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((OOC: But she doesn't know what's going on. You blocked her off for most of the conversation, from what I recall...))

((Eep. I forgot there was anyone else here... x.x Come on in, it will create some lovely confusion and intrigue! Besides, Aer has the hots for Tekira xd

Sorry to make you feel excluded. sad ))

"Bah," Rivus said woefully as the table and chairs vanished. He didn't fall as his own chair disappeared, but instead smoothly pushed himself up to his feet without losing his balance even once. "I was eying that cranberry sauce... Well, my friend," he said, "I would love to know why you seem so suddenly hostile toward me. Have I ever done you any disservice? I've given you hundreds of Hearrtes, and I don't plan to take Aer from you."

Turned it down. Turned it down. Fool. He didn't know what he was talking about.

"How did I find this place?" Rivus laughed to himself and ripped the rest of the meat off the bone, taking his time in chewing and swallowing it. Finally he tossed the bone over his shoulder. About a foot off the floor, it vanished just like everything else had done.

"How did I find this place," Rivus repeated, and laughed again. "You know better than I the enchantments on this island, Wraith. Those who don't know where it is must be led. Well, you've unwittingly led me here dozens of times, Wraith! You ought to know how good I am at concealing my weaves! I could be doing anything right now, anything at all, and you wouldn't suspect a thing!"

As if to illustrate his point, Rivus snapped the fingers of his right hand, and a silver goblet appeared in the air before him as if an invisible door had just opened to reveal it there. To Aer's slightly-trained eyes, and even to Wraith's, not a single thread had appeared to facilitate the spell. Rivus took the goblet and calmly sipped the wine in it.

Wraith performed a quick gesture with his right hand and slamed a spiritual shield in place between Rivus and the fount of magicks. "You never cared for anything but the advancement of your own power! Those Hearrtes you provided were tainted with the filth of one rejected by the Gods! Your hands are smeared with the blood of slaughtered innocents, taking their Hearttes without an offer at life!" Wraith laughed a dry laugh and opened all the channels of the ship's vast powers, and was fooded with raw power. In the sorcerors eye, he shone like a thousand suns with raw magick.

Wraith flexed the lines of power and a force like thunder with out sound spread from him, shattering the windows and throwing Rivus off his feet. Wraith spoke. "Depart." came a voice that was not his own, yet uttered from his lips. "I shall not spare you again, as I did last we met." The cords of power flexed again and this time Rivus was sent skiddering across the floor.

Despite Wraith's blindingly fast magicks, no part of Rivus save the soles of his feet ever touched the floor. He moved insanely fast, twisting through the air to land, somehow, on his feet. His red robes settled around him as he eyed Wraith warily, but with a smile on his face.

"What's a little blood when you have ultimate power?" he said with a small laugh. He straightened and brushed himself off, though there was no dust on him. "I never bore you any ill will, Wraith, and believe me, you don't want me to."

Aer hurried to Tekira's side. "Be careful. Wraith and my father... I don't know how or why he is here, but my father is a powerful magick-user. He may not be able to beat Wraith, but the crossfire might kill us both if we aren't careful."

One by one, the channels closed, easing off the power that had been brought forth from the work of centuries. "Your assistance is not required, Revus." Wraith shook of the last strands and shuddered at what he had almost done, almost bringing war to his Wasteland Fortress. "If need be, I can provide a gitacr for your departure." He waved his hand and one appeared, identical to Aers as it was made from the blueprint stored in the ships memory banks. "I apologize for my rude behavor. I assure you, so long as you anounce you visitations ahead of time, I will make a better host. But for now, depart. I have matters of my own to deal with without you complicating the matter. Forgive me, old companion."

Wraith sagged against the newly reappeared table. "Please, call me Amryk, that is the name I was born with. Wraith is but a title." The rush of power from the ship had exausted him. He looked at the windows as they began repairing themselves into a semblance of order. "You three go ahead and eat, I fear this exchange has somewhat exhausted me." With a wave of his hand, the gitacr vanished, and in the same movement, he pulled out a card somewhat akin to the paintings in the gallery, regarded it, and was gone in a shower of rainbows. In his royal suite, Amryk collapsed on his bed, and fell into a deep slumber troubled by dreams of prophecy.

((And I think I will follow suite. Goodnight everyone! Eat well!))

((OOC: And I am back!...at eight-thirty in the morning.))

Tekira sat down beside Aer, but made no motion towards the food. "What happened here?" she asked at last. "You seem to know much more than Janika and I. What's going on?"