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Indeed. Have fun with my clone then. Like I said, I control not his actions. His actions are his own. I just set the rules and he follows them.

Heswina was sitting in one of the many trees that dotted the gardens, her legs swinging playfully back and forth as she watched Truinthil. "Poor little people...they never knew what hit them." Giggling to herself she slid herself off the branch and landed with a soft thud. She was still wearing the Cuendillar armor, but it was much tighter around her slender frame, the armor she was wearing before was made for Truinthil and not herself. Holding the rose up, she gazed lazily into the ebony black surface. If only she could remember...she had done it once before, several times but only on a weaker level. The little amber brouch pinned to her left breast, the small circular disc that hung loosely in a pouch. Each one was an angreal (spelling?), each one was made by her. Oh the joys of the ashman insanity...binding a man who can channel as a warder...smartest thing to do at the time, but horrid after effects. She went just as crazy as he did! Only her inborn mental abilities helped counteract the effects and ultimately destroy the insanity.

Fear gripped her mind but her face remained passive, "Certainly, but it's a little pathedic that you have to use such a large amount of, such a powerful creation, to destroy the Black Company. Are you growing weaker?" She knew she was stupid for taunting Truinthil, in any case, especially when he had a dozen or more wraiths guarding him at every angle. Even with Cuendillar to protect her, she still felt like the wraith's eyes were trying to drill holes into her soul and drain the very esence from her being. A voice drifted into Truinthil's mind, encoded heavily and protected with every barrier imaginable, "Wraiths? Undead yet still they live? Forever bound between the links of the mortal realm and hell? Why are you stooping to use such a powerful monster? Afraid that perhaps you really ARE becoming to weak to fight for yourself? My little balefire couldn't have done THAT much to your ego."

~Truinthil laughed a bit then shook his head, responding within her own mind.~

No. I grow not one stitch weaker. It is in the opposite direction that I go. I just choose to use so many of this powerful creation of mine because I can. And besides, it is good sometimes to be overprepared, is it not? I and my clone could destroy this guild ourselves, while taking heavy injury, but it is more fun to watch these little people flail against something that some would say represents fear itself. But let me enlighten you about my Wraiths. They are neither undead or living. Well no, I take that back. In a sense they are very much alive. I created them myself, only modeling them off of Halfmen and the wraiths that you speak of. These Wraiths are much stronger and smarter than the ones of which you know. And I also do not intend to use all of them against the guild. Only a small percent of them will truly attack the guild. The others are merely there for show and precaution. I will join in the battle too. I wouldnt want to miss out on all the fun now would I?

*Shrugs and hops up onto his feet.As usual he was full of energy.He took only a moment to fix the wrappings on his costume before wandering through the gardens.Everytime he saw a small bird he'd scare it away,giggling as it's wings fluttered.The birds knew he was only playing though,for he spoke with the animals in special way.Smiling he said hello to all the plants as he walked.*

It's such a nice evening...

((Hes, i do hope you werent moking my with that ooc there. My friend truly was freakin out. someone was lurkin outside her house, rubbin against the windows of her comp room. if its merely coincidence that we both have freaked out friends thats all right, but please, do not mock if you arent sure if its true or not.))

*appears by the pond sitting the looking at the Sun* ah

*looks over at the man* Is who still here??