The purpose of the orb is not clear, and the condition of the evil one does not seem to have changed, but SOMETHING just happened, this is certain.

'Sorry about that friend, I was distracted by vents over which I have no control

When Shark, Spooky, Momster, and all of others arrived at the coastline where Abraxas is. He walks up to them and discussed the plan that he wanted to talk about. Abraxas said, "There is a way to defeat the being. It will take my crystal and all of you must attack my crystal with your fullest power and the crystal will absorb it and channel it through me and I will aim the attack toward the being's heart. You must help me with this, don't hold back, the crystal will help me to survive. And use your weapons that I gave to you, use them too. I say once again, don't hold back at all, I repeat, dont hold back." Abraxas held out his crystal and let it to suspend itself in midair, positioning itself to absorb the attacks. "All of you must be ready to attack the crystal when the evil moves again." Said Abraxas.

Hearing what needed to be done, Shark strides over to his dragon to prepare his attack run. On his way over Shark is herd mumbling to him self and going through his compartments, taking inventory, "Potions, scrolls, AAAHHHHH!!!! There they are. Got my rings of fireballs. I think this would be the time to pull them out." and Shark slips the 3 rings onto his hands and mounts his dragon and takes off into the dark sky.

Contemplating the most effective way to comply with the request made by Abraxas, the Athiators seem to have a brief discussion.

Having come to a conclusion about the most effective way to channel the maximum energy into the crystal in the briefest period possible, they quickly whip out a spell book and begin to murmur in sync as they memories a spell at the highest level they can each achieve. Hopefully it will be enough.

Ah, if only one could use spellfire, it would make this so much easier.

Spooky puts on some lipstick and gets ready for the flirt tactic..."What's that? It won't work here? Darn...weapons it is."

Deep within Abraxas' mighty fort, down the darkest of the halls, stood two mighty golden doors. To either side of the door, stood a muscular monk who looked to have enforced more of their ways than preached their religion. They did not move or speak as the beaten form of the young magi limped down the halls, leaning heavily on a branch that he had found when he awoke from the wounds inflicted by the beast. Still, it was possible to see the blood flowing from the hundreds of cuts across his chest and arms with the gash on his arm bleeding freely. The young prince looked at the two monks as he leaned on the door, his voice barely above a whisper but heard throughout the hall in a loud echo.

"I must study the spells needed to finish off my brethren. No one, not even Lord Abraxas, is allowed in here by penalty of death. Both theirs, and yours."