Welcome to Gaia! ::

As the door opens to grant entrance to the archmagi, his presense commands the room to bid him welcome, raw power flowing from his form. Ashen gray locks fall across his flaming eyes of vibrant violet, hiding two small wings in a mess of hair. About his head a light blue sheen can be seen, a material of some sort of clear crystal with a faceted appearance, an ornate vestment of silken blue threads covering his loose grey dress shirt, but the depiction of a weaping phoenix upon the back is clear as day. A strand of azure crystal beads 'round his neck cannot even be seen.

Two violet wings wreathed in blue flame extend from his back, complimenting the blue chain that is wrapped around his right arm. Arcs of blue lightning spark between his fingertips and the shards of metal that surround his hands like a pair of fractures gauntlets. An orb of crimson flecked with emerald surged around him in a steady unrelenting pace. His midnight blue cargo pants bulge near the bottom as two boots of a similar color wrapping around his feet.

As he strides in a glint of light passes from his ring finger, an unending spiral of azure light that seems alive with an unfathomable strength. He slowly strides over to Morgana and glares down at her, "I've no time for games. If I'm not back in time for dinner my wife won't let me into bed for a week." This next comment, despite how odd it might seem, was given with dead seriousness, "I assure you, that is a fate worse than death in my house."

((*ahem* I'd note you're dealing with Torment, not his father Tacitus. Please watch the name IC.))

Tor smirked as he gazed down at her, flicking his wrist in her direction as the links of chain shot out to circle around her in a wide arc and draw close, the blade pointing at her like the stinger upon a scorpian. There was no confusion, just annoyance, "Its a figure of speech, you twit. She'll be fine back home or out on her own. She's my girl, and that alone means she can handle herself well enough. I'd prefer to leave as soon as possible. Pleasantries can wait till we're en route. I suggest you hurry, else you'll find the Feather here has a mind of its own."

He glared at her, growing frustrated with her insolence, "The quicker we leave the quicker we can get this over with and the quicker I can get the plague of your form from my sight. I'll be waiting outside." The chain darted back to him, whipping around dangerously close to her, but wouldn't cut anything if she didn't freak out. He'd turn without another word and head outside, mana begining to flows through his form as his perceptions began to alter reality to his will, enforcing the idea that the landscape was a sentient being and that he could summon forth three earth elementals of medium size.

Torment said nothing, the simple fact that i was going to be a multiple day excurssion would give him time to recharge not only his Essentia each night, but the downtime could be used to refocus his mana channeling. Furthermore, the three earthen golems that rose from the ground would last until dawn with only a very small amount of mana utilized to conform reality to his perceptions. He glanced to her and then back to his golems, "Lead the way then, ma'am." The three golems would form up in front of him with one leading the way, two to his left and three to his right. They were meatshields.



((They can take three hits before they crumble, hence the markings. They will be referenced as 1, 2, and 3))

They followed obediently, after all, that was the purpose in this little excursion. When they met up with Natasha she certainly didn't get a friendly hello from Torment after her words. His voice came as needles on the spine, a cold shiver forced upon any that heard it, regardless of their willpower to avoid it, "Do not underestimate the strength of men, wwwhench. I could slay everyone in a mile with a single thought, so you'd do wwwell to keep your tongue in check."

Torment could only laugh, "And you realize I do it merely to torment the lot of you, do you not? If I haven't gotten under your skin I have failed. For I know that if you decide to try anything rash, you will die. All of you. I may be taking your orders, but I am by far your superior. As I've said, a single thought and entire mile goes up in smoke, with my glorious form at the eye of the tempest."

He chuckled as she instructed him on procedures for the coming trip, "Quite right, I'm sure we can do that, or we can do it my way." He reached out to the surroundings and forced a perception that his own perception and knowledge of the area was far greater than it was, a perception akin to a detection spell that had much greater flexibility. Phoenix Feather glows about his wrist as a wave passes out from him, informing him of all movement within one hundred feet of his location and giving him details on everything within fifty feet.

Torment couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You're the only one causing trouble, babe. If you'd start acting like the leader of this expedition and stop bickering with me, we might get something done. Though I highly doubt it. If you're quite finished..." With a flash of flame he took to the air, the extension of his senses oddly remaining upon the ground despite the fact that he had risen above. 1, 2, and 3 remained near Lady Morgana while Tor went up in order to get a better view. The Phoenix Feather began uncoiling from around his wrist to hang in the air around him like a rheudamentary blocking device.