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Faete was having none of it thought. He wasn't stupid. He snapped at Ramoth and pawed at Malik then just disappeared. With a little bit of maneuvering and nudging he managed to get Zahara's limp form up and onto his back and then he vanished again, popping back up in the front yard and standing there. He snorted loudly and glared at Ramoth then Malik. 'If you touch her I'll kill you. Go get Sevilin.'

Zykariel looked up at his father, tears once again brimming in his violet eyes and spilling over onto his cheeks. He didn't like the feeling in his head one bit. He thought of his parents snuggled together in bed and him plopping in the middle of them with Rawr and how they'd been talking to him and then somehow a tickle fight had started and he'd lost. Horribly. But he'd giggled so much it was okay.

But then he frowned, "It's gone..." But not in a good way. It hadn't lessened like pain usually did, just cut off and before he'd even really started to think of anything. "Daddy...I'm scared."

Kimmuriel sat on the parapet of the wall, and talked casually to the Breakers next to him. "Then I told the God of War, 'If your so warlike, why do you wear a dress.' and he was all like, 'It isn't a dress, its a toga.' And I was all like, 'Togas are very warlike clothes, don't cha think?' To which he said, 'You subservient son of a drone maggot.' What the hell is a drone maggot? But I digress, 'Yeah, my mom did have problems.' To which he laughed. The gods are messed up people, I tell you." The breakers laughed, as though they were reminiscing with a long lost trusted friend.

"What about those Nymphs. I swear upon my dead mother's head, they have social problems. Well, If I was created to be the play things of the gods, I probably would have the social skills of a three year old child. I guess, when it comes down to it, I really only miss my Angels." He smiled, to which all the ogres responded with an 'Awww' gesture. "They had no will of their own, such good servants. They did everything and anything you told them to, without fail. Unless, it was beyond their power. But, only an idiot tells weak minions to do something they can't do, unless you are bored..." Kimmuriel laughed, he called himself an idiot. The ogres laughed too, though they probably didn't know why. Sometimes, the good mood of your best friends dominates your emotions.

"So, Do you want to hear about how I got myself expelled from [Heaven]?" the ogres nodded obediently, "Well, I was talking with [Alpha Omega] and of course, as usual, he was talking to himself by using all of the words I would say in response to his answers to my questions, and I realized, 'This really is not the place for me. Its peaceful, its happy, its full regulations which cannot be broken... You have no idea how restrictive being a god can be... I can't do anything without using a mediator, I can bestow powers without a two-thirds consent from the assembly of the divine, I can't blow up planes of existence, I cant send pestilence upon the enemies of my followers, I can alter the physical form of my followers at will... Not to mention I was a minor-divinity, I only had several trillion followers over the planar scale, so I couldn't do anything really cool like make my own plane. I got to spend most of my time with the big-dudes. [Kitsune] loved me because I was interesting to watch here, [Torm] wanted to kill me because I made him look silly while I was warmongering here, [Athena] and [Fyonne] played with my hair. I guess braiding each other's hair is the only interesting thing to do when you are omnipotent... Since, the last thing [Alpha Omega] wanted anyone to do was threaten the balance of the multi-verse by killing each other needlessly. He'd rather us go to places like Norrath and make up fake divinities... Funny story really." The ogres listened intently, though most of this was incomprehensible to them. They nodded and accepted the drow's every word.

"So, I got bored. Ao-i-boy knew this, and offered me an escape, because he knew that I would rather unmake the universes than live a boring peaceful life, funny story, because I was bored I got Lloth killed, anyway, back on track, Ao-i-boy knew that I wanted out, so he said 'Find a replacement, and I'll let you leave.' If I remember correctly, those were his first words to me... Anyway, I searched quickly for a good replacement, and found one on Toril, and told Aoi. He said that I could bestow all my power into her, so I did. She rose into [Heaven] as the new Lady Lloth, and I was able to come back here, where She said that since I made her the new Lloth, she would bless me, with two-thirds consent, with a special gift. In exchange she had to agree to let some other person be blessed by [The High Elf], but here I am. Her blessing gave me a few new toys too. They are awesome, but overall, I'm not much physically different than I was when I left. I guess, my time in heaven has made me mature a-little bit, but since I am hanging around here..." He paused, "That might be debatable." The ogres didn't know where they stood on that issue, they just couldn't figure out which answer would make them better loved by the drow.

"I know kinda what was happening here while I was gone. To be honest, I'm not sure I care, but when I went to go and say hello to Meilikki yesterday, it turns out she was murdered a little while ago. Right, I came here to ask Malik if he knew who killed her... Why am I talking to you again, oh, right, you wanted me to catch up with you. Since, we are all good friends here." The drow smiled evilly. No one disagreed with that view.

"Like [The Three Fates] used to say, 'Kimmuriel, you are a nut.' Hey... They were making fun of me..."He laughed out loud like he did when he meet [The Three Fates]. "I've never been so humbled in my life as when I walked amongst [The Ancients] and [Alpha Omega]."

He blinked at his friend, the happy going away all the more. Watching him cry he contemplated a moment and then scooted closer to his friend, wrapping him in a hug, because well hugs had a tendency to help things now didn't they? "The grown ups will make it better." Looking up to mommy, "Right?"

Piper sighed...and now the child was upset and it was her fault to. Wow this had really blown up in her face...it wasn't fair. First she'd denied of things and now things go downhill from here. Maybe this was one of those times she should quit while she was ahead. Wrapping her own arms around the boys in her lap she hugged them both and pet lightly at Zykariel's hair while answering her son's question. "Right...don't worry Zykariel, whatever is wrong we're going to make it all better again, okay?"

"Zykariel is with Piper. Care to inform me of present circumstances that pretain to your person?" Slipping his arms around her back and under her knees, picking her up once more and moving to set her in a chair so that she was more comfortable, as he went to checking for various other injuries on her.

"When will Malik Learn that threatening people so rigorously is not an effective policy for controlling minions..." Kimmuriel said calmly from a nearby wall. "Heard about the commotion, and since my favourite female drow was hurt, I could not help but stick my nose in it." He tossed a vial to Sevilin. "She's had some of that before."

Kimmuriel smirked, "Who could possibly kill me if you could not." He replied without missing a beat. "That really is a healing potion. Trust me or not, Zahara has already consumed one. If I really wanted to kill her, I am not the sort to resort to such boring things as poisoning my opponent. You should know that better than most." Most being already dead.

"Right now, it is better for me for her to be well. If you do not believe that, that is your decision. But, it is rather strange that a husband would not do everything in his power to ensure the quick and rapid improvement of his significant other... Then again, we are drow." Kimmuriel's smirk vanished, "Least we be cursed by Corellon to forever live in misery for the treachery of our ancestor." Kimmuriel still liked the sound of his own voice.

"Why are you not concerned with my presence inside this fortress? Has it become so easy for anyone to enter that unwelcome guests such as myself are a common sight? Albeit, I am quite gracious of your concern for my well being."

Kimmuriel smiled softly at Zahara, "There are so many reasons, I do not know where to begin. First off, I do owe you an apology." He straighted up, bowed his head and said, "I apologize."

Then he straightened up again, "Secondly, I had a few stunning revaluations recently (for a seven hundred year old elf), and realized just how important you are to my life."

"Thirdly, I need to find out who killed Meilikki." He paused, "All other reasons are not trivial, but there is no need to rush things."

"Sevilin is not the type to allow what he wants to disappear in front of him." Kimmuriel replied to Sevilin's statement, "Presumptuous is ignorance, ignorance is death. Then again, I did use a childish argument."

"To tell you the truth, I was allowed in by the guards. They seemed very keen on the idea." He could not resist using his devilish smile of 'I know something you don't know'. But, that faded quicker than normal. A programed reaction which was overridden by conscious effort.