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!.)

(If you want to, go ahead. I’m casual whether you do or don’t)
(Yeah, lmao! And I also love how this went from death and chaos to a drāckonian wedding and tribe revival ceremony. Lmao!)
(And I’m honestly using Google Translate for the Latin, so yeah, lol)
(And, I also just realized that I forgot Elix-Shire in this whole mess. He’s just been standing off to the side, watching in complete silence, lmao!)

Lucitius: Nods in thanks.

Tamrius and Mythrius: A bit stunned by the new knowledge.

Phalakros: Flinches again, then whips around, pointing at the ground next to him. Tace! Freezes, then whimpers and curls up, rocking back and forth.

Synthia: Moves back to Phalakros and gently talks to him, trying to calm him down.

Phalakros: Speaks quietly. They are taunting me now. They love having new ways to do that.

Lucitius, Tamrius, Mythrius, and Elix-Shire look at Phalakros with concern.

(Yeah. Lmao!)
(Lmao!)

Phalakros: Freezes, then looks around cautiously. His eyes then start to brighten. They have gone. They have truly gone! How? Why did they le… Abruptly collapses into unconsciousness, dark grey ichor leaking from his most of his body.

Synthia: Stunned. Phalakros!

Lucitius: Teleports, reappearing in a kneel beside Phalakros. Hold, dear Phalakros. Hold. Waves his hand.

Blue fire engulfs Phalakros, but it doesn’t hurt him, instead clearing away the ichor. Before the last of the ichor faded, the blue flames flashed a complete black, then returned to blue. When the last of the ichor faded, Phalakros’ body seemed a bit pale but otherwise unharmed.

Lucitius: Stunned by the black flames, but calms when the cleansing fire finishes its work. There. Leans over Phalakros, holding a hand over his forehead. He sighs in relief. His body simply needs a moment to adjust.

Synthia: What was the black fire?

Lucitius: An alternate personality, the source of Phalakros’ phantoms. I had not realized one existed, or I would have tried to remove it sooner.

Elix-Shire: That explains why he could teleport, among other things.

Lucitius: Indeed.

(You’re good. Besides, I’m honestly shocked that I’m still awake, lol)

Lucitius: Still kneeled next to Phalakros, watching him closely. He turned at Lanika’s approach. He was possessed by the same creature that destroyed our kin. I and an ally managed to cure him, yet we knew not exactly how deep the mutations had been.

Synthia: An alternate personality explains everything. The abilities he had never had, his sensitivity to sorcery, his reactions to you and especially Kyliin… and why he tried to kiss me before you and Kyliin had cured him.

Lucitius: Nods. Aye. All of it.

Lucitius: Looks at Lanika. They have been destroyed. They hunted me down after I called them, and, with help, I managed to destroy their monarch, which killed the rest. What Phalakros had was simply a lingering effect from the possession.

Synthia: It nearly killed you doing that.

Lucitius: Looks at Synthia. Yet, I am not dead.

Elix-Shire: Yet, you are scarred.

Lucitius: Sighs. True.

Lucitius: Snickers. Now you see one of the many reasons why I say that she has saved mine life countless times. She has done such in many ways.

Synthia: And I will continue to do such.

Lucitius: Smiles at her. And that is why I love you.

Phalakros: Abruptly gasps awake, looking around with wide eyes. He then gasps in relief and flops back down on his back. They all died. Burned alive. Was that you, Lucitius?

Lucitius: Aye, with help.

Phalakros: Nods. I will finally be able to sleep peacefully.

Lucitius: Smiles.

(Huge grin. Well hello again! Chaos has reigned for a while, lmao!)

(I suppose I should reply now, huh? Lol)

Phalakros: Smiles timidly, chuckling. I thank all of you.

Lucitius: Laughs, then turns to Radiant. Aye. ‘Tis the drāckonian way.

Synthia: Snickers. Believe me, the formality is best.

Elix-Shire: Indeed. The strangelings on the human realm are useless. Chuckles.

Lucitius: Laughs.

Lucitius: Glances at Valerie. Exhaustion from helping Phalakros? I can understand that.

Phalakros: Slowly sits up, looking around. A relieved smile crosses his face.

Synthia: Looks between Lucitius and Valerie, then smiles at Phalakros.

(Grins)

Lucitius: Nods, not prying any further. He turns back to Phalakros. ‘Tis a grand thing to see you smile like that again.

Phalakros: Chuckles. It is indeed a relief.

Everyone else: Smiles.

Phalakros: Smiles shyly at Lanika, then jumps when Valerie changes. He chuckles helplessly. Though, this twitch might never leave me.

Lucitius: Smiles in amusement when Valerie changes, then looks at Phalakros. Puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. Give it time.

Phalakros: Smiles appreciatively at him.

Synthia: Glances over at the wall of fire. Should we summon them or let them be? Looks at Lucitius. He is most certainly your son.

Lucitius: Laughs. He is yours too.

Synthia: Scoffs, snickering.

Everyone: Snickers at the comments regarding Ghar’Teus and Ashene.

Phalakros: Looks at Lanika and Valerie shyly. I… I do not know what to say. I have always been a bit jumpy, even if not as much as now.

Elix-Shire: We are all here to assist, regardless of your decision.

Phalakros: Smiles appreciatively at Elix-Shire.

Phalakros: Is surprised by the hug and just sits there, unsure what to do.

Synthia and Mythrius: Giggles at the sight.

Lucitius, Tamrius, Elix-Shire: Smiles and chuckles.

Phalakros: Stares at Valerie for a moment. I… I am not accustomed to others hugging me. Usually, it is only these two. He indicates Lucitius and Synthia.

Elix-Shire: I can hug you now as well. I only refrained because I have been a dragon this entire time.

Lucitius: Chuckles.

Phalakros: Blinks at Elix-Shire.