Death has come for you... (A character chat for Death and some others. Join with whoever you want to, make sure they can handle it though!.)

Elix-Shire: Watches with a mixture of caution and awe as the three do their work, but does his best to remain calm as everything happens.

Lucitius, Tamrius, and Mythrius: Watches Lanika and the others with cautious fascination. Lucitius seems more intrigued compared to the stunned faces of the other two.

Synthia and Phalakros: Sitting on the ground, quietly talking. Phalakros remains tense, particularly with the magic surging nearby and the reminders it gives him. Synthia does her best to soothe him and keep his mind off of the nightmarish memories.

Ghar’Teus: Watches as well, glancing at Lucitius and Phalakros a few times. He is a bit less stunned than his siblings and Ashene. I know of similar sorcery, yet this surpasses it by far.

(I’m just bringing a couple pics over here, just for the hell of it)

Elix-Shire: Looks at himself for a moment, stunned and a bit disoriented. He then looks over at everyone else before turning back to Lanika, Valerie, and Radiant. It… clears his throat, then speaks slowly as he adjusts … has been ages since I could morph. Thank you.

Lucitius: Gazes at Elix-Shire for a long moment, seeming lost in memory, then slowly approaches. The Living Diamond fades from his body and his hair becomes long and disheveled. He stares at Elix-Shire face-to-face for a minute, then wraps him in a tight hug.

Synthia, Tamrius, Mythrius, and Phalakros stare in shock. None of them had ever seen Elix-Shire in his true form, and the resemblance between him and Lucitius was clear.

Ghar’Teus: Nor have I, or anyone else here. Father searched for millennia, even before mine birth, for a way to return Elix-Shire’s forms, yet found nothing.

(Lmao!)

Elix-Shire: Turns to Ashene with confusion, then gently unravels from Lucitius. He takes a few steps toward her, scrutinizing her cautiously. Were you in the raid? The one that destroyed the Anastasios Tribe and tore mine forms from me?

Lucitius: Willingly lets go of Elix-Shire, watching him and Ashene. He flinches at the mention of the raid.

Synthia: Watches Ashene and Elix-Shire warily, glancing at Lucitius with concern.

Lucitius: He turns to Valerie, then back to Ashene. ‘Tis much simpler than it seems, yet there is an added step to this particular situation. No heir is required, though I will not deny that it helps, yet the pair reviving a Tribe must be mated before or during the ceremony. Ghar’Teus and Ashene are not mated.

Tamrius: Glanced at Ashene. The reviving ceremony appears similar to a human wedding, though, it obviously has a different purpose.

Ghar’Teus: Chuckles, turning to Ashene. I suspect you do not know of any of this. Am I accurate?

Elix-Shire: Sees Ashene’s expression and grimaces, glancing at Lucitius worriedly.

Lucitius: Smells her new fear and notices her look. He turns away, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He then quickly morphs back to his typical appearance, clearly wanting to avoid being overwhelmed by the memories.

Synthia: Walks over to Lucitius and holds his hand in both of hers. She stares into his troubled eyes, offering silent comfort.

Lucitius: Stands there a moment, fighting to compose himself. When he finally does, he turns to Lanika. You know not of it because I created it, much like how I created drāckonians. Chuckles, his eyes sorrowfully. He then turns to Valerie. I am uncertain if I understand your meaning, yet ‘tis best leaving Aethon’s past be. ‘Tis grim, and I wish not to return to that. Hesitantly turns to Ashene and Ghar’Teus. I am grateful of your willingness, yet simply saying it will not be enough.

Ghar’Teus: Smiles softly at Ashene’s words, then watches Lucitius, listening to his words. He turns back to Ashene. To be blunt, what mine father means is that for a pair to be mated, regardless of the occasion, they must consummate the bond. ‘Tis not because of tradition, I might add. ‘Tis the natural way our bodies function.

Lucitius: Chuckles at Ghar’Teus’ blunt attitude. Aye. That is the extra step to this occasion. Tamrius and his mate were bonded long before their own ceremony, and thus never needed to worry of it.

(I will say this ahead of time, Drāckonians do not reproduce like humans at all)

Lucitius: Shrugs. Very well, yet it cannot be finished until the ceremony has been completed. He then waves his fingers, conjuring an image of the Aethon sword from memory.

Tamrius: Stares at the image in shock. That Lucitius could remember the blade with such detail after many millenia was astonishing to him.

Synthia and Phalakros: She moves back over to Phalakros, who hadn’t moved from his spot, sitting down next to him. He gave her an appreciative look and she smiled softly in reply.

Ghar’Teus: Turns to Ashene, smiling in amusement. ‘Tis fascinating your willingness. He moves close to her, his dark cerulean blue eyes becoming intense, a stark reminder that he was indeed a son of Lucitius. Are you certain?

Mythrius: Moves to sit next to Radiant, seeming just as amused as the archangel.

(I literally just came up with the sword components, lol)

Ghar’Teus: A breif purr rumbles in his throat, though he becomes intrigued by the names and Lanika’s reaction.

Synthia, Phalakros, Tamrius, and Mythrius look at Lanika curiously.

Tamrius: Do I dare ask what you mean?

Mythrius: Snorts at Tamrius, then speaks in a teasing voice. You always have to be the first to ask.

Tamrius: Looks at Mythrius innocently. No one else spoke. Chuckles.

Lucitius: Closes his eyes a moment as he tries to remember what he had used to forge the sword. Bronze and gold infused with powerful elemental fire. The metals should be extremely simple to find, and we have a fire elemental with us. He looks at Ghar’Teus with a grin.

Ghar’Teus: Snorts at Lucitius’ words, shaking his head in amusement.

Lucitius: Chuckles, seeming to understand exactly what was said.

Synthia: Understanding a bit of the other language, but otherwise confused.

Mythrius and Phalakros: Mimicking Lanika and Radiant.

Tamrius: Looking at Lanika. Ah, I see. Though, Aethon had no lack in mellow individuals. Viciousness and bloodlust was simply more common among them.

Lucitius: Nods at Tamrius. Aye. Yet, after Anastasios fell, their bloodlust corrupted them. ‘Tis much like those the tribes were named after. Anastasios was the elder brother, keeping Aethon in check. Without that, Aethon’s anger would have taken control.

Ghar’Teus: Grows bored of the conversation and looks at Ashene, admiring her for a moment. He then wraps around an arm around and kisses her deeply. He waves his free hand, the claws flashing red, and a circular wall of fire shielded the pair from any eavesdropping.

Lucitius: Glances over at the wall of fire, then chuckles and looks at Synthia. He got that from you.

Synthia: Scoffs. He got it from you! I cannot count the number of times you have surprised me with a kiss.

Lucitius: Laughs. I meant the modesty.

Synthia: Scoffs again, waving him away. She snickered nonetheless.

(And I guess we’ll leave Ashene and Ghar’Teus alone after this)

Ghar’Teus: A deep purr rumbles to life in his throat. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and gently lifts her chin, kissing her neck.

Lucitius: Chuckles. Similar indeed, yet never the same. Ghar’Teus is far bolder than me.

Synthia: Snorts. I doubt that.

Lucitius: Grins and shrugs, then turns to Valerie. Aye, I can, though speaking it back is not mine specialty. Snickers. He then turns to Lanika and sighs. More than you know.

Lucitius: Watches Radiant and Valerie, then gets an idea. He raises a hand, tendrils of Living Diamond curling into small ingot in his hand. The ingot then turned into solid gold and he dropped it in his other hand, testing the weight. He grinned and turned to Valerie. This should be enough.

Synthia, Tamrius, Mythrius, and Phalakros seem unfazed by Lucitius’ actions, as if he had done this before.

Lucitius: Chuckles. I know not what you asked, yet this sorcery be simple for me. I honestly know not why I did not think of it sooner. I enjoy creating gemstones, particularly those with vivid colors.

Synthia: Our home actually has many places where the walls are gemstone. Lucitius was the one who built the entire sanctuary.

Phalakros: He continues building it.

Lucitius: Smiles thoughtfully at the pair for their comments.

Mythrius: Yet, what did you ask? I think all of us are curious.

Tamrius: Snorts in amusement at Mythrius.

Lucitius: Chuckles in amusement, though he knew nothing of the Freyish.

Synthia: Seems intrigued.

Mythrius: Glances over to the wall of fire. Her voice is quiet and teasing, though she isn’t really speaking to anyone in particular. He is enjoying himself while we ramble on about swords and other things. Lucky bastard. She snickers in amusement.

Tamrius: Nods in greeting, but seems confused. Why the three other forms?

Lucitius: Bows slightly at the incarnations of Valerie, then speaks with a teasing tone. Shall you build Aethon’s sword or will I have to steal that honor from you? Grins mischievously.

Phalakros: Flinches at the sight of the other forms of Valerie, but manages to compose himself.

Tamrius: Confused because he doesn’t understand a word Valerie said.

Lucitius: Snickers. Indeed. He then watches Valerie make the rough shape of the sword before stopping. He nods at her explanation. Aye, without the ceremony, it will be nothing more than an elaborate sword. Yet, I always love seeing how it appears before put together. He grins, then glances at the wall of fire blocking sight to Ghar’Teus and Ashene. He flicks a finger toward it, a small lightning bolt snapping at the wall without going through it.

Synthia: Scoffs at Lucitius.

Lucitius: Shrugs. A reminder, nothing more. I suspect he likes to take his time. That does come from me. Laughs.

Synthia: Shakes her head, chuckling.

Ghar’Teus: Startled by the zap of the lightning bolt on the wall. He lifts his head from giving Ashene a long kiss, eyeing the wall for any holes. He then rolls his eyes and turns back to Ashene, his thumb tenderly caressing one of the fresh scars along her neck. They are waiting on us. Sighs.

Ghar’Teus: Smiles when Ashene shivers, his fingers delicately caressing the side of her neck. He then laughs at her question. They can truly be impatient sometimes. We can stay until Father strikes the wall again. Purrs. Now, where were we? Kisses her.

Tamrius: Ah, I see… has no better reply.

Lucitius: Snickers. I see I will have to teach you and your siblings a few more languages, and help Synthia with her own knowledge. Smiles warmly at Synthia.

Mythrius: That would assist.

Tamrius: Nods in agreement with Mythrius.

Synthia: Glancing at the fiery wall when Lanika makes her comment, then turns back to Lucitius. He is definitely your son.

Lucitius: Laughs. After a long moment, he calms down enough to turn to Valerie. Aye, that would be helpful. Continues to snicker.

Phalakros: Flinches when Valerie merges, grimacing a bit.

Tamrius and Mythrius watch in mild confusion.