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Illusor hesitated, a graveyard? Then several facts clicked together in his mind and his face lit up with sudden enlightenment. "Oh Dear... the poor man..." He uttered softly, eyes filling with pity. "Lets not waste any time than... Perhaps he has learned not to be so hasty!" With those few words he quickly followed Auron in the indicated direction.

OOC: Everything seems to be moving slowly lately. I opened my RP and haven't gotten a single applicant. I'm sure things will pick back up eventually. Meanwhile...

Any comfort Matrias felt disapearred quickly at mention of a graveyard. It had only been three days since... he shuddered. "Where is Zanas when he was supposed to be guarding me?" He thought out loud. He ducked down and picked up his necklace, and slipped it back over his neck, and transformed back into the small lion cub. His animal form at least made him feel a little braver... he followed slowly after Illusor and Auron.

(( ... Who are we waiting for ah? o.O ))

It wasn't too far to the graveyard, but before it came into sight they could hear an angered wail, combined with the tremors from desperate power. Auron couldn't help but smile as the sight of Raziel still frozen in Illusor's spell next to one of the graves, only it looked as if he had somevery icky substance on his body...

(( Yes it is a word))

Illusor blinked and then gazed at the frozen warrior sadly, striding forward to consider him in his newly humiliating state, "I am deeply sorry for the inconviniences you must have suffered, but if you had been patient enough to hear me through,... this would not have happened." As he had done with all the other participants he had frozen in the earlier battle, he rested a hand on Raziel and helped him into a more comfortable position, ignoring the dusgusting goo coating the man. "It was a very simple request... I simply wanted to hear your version of the story..." Illusor began gently and sympathetically, Raziel found that he could speak again, and move his eyes.

"I have no need, nor desire for you mediation, wizard. Nor do I feel it necessary to respond to your questions." Raziel's glare was just shy of hateful, his words cold belying the anger in his eyes.

Illusor sat patiently and quietly listening to the frozen man's spiteful words, "I see..." He murmered softly, then he shook his head sadly, "Well I fear I can do nothing for you then." He made a move as if to turn away before pausing and considering the immobile warrior sadly, "I cannot free you from your ensorselment unless you follow the same stricture I set for your comrades. It is unfair to them should I treat you differently. And whether you desire my Mediation is not the question. As an off-worlder creating havock with an immortal beast of Misery it is indeed needful that I Mediate. Fortunetally for you I gave a timely intervention, but I still follow the codes of fair juristiction as a mage native to Matri, and those codes state I must receive the accounts from each participant." He sighed then, as though pained by his own actions. "I hope you will understand why cooperation would be far more conductive in this case?"

((In case you haven't noticed, this is a younger Illusor, so he's actually less mature and less harried than the healer you are familiar with in Chaosflow. ... I think he's at LEAST ten years younger if not more.))