I... Crailek... turn world to snow...

The being just stood there, frown on it's mouth. Crailek shuddered involuntarily. He saw that the ground about the body had formed crystals, too, as if the thing was slowly spreading.

Crailek glances down at the ground, and then back up at his crystal-covered corpse. He cocks his head to the side at the body, and attempts to grab it with his mind, and lift it into the air. If successful, he attempts to completely encase the body with energy, so that it would be unable to affect anything.

It takes a small grunt of effort - Crailek isn't exactly the most well-trained in the psychic ability front - but he has more than enough talent. Soon, with an effort of concentrated will, Crailek has the creature levitating in the air, static, trapped within a solid bubble of energetic swirls.

He enters, hoping that the tower itself may aide him in finding his beloved. He had no love for what he must do and it tore at him, he wished he could stay behind. He wished that he had never remembered... but he knew that he had to leave. Tower show me the way to my beloved and thank you for listening.

Crailek watches his crystallizing body in the psionic bubble warily, and slowly begins to lead it out of the library, and into the strange slaughter-room that was between the library and main hallway. He frowns up at his old body. "What are you doing here?"

The body, captured in force, does not reply. Cannot reply.

Foun eventually found Crailek on the level below, speaking to his corpse.

Crailek releases the corpse, not yet noticing Foun, as he was busy watching the crystal spewing zombie closely. "Tell me why you are here."

Turn.. turn world to .. turn world snow.. to snow..

This was all the crystal-zombie-thing could say. This was, perhaps, its missions, its life purpose. Who knew? It hung in the air, a strange curiosity, the reminder of a painful death experienced not too long ago.

Crailek could not ignore the presence of his lover on the other side of the room. Foun saw the hanging, pathetic zombie - identical to Crailek except for mannerisms and the fact that it was encased in crystal shards of its own making - and possibly felt some alarm.

Yes it was alarming and he would have to address it some point. His memories told him he had seen something like this before in another place, but he was certain it was not the same thing.

((OOC - not metagaming it's ironic, but I actually have something like this happen in eo and I didn't know ab out this thing till just now))

Crailek encloses his corpse in the orb of energy once again, muttering something along the lines of his disembowelment. He then looks up at Foun, but keeps his corpse still. "Hey! Is everything alright?"

He sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. I remember who I am crailek. I remember where I need to be... I'm leaving... He looked up his eyes were brimming his heart felt like it was breaking. A part of him wanted more then anything to stay, how could he lose crailek again so soon after finding him?

The corpse, encased in shimmering waves of power, had nothing to say about their strange romance.

Crailek looks into Founs eyes, a confused look on his face. "Why do you need to leave?" The corpse was for now at east for the most part forgotten.

He clasped crailek to himself. I must my love, there is no other way. There are those out there who need me, those who will die millions if I don't protect them. There is a great darkness crailek and even with all it's evils somehow yggdrasil is safe from it. The other trees aren't though and it's spreading. I need to go crailek I'm the only one who remembers, the only who knows the meaning of it all. There are others too friends I made when I was off the tree... companions we call ourselves hunters of truth. They're waiting for me on the temple divine... my ship. I wish that you could come with me, but I would never dream of taking you away from yggdrasil of dragging you into this war. Perhaps one day when you're finished with your work here... but till then I would never ask that of you. I just want ... I wish we could have one last moment...

Love.. sighed the thing caught within the energy bubbling, and for a moment it seemed as if it were laughing at their plight. Love..

Crailek looks at Foun sadly, staring into his eyes. "I wish that you did not have to go, nor that I stay. It truly pains me that we have important things to finish so far from each other. I need to finish my work here, but if I survive it, I shall seek you out for as long as there is a way to. Anything you want or wish, I would fulfill."

He ignores his corpse, not caring one way or the other how it felt about the situation.

He smiles softly, I don't know when the enemy I fight will be defeated... but I promise some day I will return for you. I will love you always and no one else. He reaches in and gives crailek a kiss...

(OOC - actually can we have a pan to blackness moment. I feel it's just right.)

The magical lights dim, go out under the pressure of Foun and Crailek's love. Fade to black.

When it is over foun, holds crailek close one more time.
I must leave now, but make certain that you remember me. I know that one day we will be together again. For now take the journal ... He had to leave now, or he would never leave. Saying one last farewell to crailek he gave him one of the two books of plans.

I will be leaving from the valley now, farewell my love.

The entire Tower seemed to creak in opposition to Foun leaving so soon. The cold irons seemed to cry why at the prospect, perhaps mimicking Crailek's own feelings.

His sorrow followed him as he finally did leave it was his final farewell... he would not return to the tree.

As Foun left, Crailek first glances over at his corpse to make sure it wasn't off nuking the world or something. He figured that he probably should have thought of that earlier, but whatever.

The corpse was still trapped within the bubble of energy. Crailek found that he could give it permanent existence if he sacrificed most of the rest of his psychic abilities.

Crailek frowned at the corpse. "You really aren't worth all the trouble you've given me, you know that?"
He shakes his head, and attempts to lead the corpse through the air to the entrance of his tower. If successful, he attempts to open the door to reveal the valley outside.

The Tower is suddenly filled with a harsh grating sound, iron on iron, as the entrance to the Tower slowly opens. A harsh bright light - the light of noon - enters then, and Crailek's eyes still for a moment. The light fades, and is replaced by an equally harsh - if not harsher - light, composed of silver and logic.

It was the light of not one but two Silver Shamblers, waiting silently as the door opened.

They were surrounded by four men - one with a diamond firearm, two with vibration blades, a fourth bearing only a silver rod - their faces obscured by arcane gas masks, dressed themselves in shimmering silver suits with HAZARD HAZARD HAZARD emblazoned upon their front. They were alien and terrifying. Crailek looked beyond and saw the entire area had been warded with tape of red and yellow.

Crailek, enemy to the Callisti People.

The voice of the Shambler was booming - at once sad, remote and terribly angry.

"Outlaw, we have the Tower surrounded," said one of the men, his voice static. "Give it up."