(1) Spell Woven: [Portal: Paradisa]

[spellweaving]

[Those outside, or perhaps looking out windows of the castle, will notice a blue streak zipping across the sky in a frenzied state. It makes a deep hissing sound, nothing that sounds at all friendly. It leaves a small trail -- those with heightened senses will recognize it as highly concentrated magic -- that leads to the ground where the creature

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[nurturing]

[ there's no mistaking the sudden burst of magic she feels overhead; even while shape-changed the Alexstrasza knows immediately its source, and just who could give off such traces of raw magical power... and even then she cannot rightly believe such a thing.

The Spell-Weaver--Malygos... But such a thing surely cannot be possible. She witnessed his passing. She caused it, an the regret she feels for the irreversible circumstances that led to it hits her anew in waves. His presence here, in this accursed world is not something she should feel longing for. Her fellow Aspect, her brother... ]

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[nurturing]

[ she sheds her illusioned form and takes on that of her true self, wings expanding to their full length as they pull her into the air. Her smoldering gaze rakes the landscape for his presence as she follows the residual energies leftover in his wake--a myriad of emotions welling up in her chest.

His return brings her both pain and joy....but more than that, it brings her worry--would he still be bent on punishing the mortal races for their transgressions here, as well? The denizens of this world are already suffering a much greater torment--to allow him to wreck further pain on them would be more than she could bear. But what a cruel fate...forced to end the life of one so dear to her not once--but twice? ]

Malygosss....

[spellweaving]

[A deep hiss wells within the blue Aspect when he hears the familiar voice -- in this form, he was even more of a dwarf to his sister than usual, which causes him to side-step away from her a few paces, head and wings lowered as low as he is able, causing his belly to drag along the ground.]

Ah, not the Bronze buffoon then. I mussst admit, I am mossst surprised at you, Alexstrasza. Your little red wyrm was most distraught...the great Dragonqueen, a damsel in distress!

But I knew better...

[nurturing]

[ regardless, she lands carefully--there is no telling how Malygos will react to her presence; when threatened any of their kind is a force to be reckoned with. Even more so for a fellow Aspect, and conflict is not her desire. Alexstrasza gives him ample room and meets him with a pensive, but mixed expression ]

My brother... [ what manner of form has he given himself now, so twisted and changed from his great and natural leviathan shape? ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Out for a stroll, Koltira pauses as he sees the massive shape darkening the sky. At first he thinks it's Alexstrasza again, but then he notices the hue of the scales. Then he feels Malygos's aura--he might be an undead elf, but he's an elf all the same, and he's sensitive to the magic that permeates the blue Aspect's being. Inhaling sharply, he stands still, eyes wide.] By Mograine, what is going on?

[spellweaving]

[There is a strangled sound from the beast -- he moves about like a trapped cat, phasing through buildings he would otherwise crush. When he does solidify, his claws resume digging trenches through the ground.]

[deadelfwalking]

[Oh Jesus. Wtf is he supposed to do with this shit. Koltira approaches cautiously, keeping his sword on his back, trying not to give off too much of a menacing aura.] Spellweaver--

[spellweaving]

[That gets his attention -- that may or may not be a good thing. His yellow eyes narrow then widen when he recognizes Koltira's makeup.]

--beasts, demons! Foul, poisonous sorcery, corrupted and twisted in a most, most, most unnatural fashion! This cannot be, this cannot be--!