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Mmm...thanks, luckily you're not armed with such an arsenal this time.* Ali smiled alittle before he drank half of the glass at once, letting out a content sigh afterwards. It still held the usual kick and strong taste as always, just perfect.* Where is that husband of yours?

A familiar black mass of liquid slithered up from the dungeon below. It had grown so tired of waiting around it was taking charge of things now. Piling onto itself near Aliator it formed Yawgmoth, arms crossed over his chest and familiar smirking look gazing upon Ali. "My my you have some mighty rude people standing guard at your castle. We grew bored of them and left to find you ourselves. There is one matter that you will settle right now that means the utmost importance to us and to you as well even if you don't realize it." Yawgmoth said in a serious tone despite his playfully evil look. "Answer us truthfully Aliator. Do you plan on betraying us during our invasion? Yes or no. We cannot help but feel that although your sincerity is generally a sure thing, that in this case your plans greatly differ from ours." Yawgmoth finished uncrossing his arms letting them hang to his sides. "This is no longer about the war, this is no longer about Angel and Crow this is now about you and us. Are we going to clash yet again at the head until one of us finally dies? Or are we going to peacefully co-exist and even aid one another during this....transition of power?" Yawgmoth said awaiting Ali's response.

Amara's eyes widened then.
"I swear to god it wasn't a mouse. It was a demon sent from hell itself i say!"
She squirmed in her place a little, hopelessly trying to defend herself and regain her dignity from the 'mouse episode', but she knew that would never happen, so she sighed and slouched. A moment later, Amara quickly moved to the other side of the room, away from both Yawgmoth and Aliator, knowing that she did not want to be sat in the middle of that, whether they were just talking or not - the looks they gave each other would probably just slice her body in half or something.
Amara made her way up into the rafters above the fire, giving herself a warm atmosphear and also allowing her to listen in a little.

We have the same goals when it comes to Crow and I have no intention of killing you.* Ali repeated the same thing only shorter this time before he closed his eyes and downed the rest of his whiskey, tossing the glass aside and hearing it shatter against the floor. Looking back over at Yawg with his usual smirk and his eyes glowing the mixture of Red and black, slowly followed by the aura itself. With his right hand ,Ali did as Yawg often did, he held out his finger and moved it from side to side. As if telling a child it had been bad.* But you killed a family member of mine, that's a big no no. Therefor I was planning on crushing your forces without you knowing and therefor putting a large impact on your biggest weakness, Your ego, before I would continue on with our same goals and put Crow on the Throne and you by her side. You call it betrayl, I call it punishment.

Yawgmoth shook his head, in his head he searched his many memories for any member of Ali's family he had off'd. He would never do such a...wait. That annoying man. It was Ali's annoying brother in law. Clavi's brother. Had he finally died after what Yawgmoth had done to him? This must've meant it was so. Yawgmoth sighed upon this realization. There was only one choice then. "Then there is only one path for us to take. We cannot allow you to spill the blood and oil of our children in revenge for killing your bother-in-law. We never meant to kill the poor ********. Only knock him away so he would leave us the hell alone. If this will not change your plans. Then we have no choice" Yawgmoth said undoing the buttons on his shirt. "You have to die right now. So that our invasion will continue with flawless efficiency." Yawgmoth finished as the last button of his shirt came lose and he let the fabric slip from his shoulder blades. "Is this honestly what you want?" Yawgmoth said taking a step back flexing his fingers. He had the utmost respect for Aliator and his strength, but nothing would hinder his plans, not Ali, not even the great creators themselves.

When Ali tossed Yawgmoth's shirt back the Dark Lord actually breathed with relief. If his newfound 'perfection' had won him the fight he knew in his mind that Ali still would not go down easily and even if he did succeed in killing Aliator by the time he actually got the job done any random idiot could swoop in and end his life he'd be so weak from the clash. "A discussion over whiskey is much more preferred." Yawgmoth said slipping his shirt back over his shoulders and buttoning it up from the bottom up. He sat down next to Aliator and grabbed a glass with his tail sliding it to his hands. "If we must pay a price for hurting your bother in law then name it. We can easily negotiate this. If you cannot already tell your cooperation is more important to us than the invasion itself." Yawgmoth explained filling the glass with the amber liquid called 'whiskey'. Downing the shot Yawgmoth felt a chill run down his spine. Sure whiskey wasn't exactly the strongest drink he'd ever had but it was pure, not tainted with additives and was pretty damn good if he had to say so himself.

For some reason, the words Aliator said then calmed Amara. She had feared that she would have to stand by his side against Yawgmoth there, and although she was not afraid of Yawgmoth, it was more frightening that she had not been in a worthy battle for such a long time that she knew she had grown a little rusty. At the word 'Whiskey', Amara jumped down from where she perched with a smile and wandered to behind the bar. She pulled out two glasses and a full bottle of, if she remembered rightly, Ali's favourite Whiskey, placing them in a line on the counter.
"I'll leave you two to talk. It is time i patrol the woods anyway. Enjoy your whiskey, and i hope you settle this. Gentlemen."
She said wit ha smile, tossing a hand as a slight wave before making her way to the door. Amara pulled up her brown hood and pulled her cloak tightly around her but before venturing out into the wind once again, she turned and smiled towards Ziven, waving a little, and then leaving.

((Goodnight all))

Yawgmoth took another shot down of whiskey and thought for a moment. "The latter can be arranged. It isn't exactly known by the populous of Mercadia that it is under Phyrexian control. You see. A group of magistrate goblins ran Mercadia in secret. We bought that control from them in exchange for their lives. So really no one knows we own it. So arrangement transport is very easy so long as your men know they are not to mention Phyrexia or it's control over Mercadia. The former however, depends. How large of our children do you need. Are we talking man sized, or giants, or bigger perhaps? Specify if you would" Yawgmoth stated. These demands were easily secured so long as Ali was more specific about which types of Phyrexians he'd need and for how long. The Mercadia portal was even easier so long as his people that went there for him or he himself kept the secret of Phyrexia's control over the planet.