposed over the darker as the nocturnal fey'ri turned his head to peer over his shoulder, an overwhelming heat at his back from an unseen aura. Standing behind Fu'Ri with arms crossed and a demented grin plastered on his face stood a thin yet fit man with a tanned complexion, patches of scales clearly visible on his chest. The man's left arm resembled the claw of a red scaled dragon, numerous golden rings and gaudy bracelets dangled from the powerfully muscled draconic limb while the man hid his right arm behind his back, even through the attempt to hide it Fu'Ri could see that the man's right arm had no flesh upon it save for a writhing mass of raw muscle pulsating around the bone limb. A pair of draconic horns curled out of the man's head, his hair burning like roaring flames with the exception of several locks of oily black hair that hung in the man's face, partially obscuring a third eye set within the man's forehead. Fu'Ri turned to face the stranger, his crimson mist billowing around the nocturnal fey'ri ominously as the man unfurled a pair of ragged membranous wings from his back, a twisting bony tail lashing around behind as if of it's own volition, "Who ever accused me of being wise?", the man spoke, his young voice cocky and filled to the brim with sarcasm as a hushed whisper echoed behind his tone to repeat what he had said in sync with his normal voice. Fu'Ri shook his head as he watched the grinning man spin one of the rings on his dragon's claw with his skeletal right hand, "While I'm sure you have some interesting reasoning for being in my presence, I'm afraid I do not have time for curious demons.", Fu'Ri said with a calm tone, his own dual voices intermixing perfectly as the nocturnal fey'ri turned away from the man back to the stone doors. Before Fu'Ri could take another step, the man jogged up and rested his skeletal arm around the fey'ri's shoulder as if they had been friends all their lives, "Oh, you're funny! Demon, ha, you've got quite the sense of humor. No, don't let the wings fool you...or the tail...or horns...you know what? How 'bout we start here, the name's Yaj'G'Ixen. You can call me Firelord Yaj'G'Ixen or even Yaj'G'Ixen the Supremely Awesome, if that's easier for you.", the strange man said whimsically, leaning on Fu'Ri's shoulder as his eyes smolder like burning embers. Fu'Ri politely removed the odd man's arm from around his shoulder, looking through his bone visage with sharp yellow eyes, "How about the Obnoxious?", Fu'Ri said, his darker tone filled with sarcasm of his own as Yaj'G'Ixen gave a blank stare. With an amused laugh that bellowed like an elder dragon's roar, the draconic man's grin cracked wider as he once again placed his skeletal arm around Fu'Ri's shoulder in a friendly manner, "There you go! I've been called that before, you catch on fast. Come on then, if we miss the trial they'll give all the good parts away!", Yaj'G'Ixen chimed with manic glee, dragging the nocturnal fey'ri by the arm towards the massive stone doors as they began to slide open, the ancient slabs sensing a deific presence as Fu'Ri and Yaj'G'Ixen draw closer. Fu'Ri seemed to float along behind the strange hyperactive man on a trail of crimson mist, thinking about what he had said as they entered the threshold of the Tower of Kelemvor, "Parts? What parts are you rambling about?", Fu'Ri grumbled, an excited and somewhat frightening laugh coming from the draconic man as the great stone doors slid shut behind them.

As Fu'Ri and the demented draconic man, Yaj'G'Ixen, neared the great stone doors, the scales of justice emblazoned thereon began to glow bright white, as if the doors themselves sensed a deific presence and began to grind open. The room beyond the second set of stone doors within the Tower of Kelemvor was utterly massive, the ceiling far too high to be seen with the naked eye while the room itself was round in shape with furniture situated around the immense space that could be fit for a giant. A colossal stone dolmen style table sat in the center of this massive chamber, floating tiles of stone serving as a stairway up to the table's surface which could not be seen from Fu'Ri's angle, "It seems this is where I shall part ways with you. I would say it has been joyous, but I was never one for exaggerations.", Fu'Ri said in his light voice, looking over his shoulder at the draconic being as the dark fey'ri began to ascend the stone steps upon a cloud of crimson mist. Yaj'G'Ixen crossed his arms over his scaled chest, raising an eyebrow at his dark friend as he beat his membranous wings, lifting himself from the floor and fluttering after Fu'Ri, "Oh, no no no! You can't get rid of me so easily, buddy boy! We've only just met and I haven't even BEGUN to get to know my new friend! I still have to tell you about my weekend!!", the draconic madman shouted up to Fu'Ri as he closed the gap between them. The dark fey'ri sighed deeply as he heard Yaj'G'Ixen's rather obnoxious voice and wingbeats, the two of them landing at the giant sized table's edge at the same moment, "Haven't you better things to do than annoy me? I'm getting rather...irritated.", Fu'Ri growled, his darker tone overpowering the lighter as he glared over at Yaj'G'Ixen, noticing the draconic man's mouth was agape as he stared across the table at an imposing and towering figure sitting at the opposite end. Fu'Ri laid his eyes upon the figures seated at the table's opposite side, one was a devilishly handsome man wearing what appeared to be a modern business suit with reflective black sunglasses and oily slicked back black hair, while the other was draped in billowing black robes, his face an obscure shadow under the flowing hood, "Kelemvor...", Fu'Ri muttered as he stared upon the robed figure, before turning his gaze to the center of the table where another figure stood. The central figure appeared normal sized, his skin appearing to be composed of living shadows with a crack of glowing light centered on his chest from the final blow that sent him to death, wearing a tattered white robe coat trimmed in crimson with baggy desert pants, his platinum blonde hair half slicked while locks defiantly hung in his face. The most notable feature of the man was that he was bound from top to bottom in glistening golden chains, signifying him to be the soul on trial. The robed figure proceeded to raise it's left arm, the sleeve sliding back to reveal an entirely skeletal limb clutching a wrought iron gavel which the figure brought down onto the dolmen, "Ran'Ku Liadon, you are charged with multiple counts of murder, treason against one's own kingdom, defiance of death using the cursed Annihilus Wellspring and impersonation of a Godly figure.", the robed figure known as Kelemvor bellowed in a deep booming voice. The sharply dressed man a few seats away from the deific Judge chuckled with a sinister undertone, "Let us not forget the lies he's spun over the years. You should know that this is MY domain, mortal. But, I shall forgive you for this, as I rather admire your skill., the other God spoke, his voice sharp and cold as he gave a wide grin to reveal his teeth were razor sharp and black as the void, "Come, now, Kelemvor. We shouldn't be so harsh with this one, after all who hasn't committed a speck of murder here and there. Oh, I know, bestow his soul into my care, I'm sure I can find use for him in my dominion. I am after all the only one of the Second Pantheon in attendance, therefore am the only one fit to claim him.", the well dressed man said, licking his lips with a forked tongue that was as black if not darker than his teeth. As Fu'Ri was about to step forward and contest the suited man's claim, Yaj'G'Ixen stormed ahead and stopped next to the chained figure, "BULL MESS! I call bull mess on you, Cyric! Everyone knows the only thing YOU'RE fit for is sucking up, perhaps a bit of bootlicking, then it's off to tea with you!", the draconic man shouted, pointing an accusing finger with his red dragon's claw up at the God of Lies. A smarmy chuckle escaped Cyric as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning forward in his seat to get a better look at the draconic demigod, "Well, well, well, if it isn't the whelp of fire and madness. How are you this evening, Ixy?", Cyric said, a strange venomous tone coating his sharp words. Yaj'G'Ixen's flaming hair burst into a wild inferno as Cyric spoke, the utterance of his name in a mocking fashion infuriating the demigod, "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!? Why don't you come down here and say that to my face, you poor pompous pulsating posterior!!", Yaj'G'Ixen roared, his voice bellowing like a dragon's growling tones while a sinister hiss trailed off of his words. Cyric laughed coldly at Yaj'G'Ixen's petty insults, lowering his shades to show his red eyes with a pupil much like a snakes, "Such language. How you ever became a God...oh, my mistake, demigod...is beyond my vast comprehension.", Cyric spat with a twisted grin, knowing he was aggravating the draconic man making his grin even wider, "Kelemvor, I believe we still have a rather important matter at hand, despite this arrogant child's intervention. As I was saying, it is clear that this man's deity is no longer among us and even if he was we both know that the Crimson King would not be allowed anywhere near the Fugue for his most heinous actions in the past, so I would like to post a claim on this Ran'Ku Liadon's soul, after all, his lies and deceit clearly show he has some deep hidden devotion to me.", Cyric said, his sinister words interwoven with expert lying skills. Before Kelemvor could make a decision, Fu'Ri loudly cleared his throat as he floated on a trail of crimson mist over beside Ran'Ku, "Untrue. I am here to claim what is mine, your honor.", the fey'ri spoke loudly, his lighter tone intermixing perfectly with the darker as he addressed Kelemvor. Ran'Ku's gaze, having until this moment been fixed on the floor, shot over to Fu'Ri, his good eye catching a glimpse of the Crimson Mantle around the fey'ri's waist, "You...", Ran'Ku spoke hoarsly. Cyric's sly grin melted away as Fu'Ri made his claim, slamming his hands down on the table in protest, "And just what gives you the right to make such a claim, mortal?!, the God of Lies shouted. Fu'Ri turned his gaze up to Cyric, the dark fey'ri beating his feathered wings to ascend up to Cyric's level, "You are a terrible liar. I am the new Crimson King, the Mantle around my waist is the proof and since Ran'Ku was a servant to the Crimson King, THAT gives me the right to claim his soul.", Fu'Ri spoke eloquently, his dual tones speaking to Cyric as if the God was beneath him. Yaj'G'Ixen bellowed out a hysterical laughter as Fu'Ri verbally chastised Cyric, the God of Lies gritting his fanged teeth to hold back a growing rage, "BUUUUURN! How's it feel, Cyric?, the draconic demigod taunted as he continued his mocking laughter. Cyric scoffed as he leaned closer to Fu'Ri, removing his sunglasses to glare at the dark fey'ri with blood red snake's eyes, "Be that as it may, you are still nothing but a mortal. As such, you CANNOT be allowed to...", Cyric began, his tone wavering with anger before Kelemvor banged his gavel once more to draw everyone's attention. "I am the one who makes that decision, Cyric, and do NOT forget your place. Until this moment, Ran'Ku Liadon's soul was untouchable. Even if I wanted to, I could not allow you to claim him, Cyric, neither could I send him to the Wall of the Damned, as he was not faithless. It is rather unorthodox but I acknowledge this mortal's symbol, the Crimson Mantle gives this man the divine right to claim the soul of Ran'Ku Liadon. Tell me, what name does the Crimson King go by these days, mortal?", Kelemvor spoke deeply with unwavering resolve, turning his hooded stare to Fu'Ri. The dark fey'ri hovered to Kelemvor, bowing in midair to show his respect, "I am Fu'Ri, your honor.", he said in the lighter tone, raising from his bow to stare upon the robed figure through his bone visage. Kelemvor nodded his head to Fu'Ri, his way of bowing back to the diminutive figure floating before him, "It appears this Crimson King is much better mannered than his priors, he knows his place. Very well, Fu'Ri the Crimson King, I grant you ownership of Ran'Ku Liadon's soul to do with as you see fit.", the deific Judge said in a booming voice, as he slammed his wrought iron gavel down one last time. Cyric growled in furious anger, slamming a clenched fist down on the table, "The is an outrage!! How dare you grant a mortal the treatment only afforded to the Gods! This WILL NOT stand, you hear?!", the God of Lies roared in protest, as Yaj'G'Ixen's laughter bellowed out. The draconic demigod pointed his red dragon claw's finger at Cyric in a gesture of mockery, "Looky who has his panties in a knot! You look SO pathetic right now, cry-baby Cyric! Don't fret, maybe later I'll take you out for a Wah-Burger and some French Cries!!", Yah'G'Ixen taunted ruthlessly, falling over from his own laughter as molten gobs of magma formed tears of joy in his draconic eyes. Without another word, Cyric snapped his fingers and vanished in a puff of smoke as the golden chains that were locked around Ran'Ku's body began to rapidly rust before crumbling away. Fu'Ri descended back down to the table, hovering on a cloud of crimson mist over to Ran'Ku, "Come, there is much we have to discuss.", the fey'ri said with triumph coating his light tone. Without a word, Ran'Ku nodded and began to follow Fu'Ri as he made his way back across the table. "Woah! Hold up, I'm coming too! I can tell you both about my weekend over some tea and charcoal briquettes!!", Yaj'G'Ixen shouted, standing up from his laughing fit as Fu'Ri and Ran'Ku began to descend the floating tile stairs at the opposite end of the table. Before Yaj'G'Ixen could sprint after his new 'friends', Kelemvor banged his hammer to draw the draconic demigod's attention, "Not so fast, young demigod. I believe that the realm they hail from has enough to worry about without a wild card such as yourself meddling about.", the Judge spoke sternly. Yaj'G'Ixen groaned, giving the deific Judge a look of childish sadness, "Awwww, come on! Pretty please? I haven't been to the mortal realm in like...forever!", Yaj'G'Ixen pleaded, hopping anxiously on the balls of his feet. Kelemvor sighed deeply, leaning down closer to the draconic man, "Your divine realm is ON the material, or have you forgotten? But, if you wish to interact with the mortals then you must find a place where Gods are welcomed, somewhere where you won't get into too much trouble.", Kelemvor said. The draconic demigod tapped his skeletal index finger on his chin in thought for a moment before snapping his fingers, "Gotcha. I've heard tales of just the place.", he said with glee, as he held out both arms in front of him, forming a triangle with his dragon hand's index claw and thumb as well as his skeletal hand's index finger and thumb. As Yaj'G'Ixen focused, a ripple formed in the space between his fingers, much like a wave of heat, before an image of a forested area formed, a great castle-like building taking up much of the background while the statues of many of the current Pantheon's Goddesses appeared in the foreground, "Alrighty then, I'm off! Grand adventure and mischief aplenty await me!", Yaj'G'Ixen said joyfully as his body erupted into blazing flames, before being drawn into the miniature portal he created. Before the draconic demigod completely vanished from Kelemvor's Tower, the Judge's booming voice echoed out, "Be sure you follow the Divine Law, or else!", Kelemvor warned, as Yaj'G'Ixen disappeared into his portal.