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Yawgmoth tilted his head for a moment. "Good evening." He responded back. His tone was colder, more detached. The playful undertone of him wanting to torment her simply because she existed seemed gone now. "We believe you know something." Yawgmoth said walking closer to her. Although his manner may not have been threatening the cold tone just may inspire some drawback or fear from him. "You sense that we are different from before do you not?" He inquired stopping just a few feet from her. His tail laid oddly motionless the whole time. Letting itself be drug over the floor rather than picking itself up to move with him or swaying behind him.

"Allow us to show you" Yawgmoth said motioning to his left hand which reached out towards her. The way for which it reached was not threatening at all, and seeing as it was headed for her forehead and not her other body parts one would assume he meant to not feel her up again. His tan skin laid upon her blue hair and a pulse ran through his arm. The pulse's energy was not as malicious in nature as the darkness that she would be accustomed to feeling. The pulse in fact, was meant to show memories, like a movie in front of her eyes which it did. Memories of a man named Urza, memories of his weapon, memories of being hit by that weapon, visions of Yawgmoth's mind severing into two halves. One she knew well, evil and cruel, one was kind, gentle, protective. The next memories were of the cruel side killing the kinder gentler side, and finally showed her what events had transpired in the outside where the two became one again. He removed his hand and chuckled lightly. "Believe it or not. That was the first time we have ever done what we just did. We are finding all sorts of odd quirks about us now that we whole again. Mourn not for the side that died, it was never supposed to exist in the first place as you can tell. We have forced memories of us at war before. Those were before Urza and his weapon. That is how we were at perfect strength and mind. As we are again. You, seemed to be the first to pick up on this." Yawgmoth stated letting his hand fall to the wayside of his body. "Your insightful abilities are keen. Even if they cannot measure exactly what has occurred. The fact that they are aware that something has occurred is proof enough of their aptitude." He complimented, yes, actually complimented. Yawgmoth took a seat and awaited any reply she had to his display, any questions he was sure she would have. She was quite the curious one he knew.

Yawgmoth tilted his head for a moment in thought. "We did not mean to separate. It just, happened. We suppose it was a side effect of Urza's weapon. Since it failed to kill us like he intended it to, we suppose instead it split us in two dividing our powers so we were no longer a threat to him and his plane of Dominaria." Yawgmoth answered. "And painful?" Yawgmoth said leaning his face near hers with a serious expression, locking gazes with her. "You don't know the meaning of the word." his tone was deadly serious as he tore his crimson eyes away and sighed. "Although it did not kill us, it left us crippled, and our Phyrexia in near ruins. We are well aware now that if it were not for our ascension in growing a planeswalker spark that day, that we would have perished. For you see, after that hit we lie on the sixth sphere of Phyrexia for nearly two-thousand of your years. Unable to move, unable to eat, sleep, drink or do anything but writhe in agony at the inconceivable amount of damage the weapon had done. But we knew why, we knew for one it was designed for over four-thousand of your years, designed to do nothing but kill us. That was the weapons purpose. It would hurt no other creature. Urza obsessed over us, over killing us with that, for four-thousand years. And we know that laying there, that was our punishment for our crimes against the universe. We knew the great creator and his fellow gods were laughing at us. It was during this period that our mind slowly split apart. It was year later when the two of us finally separated into two physical bodies." Yawgmoth went on to explain further. At the mention of what had happened to him she could see his face cringe up in rage and hatred for Urza. The mention of his very name seemed to cause steam to vent from Yawgmoth's head. "And we know that that damned man is laughing with them now. He gave his life and his own planeswalker spark to power the weapon. So he was, in his mind, assuring our defeat with his life. We only wish he hadn't died. So we could have killed him ourselves and tortured his soul for four times as long as we laid there" Yawgmoth said as the arms of the chair he was holding crushed into dust under his grip. Unconsciously he'd been squeezing at the arm rests while reciting his greatest defeat, and his greatest blow to his ego.

Yawgmoth's eyes watched the empty room for a moment. Letting go of the chair he stood up shaking the dust from his hands where he'd crushed in the arm rests. Yawgmoth only shook his head at her laughter. She was lucky though, with as cold and cruel as he'd been to others lately had she not been there to hear him out he might've struck at her. "Until next time." Yawgmoth said to the air with a slight humph in his breath. Yawgmoth decided too the hour was late enough that it was time for him to return to Crow. Walking down the stone staircase that is exactly what the dark lord did.

Lyanel approached the door to the tavern with a steady grin on his face. He was glad to be back, and although this place had been shelter to him for no more than a month, it was the closest he had to home. He followed his wife through the door, closing it after they were both in to keep the warmth inside and the cold air outside. The scents of the tavern filled his nose as he entered, causing his smile to widen a little more. Such a pleasent atmosphear should be impossible to achieve in such a place filled with evil.
He continued to follow his beautiful wife to the bar counter, but instead of taking a seat beside her, he chose to walk behind the bar, and pull out their drinks - a bottle of sparkling water for her, and a glass of whiskey for him.
These actions that he was so used to doing now, almost like routine, made him chuckle. When Amara turned up at the elven city yesturday to collect him, the Wood Elves found it most peculiar for the husband to doat on the wife, and not the other way around. The elf way of life was still lacking behind others, but their weaponry and skills were excelled passed others intensely.
Those thoughts reminded Lyanel of something that he had obtained in the city, and he thought that it might be of interest to Aliator.
"Tell me, darling, where might Aliator be at this time?"

"Well, that is understandable considering what is happening inside the Syndicate at this time. People of Aliator's importance cannot be expected to be easily tracked."
Lyanel smiled at his wife, and then poured his whiskey into a large glass. He stopped once the glass was three quarters full, and then downed half of it, his eyes widening for a moment or two before finishing the last quarter. It took only a minute for the suttle burn to cease, leaving him nodding with a sly expression.
"That's some good s**t."

Lyanel shrugged and poured himself another glass of whiskey, this time a little less that before. He chose to speak before he drank, as he found it quite difficult to speak with the burn in his throat.
"I... uh... well, a certain item of value came into my possesion in the city, and i am pretty sure that it would be of interest to him, and if not, it will sell for a nice price."
He deliberately did't look into his wifes eyes as he spoke then, as he knew that she would be able to tell exactly what he meant by 'came into his posession'. It wasn't like he killed the man, he just won't be waking up for a few more nights.

"No sex would drive any man on the planet crazy, Amara. Being a man means that you are designed to be aroused by most natural accouring phonomena on the planet, which is something no woman can ever understand. Like a man can't for the life of them understand what the hell goes on in a womans brain."
But then, Lyanel stopped himself from going any further on such a subject, knowing that if he did he would only dig himself a hole so deep that he would never be able to climb out of. He simply smiled and shrugged, and continued on the more important subject.
"The item i obtainted is actaully a weapon. It is very difficult to explain what exactly it does, but i know for sure that it draws on the energy around it, and transfers it into one of the aspects it needs to work properly."
Lyanel pulled out from his pouch hanging from his belt what seemed to be a small silver ball and held it out so Amara could see in the palm of his hand.
"It is used much like a grenade. You throw it at your target, and assuring that you are precise and acurate in your throw, it will actually be far more effective than a grenade... Four times more effective actaully, but in a different way."