Published: Dec 29 2007
Coil and Vaklamana talked for hours. The revelations and understanding that came between them from their time enclosed in the Garden of Blood would have a great impact upon the Temple, and themselves. He was Crypt Lord. The War Priest and Wrathbringer were gone and missing. He had searched for the War Priests remains when he felt his death, and failed. He was not strong enough to delve as far as the mighty priest. Even with The Wrath Bringer, and the might of the Devil Hounds, such a foray would end in more destruction of templar. He finally realized why Urynmaal had left. He sought his lover's soul, and it had cost him his eternity. Vaklamana shed tears at this revelation. And her face had grown cold, her hands hard upon her blades. She would fight, fight for him, and she would win. Coil would take another path, one to protect his temple as he was charged with so long ago. What was this Drow trying to do? Galvanize the temple into a blind charge into the depths of hell? It was his responsibility to find out what she was planning, and to cease it if needed. Politics made his head hurt he thought as he began to search the temple for the Crypt Kicker. I'd much prefer a flesh and blood enemy than a battle of words. His boots echoed off the stone walls as he continued to look for Akorylene.