"Hey Makor! mind telling us when and how you learnt how to teleport?" 

"Hey!" exlaimed Gold, "What in Oblivion?!"

"Makor's never been such a jerk before... at least not with us... Something's wrong."

"Sauriil, don't listen to him! He's being controlled!"

Grolahmul

"Hey!" exlaimed Gold, "What in Oblivion?!"

"Makor's never been such a jerk before... at least not with us... Something's wrong."

"Sauriil, don't listen to him! He's being controlled!"

(Niid, niid, niid no one is supposed to know yet!) 

Veyd Sahvoz

"Hey Makor! mind telling us when and how you learnt how to teleport?" 

"Go and fuck youself!" Makor yells Sauriil name again, causing a large echo.

YolGoraagSingh

(Niid, niid, niid no one is supposed to know yet!) 

 

(I noticed his blank face, and Makor never acts like he just did to us. It's kind of obious.)

Grolahmul

(I noticed his blank face, and Makor never acts like he just did to us. It's kind of obious.)

(You can't see anything differnent about him, he looks the same) 

YolGoraagSingh

(You can't see anything differnent about him, he looks the same) 

 

(But his behaviour's... off.)

YolGoraagSingh

"Go and fuck youself!" Makor yells Sauriil name again, causing a large echo.

'It's not Makor he's being controlled' Veyd used his ability, Raven wings (Which he can use at will any time) and wacked makor with the back of his wing

Grolahmul

(But his behaviour's... off.)

(You don't notice that instantly, Sauriil said it himself in Falin's trial "I'll be left with a rude, drunken son")

Veyd Sahvoz

'It's not Makor he's being controlled' Veyd used his ability, Raven wings (Which he can use at will any time) and wacked makor with the back of his wing

"You little arse! You're going to pay for that! After I kill Father (meaning Sauriil) and sister (meaning Falin) I'll kill you next." (There now everyone can know!) 

Falin stood, studying Makor. "Well, shit . . ."

"Not if I kill you where you stand!"

Veyd imbues his scythe with Black Fire and with Soul Fire, he takes his free hand and charges up a Thermoball 

"I'm gonna regret this. Sorry, Makor," thought Gold, drawing his greatsword.

Silva (Mortha) teleports as she walks towards Makor. She places her hand on his chest, rubbing it "He's mine now, once he finishes all of you, he'll be killed...slowly." Makor's eyes glow red again.