((Sorry that was so confusing.))<br/><br/>The world around the four jarred and darkness grew and consumed all of the corners. Tyr disappeared behind a wall of mist for a few moments before the fog swirled away revealing his draconic form.<br/><br/>"Your lack of faith I have no problem with," he said, his voice was deep and godly. "But such pessimism troubles me. These two I wish to be your companions, though you may make your group larger should you like. Yes, that should be done. Gather a group along with these two initial companions and travel to find the lycan king. Evil rises and must be stopped. The Lycan king shall assist you but it is you who must find the way the evil was first caught and snared, then you must reset the trap."<br/><br/>The world flashed back the way it was save for Tyr, who had disappeared. Sadain took his sword from the Earth and placed it back into his robes. He offered a hand to Zhuraek. "Abenefor."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Tyr returned to the sky realm, home of the god's of all good things. It was a plane assembled like a castle in certain respects, having a wall surrounding it and three seperate, grand houses for the Gods. In the middle, a stream brought water and it pooled into a small, gleaming lake. Tyr went to the water and dipped his hand in. He splashed somewater on his face and tried to drink before launching into a coughing fit. He doubled over and coughed with increasing violence before it stopped and he recovered his feet and drank from the pond.