<strong>Inner Sanctum of The Western Magelords:</strong>It was Mathius that answered her, his voice sounding like it came from far away like that of a man still caught in a dream. "The Man you seek controls those that have passed on. He makes walk those that like him, should be long at rest. He shall be an ally to us or our downfall. There is no other way. He comes from the ruins to make the world a ruin before him. He is many and he is one." Galen and Astrid looked up at the first momentarily forgetting their own distractions, for both of them knew this was not their First that spoke, but his power. Galen growled in response, fixing the girl with cold eyes. "You see now why this is important?! No more talking. Go... now!" The Third said as he impatiently waved one large black hand, releasing Anya from her chains.<br/><br/><strong>Level M Sector 6:</strong>Legion immediately sensed the others as they awoke. His eyes glazed over as he began to see other scenes in front of him. Three men, all of dark hair, and some form of strange lizard man with tribal markings moved somewhere above him.<em>How am I doing this?</em>Legion thought still lost in the cacophony of voices that surrounded him.<strong><em>We are your eyes as well as your armsss Masssster. What we see, soo shall you.</em></strong>Legion Pushed himself up off the floor sitting cross legged to better loose himself in his new sight.<em>"and can you talk as I might as well?</em><strong><em>No my lord for our vooices were ssstolen in the shadowlands you woke usss from.</em></strong>"Very well, bring them to me then. I would speak to the others." As one his minions moved to obey. Simultaneously moving on every floor towards those newly awakened.<br/><br/><strong>Level B Ruined Ground Floor of Black Book Alpha:</strong>Blanc shimmered back into the visible range and continued his work on the generator he had been unhooking, when the alarm that startled him had gone off. "Blasted Alarms I is only taken a fracken Battery. Got to get this thing loaded quick 'for anything nasty finds me here. Dads or any of the Greyscales finds me here I'll be skinned like a Brox and made into a new sandtrap for dads tent."<strong>Shuffle...Shuffle...Bang.....BanG</strong>"What in the name of the Old Ones was that?!" Blanc shrieked pulling his Ax'lath. His scales shifted in a dance of patterns nervously as he eyed the stairs where the noise had come from.<em>please, oh please, let it be something i can cut or whap......I don't want to be eated by ghosts!</em>