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He smiled. "Why would I have anything else to do. I am free." The lord gave a little bow to the preistess.

It was quite ironic why she would go to a place called the Queen's Blesisng, since she was now an enemy to the throne. Asami shrugged, "Aright then."
(*Posting in there*)

Dialh sighed as she watched him walk away. Dialh knew everything that went on in the castle she was the one who had taken charge of the servants makeing sure everything was ran well. She had been told that morning about Katherine rushing into Alastor's arms the night before and then Matachi stealing her away. It didn't take a genis to figure out that the king had in his own way kidnapped her, if so she had been right. She was paceing trying to work this out in her head. If that were true then why at one time had she walked in to see Alastor trying to kill her mjaesty.. It didn't matter though Matachi had taken her away well guarded and she had to figure that he had in fact kiddnapped her. She needed to be armed. Then find someone.

-elsewhere-

A lone man sat in a wooden chair in the middle of the road. There were only trees on either side of the road. Before him was a caravan, who had heeded his advice to stop, but were getting angry now. He had been silent for over a minute since that first "Halt!" The leader managed to get up to the front to eye this man. "What the hell are you doing in the middle of the road!?" He yelled.
The man simply smiled. "You came from the capital, right."

The caravan leader was momentarily caught off gaurd. "Ya, so what's your point."

The man continued to smile. "I offer salvation and enlightenment to the weary travelers of the world, and we are heading for this capital."

The Caravan leader laughed. "So what god are you preaching for, preist?" He laughed, along with the others. They thought this was just another looney.

The man stood up from the chair. "I preach for the one true god, Insomnia. He will be coming, as well, but not before we have taught the barbarians in this land the way of truth." His voice echoed through the rest of the caravan, and beyond as if the very winds carried it.

The caravan master snorted. "Well, no! We ain't gonna just bow down to you because you listen to the 'true god" The man said. Everyone was laughing at this preist foolishness.

Suddenly, the sound of a bowstring was repeated a thousand times over. The caravan leader was pelted with a rain of arrows, until he and the area directly around him was a porcupine. The man calmly spoke to the rest of the group. "Those who do not follow the way of truth, shall feel it's weight upon there very souls. Those who do not want to feel the weight of truth must pledge their heart and souls to Insomnia, and may be on their way." He said, spreading his hands to the dead man before him.

Those who did not begin preying were pelted similiarly with arrows, so soon the rest of the living made their way down the road. They did not weep. A very real power had entered them when they gave away their hearts and souls to Insomnia. They walked with a vigor they previously did not contain.

The man smiled, as they passed. Out of the trees came hundreds of dark monks who taught the penalty of heresy. They moved silently, and with singular motivation into ranks behind their preist. Llyr was a conduit for all the false gods. They would break it, if it was the last thing they did.

(is this okay for a new bad guy?)

((Did you read the mail? ))

Alastor had traced the curse to this spot. He could smell that power all the way over at the castle, it wasn't hard to track. As soon as their power trail went cold, they left the curse trail behind them. Standing over the sealed door, he picked up his hand, the Zodiac Blade forming there. "Looks like I'll have to use a key of my own." Lifting it into the air, it plunged it into the earth. He started to pump power into it to get it to open.

((Llyr, I guess it's up to you to decide if it opens or not.))

Having followed her all the way back to her home, he started to play along with her. He play soft and slow as to not go over her singing. It was hard to ask who was better when it came to singing around these parts.

Following her around for a little bit, Black had a devious smile on his face. As soon as she came to a stop, he tiptoed behind her and crept up. "Look out!" He shouted, grabbing her around the waist.

The dust started to gather around him as the power started to build up. To complete the ritual to open the seal, he rose his blade to the air. When he heard a voice, the sword slammed into the ground. "Katherine, is that you? It's me Alastor." He spoke, looking down to hopefully where the door would open.

((I'm leaving it up to you, does the door open or not? You are the GM.))