<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Tzadkiel rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by 46<br/>Comment: Will save to realize Fierna is using double speak illussion to disguise her talking.<br/>Result: 57, <br/>Total: 57</div></div><br/>The Solar's massive black wings flex like the arms of a huge titan, a beast of myth like those oft said to hold worlds aloft. The shadow of his wings falls over the great Pit Fiend as Tzadkiel approaches Fierna. Once, the shadow of his wings was brighter than a thousand suns--a thing fit to burn away any but the darkest evil. Now, the shadow merely writhes over the massive fiend like a massive shadow dragon.<br/><br/>The Solar doesn't arch a brow at the powerful archdevilesses' request but merely stares at her with his wicked eyes, black, soulless eyes.<strong>"To the Abyss, then." The Solar merely stared at her, his wings snapped like a whip. The shadow washing over the Pit FIed, Balagos, like an ocean of tainted righteousness. "</strong><br/><br/>The Solar's eyes seem to burn with a deeper darkness, sucking every speck of darkness in the parlor into them.<strong>"You are wise, my dread mistress. You proffer this task to the one creature in all the hells with a shred of honor--and one of the ablest warriors on the planes. My price will be light, I assure you."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"One ninth of all your slaves, servitors, lands, cities, keeps, incomes, souls, divine power--and so forth. I will send a scribe with the particulars."<br/><br/>"And, of course, one ninth of the sum of the above if you should ever depose your father."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"In return--I shall find his weakness. Whether it lies in the Terminal Archives or in the Heavens Marduk cast me from."</strong><br/><br/>The giant of molten silver flexes his black wings again and lifts one perfectly sculpted muscular arm in consideration.<br/><br/><strong>"Lastly, in down payment, I entreat you for a blade. A Blade as potent as the great weapon I wielded alongside the weapon wielded by all Solars." Here Tzadkiel touches the pommel of his greatsword.<br/><br/>"A blade as mighty as the one Marduk shattered when he cast me from the heavens--to the point--without such a brand this would be an exercise in futility. I shall have to cut my way through a few of the Abyss's layers before I arrive at the Terminal Archives."</strong><br/><br/><br/>