Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-32663439-20150211053221

Lucina blushed. "Here? In front of all these people? I don't think they'd want to hear it..."

Fanari chuckled. "It is a Steelfang wedding, after all."

Kodlak shrugged. "I do the same, and the people don't seem to mind. Maybe you need a trustworthy person, an assistant ruler, persay. Geistlig takes care of a lot of my business, and Grektiv a lot more."

Geistlig kissed her, placing his hand on her side, rubbing her sleek curves. He was obviously getting very aroused.

The Fanari in Kaldtfrelser eventually decided that she should contact Syinter. She touched her blade and channeled her words mentally through the sword.

"Syinter, are you there? Is everything alright?"

Avidicus made the sword and hammer disappear. "Very well, Vulcanus. An eternal being and still so damn impatient." He started to speak in the language of the Grimna-ge, just to spite Sybilla.

"The potion itself is easy to create. You just need to collect the ingredients. You need equal measures of Grima's Ichor and the blood of the original body of Lazarus' first vessel. Thus combined, it makes the necessary potion."

He then went on to explain the much more complex ritual. When he finished, he said "I believe this completes our business, brother. Unless there's something else, you can show yourself out."