The elf smiles ironically, considering the fact that the armies of the city of a thousand worlds test those of Abraxas on one of the many planes of Midia, and yet he has responded immediately to aid this warrior here.

"The ways of the planes are without order. I am here to help."

Athiator, elven battle mage.

Shark reappears shortly behind the elf. "The call to arms has been sent and there should be more on the way. I am not sure what this danger is but we must contain it here and not let it spread to our home." says shark as the ground begins to shake.

His hollow voice echoes throughout the throne room as he laughs. He turns to the elf and smirks lightly, "A protector of life, here to cause death. How...ironic." He turns to Shark, "I have heard of you, none of them gave me reason to fight you...yet."

The city demands such at times.

And who better to defend it than I? After all, I created it.

Athiator awaits an explanation of the threat.

His lifeless orbs turn to the elf, as a smirk crosses his face. "Save your strength for the coming battle. You will need it," says Raist.

The elf raises a single eyebrow in surprise at this comment from the young mage.

I am not one whose strength decreases with time; I have long ago superseded such limitations. Only my spell casting may be reduced, if slightly.

I do not tire.

Spooky's ears perk up at that last comment made by the "battle mage elf"

Athiator chides spooky gently for that thought.

"The war with your coming foe shall test your limits. Do not think to test me on this either. I have my...opinions on what you will be facing and it is not pretty." says Raist.

Abraxas said to all the warriors that entered the throne hall, "I have called you all here to help me, and this would be your greatest test of your strengths (magic, fighting skills, etc) and take care, what you are about to face is not ordinary or anything that you have faced in your past. This being/god is the most powerful and pure evil being that you will ever have faced."

Raist looked over his shoulder at Abraxas, smiling. "I shall stay here old friend. My magic shall be your last resort."

Momster strides in, "Gee I just went home to check on my ambers (Buzzard's woodens have been teasing them again), when Shark came with the news you needed help.