Welcome to Gaia! ::

hmm? *he sees Maggie rise*

Oh Maggie, not yet. I want it to be perfect when you see my world. But I promise you, it'll be soon.

*pauses* of course, I don't know when I'll be back and neither do you....

*smiles* It'll work out. I have faith.

*he takes his key and puts it in the lock*

I'll see you soon!

*he steps through and is gone*

** Exit Bard **

"HRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARRG!"

-=WHAM!=-

As the young Malazar fades in his battle cry roars through with him. The stake in his upraised hand flashes downwards and crunches into the bartop. The length of hard wood buries itself neatly six inches into the bar. Malazar pants heavily. His eyes are glazed over with battle rage and his shoulder length black hair lays plastered across his face by sweat. Nothing seems to register to him for a moment, he just stand there with one hand clentched around the stake, panting. Finally, he blinks the haze away and takes a deep breath. Malazar takes his hand off the stake and rubs his eyes a bit, flips his hair out of his face with the same hand. Finally, he looks around, and almost loses it again.

"DAWMMIT! I ALMOST HADD THAT BLOODY BASTAD!"

He curses vehemently, punching the bar and sending chairs and tables across the room with brutal kicks. His speech is still accented, but it is much less thick than it had been before. Otherwise, he seems quite livid.

"FOCK!"

Malazar growls and is about to punt another table before Cora's voice cuts through his rage. He takes another deep breath and visibly composes himself before answering.

"I'm sorey Cora, of late I find it harder to control myself than before this curse."

His looks around the bar as if seeing it for the first time and sighs again. Then his eyes fall on the stake buried in the bartop...

"I almost had him lassy, I was within moment of stopping him once and I was dragged here... For what reason, I wonder, what could have been... Gah."

"What? What foolishness are you talking about lassy? Kill or be killed is too often the rule of the world, especially my world. However, I would agree with you in many cases... this is not one of them. The Eldred are the yin the Guilds yang, and everyone respects that balance. When that ancient trust was broken by him, his life became void on all sides. Hundreds of better men and women than I have met their end at his hands, and thousands whom should have no place in our conflict."

Malazar glares at the stake and lowers his head.

"And I was almost the one to deliever the vengance of them all."

A single drop of water falls on the floor.

You can't see it, but Malazar sneers. His very stance and the set of his shoulders speaks of it clearly. Malazar barely even moves as he speaks, he doesn't even brush the long black hair away from his face.

"Human? Ah, I forget sometimes how sterile your world is. Lassy, not only is Befomet not human, he never was."

"Vampire lassy, not some pathetic cross-breed either. Befomet was born a vampire, of vampires, in an age barely remembered even in the Guildhouse Records. He's immensely strong, fast, and inteligent. None of the conventional methods work against one as strong as him. Garlic, useless, he even likes to season his food with it. Holy symbols, even more useless, that is simply church propaganda meant to improve its own image against the dark tides. Don't even bother trying sunlight, he'd get a light sunburn in the time it would take him to tear out the throats of a hundred man below a noontime sun. The only way to kill a monster as strong and old as Befomet is to pound a stake through his cold heart. Even that isn't as easy as it sounds, cutting his skin is like striking refined steel and twice as hard to penetrate."

"Fifty-five years ago, to the day, Befomet went mad."

((*pokes Liv with a stupid stick, but then remembers she's blonde*))

~~Enter Torment~~

Torment blinks in, shirtless with a towel around his neck, covered in ice and frozen waffles, even a frozensausage patty or two. He shivers slightly before he realizes where he is, catching Cora's statements, thinking to himself, Great...I see this ending well... He slowly began plucking the frozen breakfast items from his body, hair, and pants, setting them on the bar.