OoC: Hmm. You like lots of description, I see. It works, I guess.

So, today we'll be seeing Tahredron make an appearance. If you wish to read about him, his profile can be found in post #2 of the Character thread. I plan on adjusting his bio sometime soon, but I haven't gotten around to it just yet. You might be interested to see a doodle I made of him lacking armor, located in the Artwork forum.

Also, I detest Power Play. I have no idea if you do it, but since 95% of the BA does it, I feel I should point that out.


IC:

Tahredron and his ilk were manipulators. They manipulated people, fate, whole star systems, to get whatever end they felt would be best suited to their future. It helped that the leaders of his sort could foresee the future, and how to modify it to avert certain disasters, or set in motion a series of events to accomplish something decades later.

He himself had once carefully followed that path, and had been skilled at it. More recently, he had chosen a different path that was generally more peaceful, although now and then he would find the need to influence events to cause another event elsewhere.

It was on just such an occasion that he found himself in a land without darkness. There was great evil in such a place; to exist without the darkness was to invite it in to take over completely. Balance will always be restored, although without specific guidance, the balance would shift the other way for just as long, if not longer, before finding its center again. Actions and reactions, even simple humans could understand such concepts.

To restore balance more safely, the darkness must be brought in in a more controlled manner. It happened that he arrived this day because fate had placed just such a source of darkness: A wayward demon of some kind, wishing for war. War: the ultimate darkness that simple beings can bring about on their own.

To that end, Tahredron stood on a slight hill in the peace of the place. It was almost sickening how decadent the whole place was. Deplorable. He stood in full battle garb: his internally powered white battle armor completely encased his body, protecting it from the more simplistic of assaults. Atop that, he wore his white and green Farseer's robes, serving both to protect him by way of his warding runes, and to show to others of his kind who he was, and what he was, Farseer of the Biel-Tann, even if he was no longer in the same realm of reality.

Floating lightly to his left was his channeling staff, with its red-glowing orb gyrating and pulsing slowly on the top. It stayed with him as he calmly walked across the grass, moving in such a way to almost seem like he was floating. Around him, the breeze began to pick up, and quickly whipped into a localized storm, tearing bits of plant up around him, debris swirling about. Nothing touched him, though, as he came to a spot where he could see his target.

Without a word, he brought his staff into his fingers, pointed it surely at the winged figure, and let loose a burst of energy, the windstorm around him streaking with the burst all the way to the demon.

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