Time: daytime.
Location: AmKelosh, Kayos' throne room.
Note: "As you can see this one just sorta ends. I think we all just forgot we never finished or couldn't all get back on at the same time." ~ Kehle

Naomi Digits snaked tighter around the letter rolled within her grip, furious was she as violent steps barged upon the grounds of AmKelosh.. Naomi was not one to get angered easily, but this did anger her.. Though, in most eyes, they do not see how it would.. The answer laid buried, a secret until it wished to be revealed.. Time went quickly as it stood not in her way, nothing stood in her way, as she made her way into the 'throne room' where Kayos was at.. She demanded on the way from a guard where he was at, that is the only way she knew.. If it wasn't for self discipline, she would of lunged at Kayos as the sight of blood.. his blood.. was something she yearned for now.. The limb that held the letter swung outwards, tossing the rolled up paper at him as her voice grew deeper, animalistic in a way, coating itself with a growl.. " What the hell is that?! How dare you send me something like you did! " The letter look genuine, including the DarkCrescent symbol upon it..

Master Kayos is on his throne when Naomi comes barging in. It's odd, he was just speaking of her the other day to Mekehlee. Said he never sees Naomi and it'd be nice if there was some excuse to draw them together to discuss where she stands. It seems she has a reason to come now, but it doesn't seem like she's here to say she's siding on whatever side he's on. He catches the paper as she throws it. He just sits there looking at her with a confused expression. He doesn't seem to get angry or worried. He's very calm and is in no hurry. He looks at the paper in his hand wondering what she thinks he did. He unrolls the paper to read the words there. Looks like his handwriting, strange, he doesn't remember writting a letter.

Naomi Him not responding even furthered her anger as she held back as best she could, it was close to exploding and for the sake of the lives of those around her and that cross her path, an explination must be said quickly... " Well?! " Her digits soon found their way to her hips, massaging or more of digging into them trying to calm herself down..

Master Kayos often delays his responses to further frustrate or intimidate those trying to converse with him. He's very tempted to see how angry he can make Namoi, after all it's not like she could kill him. However he realizes it'd be wiser to calm her and get her on his side. He finishes the letter and quirks an eyebrow in question. "I did not write this." Whoever wrote it knows him well, it sounds like the way he'd word things if he felt those, and it's his handwriting, but it's not his doing

Naomi "Then who did?! It it YOUR hand writing and your way with words.. I do not appreciate this in the least.." The material gathered within her digits, protecting the fragile skin from the nails that wished to claw into something..The longing growl was slowly fading, but yet has her anger to do so.. Such a simple answer was not appealing to Naomi, she wanted to know more than 'I did not write this'...

Master Kayos starts to speak, but pauses. His way with words? How does she know? Thier past encounters are mostly only in the council room, why did she pay that much attention to the way he speaks to memorize it? He's not aware that his manner of speach is that much different than that of others. He does finally ofer her a little shrug, almost in a manner of dismissal. This matter is not important to him. Love letters are kid's stuff. "Yes, whoever wrote it knows me well. But it was not I."

Naomi "Then my visit here was a waste and is over.. " With those words she releases the anger, digits untwining around the material as petite feet begin to turn the small figure back to where she came from, but before she did one last word was said.. " Dacklyn will be found.. "

Dentril he laughs as he stands atop the pillar of rock behind the Throne of Amkelosh. He smirked as he tilted his head, long draping silver hair falling around his hair like a curtain down to his shoulders. He wore his normal attire of a black trench coat, black under-shirt, baggy black pants; yet now his body was completely diffrent. His skin was ebony black, his hands were like dragon claws downsized into five fingers slightly like talons for finger nails, and his feet were like a dragons yet he stood on the haunches of his feet like a gargoyle. A pair of large 8ft leathery scaled wings are draped over his shoulders and clasped by two intertalons on his wings. On his waist were sheathed his bone scimitars; even with Dentrils new apperance it was easy to still feel his vampiric spirit... his demonic essence of being. He tilts his head as he listened to Naomi's final words," Please woman. Dacklyn will never be found." he crossed his arms over his chest a grin upon his lips showing off jagged sharp teeth," Dacklyn will only be found as he walks up behind you and taps you upon your shoulder." His eyes flicker with a sense of passion; he was Dacklyns heir, Dacklyns last known seer... somewhat of his son. The passion that blazed in his eyes was that of longing, awaiting... not a maliced treachory.

Master Kayos does not want naomi to go so soon. He'd rather she stay and speak of the upcoming war. He sighs when she says she is going but sits up straight again hearing the voice and words of the one that will soon be his brother-in-law. Kayos is still coming to terms with Dentril's engagement to Iatha. Dacklyn was Kayos' best friend and if Dacklyn trusted Dentril, Kayos knows he should too, but trust doesn't come that easy to one such as Kayos. He says nothing but waits to see how Noami will respond. Dentril's words could very easily be taken wrong.

Naomi She could so easily snap the head right off Dentril's shoulders, too many underestimate her.. Yes, she is tiny, but beneath there lays great strength, that even Dacklyn never knew about.. "I've known Dacklyn a lot longer and better than you, boy, just because you are scared of losing your position does not mean that Dacklyn will not be found.. Beware for your position will soon be demoted.. Lies sink within the ground as truth arises.. We will soon know who did this to Dacklyn.."

Dentril he chuckles as he lifts a clawed hand and cups the air," I do not care for my position really wench. I would gladly step down from my position... and scar the planes of death with their own demise if my lord Dacklyn could be found. Know this... I fear nothing but the man named Dacklyn. And no... Dacklyn shall never be found till he wishes it to be so." He drops his hand and returns it to be crossed over his chest. His smile just a lingual as his eyes.

Master Kayos gives a little shrug. "He might not be found at all if Hyicia killed him to avenge Lysandra's death." He has voiced several times to the council as a whole and to Dacklyn's brothers that he belives Hyicia did just what he said she did. She had motive and everyone knows she's hated Dacklyn for a long time. She also has the power to do it. Dacklyn in theory is stronger than Hyicia, but she has the types of powers he is weakest against, light and healing. Hyicia is just a lesser power, but she could have done it. She could have killed Dacklyn. Why else would he disapear so suddenly without telling a soul?

Dentril his eyes drop upon Kayos as he nods," It is quiet possible father died at the hands of his brother." His eyes widen in his own surprise as he bites his tounge at that slip of words. He shrugged it off, all knew his position... how he felt about Dacklyn. He sighs as and jumps off his pillar and lands infront of the throne of AmKelosh," I pray that is not the case though Kayos... I truley hope it is not. I remember the final days of seeing Dacklyn... and the last came with nothing. No words of parting..." his voice was low showing his signs of hatred and malice for Dacklyn for not atleast saying goodbye or word of his depature, yet also his sadness as his mentor and father-figure left," I remember it very clearly."

Naomi She would not listen to another word that is spoken, her anger already flaring up within the depths of her physique, with the subject now at hand and all parties discussing it, she could not hold anything back, therefore she decided for the better safety of everything she would leave and with that thought the feet that once carried her in, carried her out..

Master Kayos regards Dentril over his words even as Naomi leaves. He can talk to her later when she's calm. Women tend to be a handful and stuborn when they are angry anyway. You can't talk to them or reason with them when they're mad. "I do not belive either of his brothers harmed him. They've been brothers a very long time and though I'm not close to either Erconi or Chathal, I've never known them to want to harm each other. If he is dead. . . " He seems to hestitate as if thinking of Dacklyn as dead is not an easy thing. He was after all Kayos' only friend besides Mekehlee. "If he is dead, it's most likely Hyicia did it. Though Sol hated him too, Sol and I were working on an alliance that he would not have jepordized by going after Dacklyn."

Nyss A presence that has yet to step within the kingdom of AmKelosh arrives.. One not of flesh and blood, for now at least.. She hid within the depths of the shadows, like Synderix.. A mission was at hand, but how to go abouts it was another way.. She decided not to go for walking through the front door and handing the note over, that would bring too many questions, instead she stayed within the shadows, letting her presence be felt, but not revealing it just yet, she would await the conflict that appears to be going on die down before entering..

Dentril his eyes narrowed as he turned fully on Kayos," He is not dead!" his words were brutal... he knew they were true. His growls in the rear of his throat, he refused to believe the power banging in the back of his head which told him Dacklyn was alive... he refused to believe otherwise. He sighed and looks down," Sorry Kayos." his eyes shifted as he looks up at the man; his eyes narrowed now as he shoots one glance at the shadows and then back to Kayo's eyes; he knew the man would understand. With that he nodded," I just... I just won't believe his death is upon anys hands. No... I refuse those facts Kayos." He would detour them for a moment, let the shadows play their game and then spit up their holder.