User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20151021022450

Raphael: "Thunder Wing..."

Thunder Wing is quivering, the arrows in her quiver shake and rattle. Raphael chuckles and leans closer. "No need to be nervous."

Thunder nods, but doesn't stop quavering. Raphael carries on with his speech. "I hereby name you a temporary High Council member in the abscence of Michael the Archangel. Do you accept?"

Thunder: "I-I do."

Raphael turns to the other Council members. "Does anyone object."

Uriel mutters something that sounds like, "Stupid upstart." Other than that, everyone is silent.

Raphael: "Wonderful, now we vote. Take your seats, Council members Lamentations and Thunder Wing."

Thunder looks back at her companions and trots to the seventh throne. She steps onto it and sits on it awkwardly. Raphael now addresses the Council. "Now, who thinks we should send assistance to the mortals to help with their plight.

Uriel: "No. They can help themselves...."

Lamentations glares at Uriel. "The mortals need divine intervention from time to time."

Raphael: "I agree. Chamuel?"

The mare in the throne next to Raphael sighs. "I agree with Uriel."

Raphael sneers. "Of course you do. Jophiel?"

A dark grey stallion clears his throat. "The Horses are free. This is a time to aide the mortals."

Uriel mumbles bitter remarks at his colleague. Raphael turns to the stallion next to Thunder. "How about you Zadkiel?"

Zadkiel mumbles, "Uriel is right."

Raphael sighs..."Fine....Thunder you are the deciding vote."

Thunder tries to sit up tall. Uriel gives her a death glare. "The surface-dwellers need help with this threat."

Uriel lets out a scream of rage. "You are all idiots!"

Raphael: "Quiet, Uriel. The movement passes four to three. Lamentations, ready the regiments."

Lamentations nods and disappears in a flash of light. Raphael turns to Thunder. "We know about Dazzling...We'll get you an elite squad to go and find her."

Thunder just quietly nods.

Pestilence just gazes into the Pool. "How much longer."

Famine just sighs. "Twenty-three hours."

Pestilence: "Oh come on!"

Meanwhile, Dazzling lays limps at the bottom of the acidic water. The burning has overloaded her pain receptors and she cannot move. Whispers echo in her mind....

The whispers: "Pain...you cannot feel pain...Pain only weakens you...Let your rage flow...Let it consume all rational thought. Act on it and it alone. Let the inner bloodlust out...Destroy and slay all of your enemies. Slay them all!"

Dazzling twitches, forcing the whispers away, but her resolve is already beginning to crack as the Essence of War carries on its attempt to soak into her and merge with her soul.