Karrie was shaking violently when Ophidian picked her up. A series of growls escaped her before blood suddenly coated the arm of her robe and her arm, still clutching the scythe, fell to the ground. The warlock inhaled sharply and held her bleeding shoulder as the ruined arm and weapon disappeared.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mortal shells don't always get along well with demonic artifacts." </span>The glow had left her eyes but they still held a green tint.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I'll be fine. I've done worse to myself." </span>She shook her head and tried to stand up but her legs buckled and she fell back into the chair.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Souls... Trollish souls aren't in their realm anymore. They're in the living Trolls. Don't expect me to make any sense of it. I'm not a Troll and I don't deal with the dead. The'kal, heel!"</span><span style="color: #666600">"I'm not a dog!" </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"You're a bitch in heat!"</span>The'kal had her mouth open to argue but after a moment folded her arms and stuck her tongue out at Karrie.<span style="color: #666600"> "Eldryn destroyed the Troll spirit realm, <b>all</b> of the spirits are returning to this world and possessing the mortals. And I'll be honest, I don't even know where to begin fixing it."</span><span style="color: #ff0000"> "All that power and-"</span><span style="color: #666600"> "If you start on me about that I'm going to make your next arm grow in backwards. Creating a realm is easier said than done depending on who you ask. For Elune it'd be a peace of cake and she could have it sorted out in hours, in my case... and seeing as I'm having to work alone here. It's going to take much more time and then getting all of the souls back."</span><br/><br/>The'kal scowled and looked away from Order again.<span style="color: #666600">"Let's go meet your granddaughter. The nice one." She disappeared without another word.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>