[Cspace]

"So it is true... the magic must be waning..."

*The Sprite sighs and looks off toward the sea*

[CongressJon]

Abruptly, Mistress Dachaneia hears a sound in the distance, like the sound of hooves. It gets louder and louder, and suddenly, Terakuu comes into view. He is riding a great steed, which shines with a brilliant light. He finally rides up right next to Dachaneia, and the steed shines brighter and brighter. It becomes so bright that it is hard to see anything. Abruptly, the light cuts off, and the steed is gone.

Terakuu turns to the sprite.

"Is something wrong? You look somewhat distressed..." he says.

[Cspace]

"You shouldn't be here... The magic is fading, outsiders should not be able to come here..."

[CongressJon]

Terakuu looks confused.

"Magic? What magic? And, I shouldn't be here? But... I don't understand."

[Darkness]

Drathonian stumbles up to the sprite and Terakuu. He spots the sprite, and pulls out the strange effigy. He shows it to the sprite, and says, "Do you recognize this?"

[CongressJon]

*Signs off*

[Cspace]

"That figure... I do recognize it...

.....

I have travelled very much during my life and that figure looks familiar. It is of a sacrificial god of sorts, I forgot the name or to whom it belongs though, I am sorry."

[Darkness]

"Hmmm.... A sacrificial god? Perhaps it is The Fallen?"

[Cspace]

"That undead being? No... no... Definitely not."

[Darkness]

"Hmm... Another name reminds me of your description. He is a god which is a bit unknown to me... But... Is it Kemalvoatl?"

[Cspace]

"Kemalvoatl... Kemalvoatl...

Why........

Yes, yes it is. I think it is... If I am correct it is a god to the Ketsetek people who live on a small, strange continent of desert and jungle. The name escapes me but it is definitely a unique destination. Perhaps someone else will recognize that description and can give you more information."

[CongressJon]

Terakuu's eyes suddenly darken.

"I'm sorry, m'lady, but we may need to converse later. I sense some danger elsewhere, and I have a feeling it could be very serious."

His holy steed appears in a flash of light, and he rides off into the distance.

[Darkness]

Drathonian bows low. "Thank you, m'lady, for your help," he says before leaving.