It is night – there is nothing but quiet littering the air. Silence blanketing the dark world of Beqanna, a heavy and tangible thing. There was war on the horizon – and it was none too surprising to anyone inhabiting the land. Beqanna had been restless – there were slight disturbances, the small attack on the Gates a year ago, the turmoil Eight and Evrae had wrecked upon each kingdom. But now, there was something deeper, something denser lying in wait underneath it all.
Eight cloaked himself in a thick film of invisibility, his magic rifling through his blood and bone and skin to render him unnoticeable – such was the need when war was at hand. His body shifts from the dimension of the Valley, into the land of the Chamber without a sound or sight. And there, he waits. Straia. Killdare too, if you care. His mind leaks out, tendrils reaching into the minds of the two. War was coming, and it was time to prepare.
As he waited, he stretched the blanket of invisibility farther out – preparing to blanket the ground where Straia (and perhaps Killdare) would stand. One can be none too careful when it came to the game of war.
Once they arrive, his mind stretches to them once more - War has been waiting for quite some time now – with no action. The longer we wait, the stronger they may grow. Gallows and Fennick have disappeared momentarily – but I’m wondering when your time to strike will come. It seems we are all just lying in wait.
I assumed, for faster threading sake - that they came when he asked for them
