Antarctica, 0946 Hours
Jan 20th - OE 102
Perhaps some time before Xander had fully gotten himself situated in the arctic, It seemed he wasn't the only one in interest with what was partially buried in the snow. Though there was little in the way of shadows in the flat surface of the arctic ice caps and endless kilometers of snow, a singular man seemingly flickered in and out of existence as he moved through the snow, his heavy greaves making a notably wet crunching sound every time he stepped in the snow. A black cloak dorned his body, keeping most of his body concealed, though his sheer size alone would be intimidating to most anyone who saw him. His skeletal mask hid his facial features, though spectral-blue eyes seemed to flash and glimmer from within, along with two horns arcing and protruding from the sides of his head.
A ‘member’ of the cult of Volkruss and one of its elders, Vayne Marvis treaded his way through the snow, seemingly alone, as he walked towards the location where Xander and his group was. The man was foolish to do what he was attempting; the man’s own hubris unable to realize just how dangerous the being he was attempting to excavate from the snowy ruins. Perhaps he would manage to harness the being without failure, but if he were to fail? Were the El Milleniums to awaken? It would be something beyond what he alone could handle, nonetheless the combined might of Humanity.
Such is the threat that remained slumbering. The Guardians had managed to harness El Millennials and use them as their gate between worlds, though they have been doing it for 2,000 years; they knew what they were doing. But Xander? He was but an amateur, he was but a greenhorn. Alone, he wouldn’t even last a minute before things would go to hell and back.
But if he had help? That was another question entirely.
And Vayne was rather extraordinary at using others’ ambitions to his own end.
“Xander Digby, CEO of Alkahest. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”
Vayne would appear like a ghost before Xander, appearing at his rear without notice. Hi voice was deep and commanding. It held an almost calming tone, yet held a mountain of mystery within its depth.
“I have an idea of what you’re about to do and… I would like to offer my aid in your endeavours.”
Vayne took a gentlemanly bow, his eyes flashing briefly as he lowered his head.
“I am Vayne Marvis, consider me a fellow enthusiast of the ancient and unawakened.”
Jan 20th - OE 102
Perhaps some time before Xander had fully gotten himself situated in the arctic, It seemed he wasn't the only one in interest with what was partially buried in the snow. Though there was little in the way of shadows in the flat surface of the arctic ice caps and endless kilometers of snow, a singular man seemingly flickered in and out of existence as he moved through the snow, his heavy greaves making a notably wet crunching sound every time he stepped in the snow. A black cloak dorned his body, keeping most of his body concealed, though his sheer size alone would be intimidating to most anyone who saw him. His skeletal mask hid his facial features, though spectral-blue eyes seemed to flash and glimmer from within, along with two horns arcing and protruding from the sides of his head.
A ‘member’ of the cult of Volkruss and one of its elders, Vayne Marvis treaded his way through the snow, seemingly alone, as he walked towards the location where Xander and his group was. The man was foolish to do what he was attempting; the man’s own hubris unable to realize just how dangerous the being he was attempting to excavate from the snowy ruins. Perhaps he would manage to harness the being without failure, but if he were to fail? Were the El Milleniums to awaken? It would be something beyond what he alone could handle, nonetheless the combined might of Humanity.
Such is the threat that remained slumbering. The Guardians had managed to harness El Millennials and use them as their gate between worlds, though they have been doing it for 2,000 years; they knew what they were doing. But Xander? He was but an amateur, he was but a greenhorn. Alone, he wouldn’t even last a minute before things would go to hell and back.
But if he had help? That was another question entirely.
And Vayne was rather extraordinary at using others’ ambitions to his own end.
“Xander Digby, CEO of Alkahest. I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”
Vayne would appear like a ghost before Xander, appearing at his rear without notice. Hi voice was deep and commanding. It held an almost calming tone, yet held a mountain of mystery within its depth.
“I have an idea of what you’re about to do and… I would like to offer my aid in your endeavours.”
Vayne took a gentlemanly bow, his eyes flashing briefly as he lowered his head.
“I am Vayne Marvis, consider me a fellow enthusiast of the ancient and unawakened.”
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