(Fetz, I thought your characters name was Raan?)<br/><br/>Faintly, faintly she could hear her twin...<br/><br/><em>Brother?....</em>She was able to faintly whisper<em>Yessssss... Our time is coming.... Can you feel them? Above the ground? The one who bound us is no more... and his descendants cannot harbor his full power...</em>But there was something else there, something puzzling. Though the seal had weakened enough for them to be not quite frozen, they could still yet do nothing... but their minds had begun to work free. At the edges of her senses was something she had not felt since they had been frozen in magicked slumber... a taste of power... a flavor... much like their own. The kiss of death and darkness, like a scent on a breeze.<em>There is a mage, one like usssss.... a mage of darkness... and one with much hatred in his soul...</em>One, who if he could sense them, might be willing to deal with them... to free them for a price... She smiled, baring fangs that hadnt seen prey in far too long... She could always use a minion....