"The darkstar is always so impressive." Ice looked at the device, one month could be enough to get a few details worked on. The deceiver always gave plenty of compliments some might misunderstand it for a lot of things but that was his game. His words were like a pot of honey but anybody who tasted them, would lick it until they reached the bottom and feel the poison go down their throat but by this time it would be too late. He would be there and look at the individual succumb to his own vanity. Yet his task was always so ever important, make sure that the courtesies between the living and the dead were respected and recruit people that would benefit the Neverborn masters.<br/>Like expected of any circle, the group had strong individuals but working together was an essential part and test of the deathlords, who most likely amused themselves in throwing different kind of persons to face various challenges on their whims.<br/><br/>"Well, let's get going." He walked up to the ramp and into the darkstar.<br/>