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(Sa'vor stands staring over the deck, Terra and Lisa stand next to him. Slip is somewhere in the shadows)  

'''Lisa''': Well, it looks like you slitting that old guy's throat in his sleep has been redeemed.  

'''Lisa''': So that means you're good now...

(Suddely theres a bright flash of white light that engulfs Sa'vor. it clears, and before them stands Sa'vor once again, but he's changed drastically. now he stands in robes of pure white, his colourless eyes emit a feeling of serenity and peacefulness. the armour slightly visible beneath the robes has changed as well. instead of being black and jagged its transferred to being silver and elegeant with gold details, the ruby that once marked its chest has vanished replaced with a shimmering diamond. his torque now bears two Sapphires instead of rubies. dangling form his belt is a glowing silver holy symbol. the runes on his armour and skin have changed becoming Irial runes.)  

'''Sa'vor''': (thinks a moment) I am afraid I do not want to, I am disgusted by the twisted and evil person I once was. Wielder of dark arts that frightened even the most experienced black magician. I'm still capable of wielding such weapons but only in pursuit of good.  

'''Sa'vor''': I am now redeemed, I follow the path of light and bear the mark of life. I must take my leave of you, I believe that there is much thinking I must do.  

'''Slip''': That was weird

'''Slip''': I doubt it, he's was a violent murderer before, so now he's a pacifist.  

(In the back ground a redshirt bursts into laughter at seeing Sa'vor, reckoning that this pacifist is weak, he attacks. only to be knocked sprawled onto the floor from a blast of arcane energy)  

(Ten minutes later below deck, Sa'vor walks/stumbles across a large group of deamon worshippers, Sa'vor notes the human sacrifice they have perpared and raises a silver gauntleted hand. in it apears a mind blade of silver light.  

'''Cultist 1''': Yo, Sa'vor, want to help us sacrifice a human?  

'''Cultist 2''': Wow, what's the matter with your clothes dude?  

'''Sa'vor''': Vile demon worshippers, lay down your weapons and repent  

'''Cultist 1''': You're joking right?  

(The lightning bolt turns cultist one to ash, cultist two gets ready to run but is too slow. he gets decapitated by a thrown mind blade. Sa'vor raises a holy symbol and the black and twisted ones of the cultists turn to dust. he frees the sacrifice and lets it free. He then utters a prayer for penance for killing)

'''Norbaz''': Thanks for the wash-off Terra... OH SWEET KHYBER, THE LETTER!

'''Terra''': That was... odd.

'''Jarlot''': I still give the Sword thing a 6.5. It just lacked... panache.

If we look deep within the magic of the binding swords (OOC: Severed of Souls? IC): we find the husk of what was once a proud Rakshasa Rajah, Sutekh, now seemingly stripped of all existential power and simply existing because it will one day be needed… for who knows what reason. There is no sign of Cheese.

Yet if a threat of shadow is followed, followed through a plane made up of the base element of darkness, the infinite of non-existence, we find our mind's eye among a nebula of buzzing thoughts. We are in someone's mind at the very existential level. There are two blobs here, one small and black, another larger and silver.

'''Silver''': I can't help it. You try listening to the prayers of millions of humans, and some dwarves, and a few elves, etc., for hundreds of years and listen to them whine on about how "The problem with today's generation…" or "In my day people didn't go around stealing from each other…" and not want to smack them upsdie the head and say "HELLO? Things have ALWAYS been this bad! Did I tell you to go purge all the lycanthropes? I think I merely suggested that lycanthropes were a problem, and that it could be solved with an application of extra-strength wolfbane?", and of course there's my rakshasa body going "Kill! Be Evil! Serve the cause of Pain and Suffering!", and this self-righteous bird-snake going "Kill the demons!" every time I try to suggest being nice to them so that maybe they'll see for a second that they're not all that different and that being Good HAS A FEW ADVANTAGES!

'''Kithle''': Rofl... Sa'vor... hahahahahaha... a good guy... hahahahahaha

'''Keal-thas''': Sweet Macchiavelli that look means trouble.

'''Kithle''': Ah, so you finished that outworld literature I snagged from Ketler.

'''Keal-thas''': Most of us are, it's hard with only one copy of each though.

'''Kithle''': Yeah well my paycheck isn't big enough to bribe Ketler for extras, copy them down yourselves.

'''Silver''': Oh, wait, rewinding reality. Apparently he ripped apart some demon worshippers.

'''Black''': You know we can't touch him. He's controlled by another Entity of Existence.

Thing I want to do before I become Daelkyr

6) Torture him in every fashion possible, rinse, dry, repeat.

'''Volrath''' : Wow, haven't looked at this in awhile. Who was that person in number 8?

'''Squishy''': As you can see, your suspicions were well-founded.

'''Kanatash''': Kithle, I would advise against sucking Sa'vor's brain. He is still a valuable asset to your Illithid empire. You should never wantonly destroy such a resource.

'''Kanatash''': If it's that big of a deal I'm sure Ketler can rig something up with a cloning machine.

'''Kanatash''': Can do. I was planning on getting some anyway. I want to save the image of this goody two-shoes going all evil for posterity. And possibly blackmail.

'''Kithle''': Isn't that Norbaz's Schtick?

'''Chalky''': I find that audacity and brutality can shock even the mightiest and most jaded of beings. Plus I really do want to try some paints with these, so I decided to stock while I have the chance. If he ever comes after I was trying to shock him back, okay.

'''Kithle''': Okay, then I'll just take this faded patch.

'''Kithle''': Now in exchange for getting the gold to rebuild the Cloning machine you gotta promise not to clone any crew with names after this, redshirts are okay, and no Jaelas. I will hurt you if I see so much as one extra Jaela.

An unsteady Sa'vor clone walks out of the billowing smoke and is promptly lobotomized.

'''Ketler''': This is not going to end well. No way this is not going to end in pain. My question is though how did you get Norbaz to pay for all this?

'''Kithle''': I offered him the secret to an ingredient guaranteed to add at least 2 alarms to his Chili.  

'''Ketler''': (stares at corpse) I wish I could muster up some shock. At least it's only until this one runs out cloning a clone is asking for trouble and I doubt Sa'vor will stay like this too long.  

'''Kithle''': Yeah that's why I'm gonna tell Satnak too.

'''Chorus''': They're Phollie… they're Phollie and the Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, dodle-le-do-do—

(Its midnight, the Forgotten Freedom is still docked in Sharn ( mainly becausev no one can touch them and its funny to see how edgy the watch gets) a black cloaked figure walks up the gangplank and stands before Sa'vor)  

'''Tara''': Tt has, I tracked you down by using detect magic, such a huge source of magic can't hide for long. I'm disgusted you've joined the light side, after everything they did to you.

" Get the abomination", Sa'vor renembers the blood dripping from his face, the pure pain of their hatred)  

'''Sa'vor''': They were just children, children cannot understand that we are all equal inside  

(This time Sa'vors older, he starts to walk towards a village, an flaming silver arrow imbeds itself in his arm. he screams in agony and hits the floor writhing as its holy flames sear his tainted flesh. the same mob surrounds him and begins to beat him with sticks this time screaming  

" Weak, your tainted blood is weak" and " why don't you just end it, abomination?")  

'''Sa'vor''': (Brushes a hand across the scar) Sometimes people are blinded by their faith  

(This image is older, seen through the eyes of a child being led away, dragons and elves attack and slaughter the members of house D'Vol. a lithe ranger is torn apart by dragon claws. mages are immolated by flame breath, beneath the childs feet lie the twisted and tortured bodies of the house D'Vol guards, some with flesh burned by acid. some just crumbling skeletons. before the child's eyes a guard is decapitated by an elven scimitar, the child sees her mother cut down and hacked apart by curved blades before she and a few others are teleported away.)  

'''Sa'vor''': (Just catching on to the fact Tara's there) Wait... I saw you die, thirty years ago, in this very city. you and the rest of my family were cut down by paladins. I saw it. I saw the bloodshed, you were innocent, they were innocent. They where after me.  

'''Tara''': And we told them nothing, you are of our blood, you are part dragon, like us.  

'''Tara''': You've been blinded by your alingment change, you believe there's good in everyone. there isn't, there's only death and pain and darkness. you may feel contented, you may feel calm, but you don't see the suffering anymore, you dont see what good ruling the world has done.  

'''Sa'vor''': It's true, I don't see  

'''Tara''': Do you feel the ecstasy of magic you used to?  

'''Sa'vor''': No, I don't, there is not joy in my magic. The only joy I ever felt... it's gone  

'''Sa'vor''': Calm and serenity, which I could have gained as one of the dark.  

'''Tara''': Remember my death? Remember the tortured screams of the last of the Vol line? Your brethren?  

'''Sa'vor''': I do.

(Theres a sudden sphere of darkenss that consumes Sa'vor, when he reappears, his robes are gone, his armour returns. a black hood covers his face, his colourless eyes stare out with no compassion once more)  

'''Sa'vor''': I feel.. the pure hunger for knowledge and power, I feel the thirst for blood. I feel the hatred and the bloodlust, I feel the ecstasy of magic flowing through my viens.  

'''Sa'vor''': What's the real reason you found me, Tara?  

'''Tara''': Errandis D'vol, our old relative.  

'''Tara''': When they killed me it was an image they killed, my real self was on Mabar, where I contracted vampirism like you did. then I returned here after about ten years on Mabar, i've been searching for the magical vaults the whole time. I found them, just before you did, and embraced their knowlege. then I began to search for you

'''Sa'vor''': It seems you've found me, what's your objective now?  

'''Sa'vor''': Yes, now that you're with us, nothing will stop our rise ....  

Sa'vor: I know, I know. that's just the kind of traditional thing you say

'''Greg''': (now pinned against the wall) Ugh... h-how are you...

'''Terra''': He's not going to be happy, at the same time there's not much he can do about it at this point.

'''Projection of Kithle''': Remind me to Satnak exorcise S/S somethings messing with him.

'''Terra''': I really wish people would stop trying to possess the crew. It never ends well, for them. Plus it shows a lack of creativity at this point.

'''Projection of Kithle''': Satnak's gotten enough practice recently, she actually does more than suppress the possessing entity, she can actually draw them out and consume them.

'''Projection of Kithle''': Oooooh great, now about that tour.

(A gang of twenty redshirts walk through the corridors, safe in the knowlege that Sa'vor is no longer hunting them and that nameless terrors do not attack people in large groups, at the back is Jimmy, a friendly sort of redshirt. completely harmless. but unfortunatly. he's at the back. and everyone knows what happens to people traveling at the back. the darkness reaches out and grabs Jimmy, his tortured screams echo throughout the ship.)  

'''redshirt bob''': what the?  

'''Redshirt 112''': where's Jimmy?  

(Something moves, and all the redshirts draw weapons)  

'''Redshirt JJ''': what was that?  

'''Redshirt bob''': it.. it could have been somthing nameless and horrible... you know .. about to tear our souls from our bodies  

'''Redshirt 122''': you had to say that, didn't you! you couldn't you just keep your mouth shut!  

'''Nameless redshirt''': let's just keep moving  

(They continue to travel along the corridors, thier lanterns illuminate a huge pool of blood and a horrible mangled corpse. huge rents are in its armour, horrible wounds and gashes leak blood and enlarge the pool. the corpse's face is twisted into a terrible scream, the last scream of someone in horrible agony)  

'''Redshirt Bob''': Oh Khyber ! it's Jimmy!  

(He runs towards Jimmy, not noticing the fine silk like strand of piano wire across the corridor. he runs into it at full pelt. his throat slit by the fine wire and a spray of blood splattering the walls)  

'''Redshirt 122''': HOLY ****!

'''Nameless redshirt''': I think I'm going to be sick...  

'''redshirt JJ''': guys, I think you should see this  

(They shine the lanterns to reveal a message written in Jimmy's blood, the message reads " So many redshirts and so little time")  

'''Redshirt 122''': this is not good  

(The shadows move and redshirt 422 fires his crossbow, the shadows don't react and reach out for him. he screams in terror and vanishes. the red-shirts huddle together their crossbows primed)

Nameless redshirt: (panicking) oh Khyber oh Khyber oh Khyber, we're gonna die. WERE GONNA DIE! ( he sprints off back the way they came, the shadows pulse around him, he screams and the redshirts watch the bloody and violent death he suffers. his mangled corpse is thrown to the floor. other redshirts panic and run off into the darkness, only to be cut apart by the shadowy entity, blood now dripps from all the walls and corpses ( headless or otherwise) now litter the ground. all that's left is Redshirt 122 and Redshirt JJ. )  

'''Redshirt JJ''': look 122, there's something I want to tell you before I die  

'''Redshirt JJ''': 122, I've always hated you the most. and I hope when its fininished with my corpse that it spends extra long rending you limb from limb

'''Red-shirt 122''': thanks, I'm sure I'll enjoy watching you die  

(Redshirt 122, screams as a bolt of red light strikes him, he then explodes in a shower of gore and blood, a black armoured form steps from the shadows, a black hood covering his face. he stares down at the cowering form of Redshirt JJ. all JJ can see in the light of the lantern are two colourless eyes)  

Sa'vor: I'm sparing your life, redshirt  

'''redshirt JJ''': why ? why don't you just kill me and get it over with?  

'''Sa'vor''': now go, go and tell all the other redshirts what happened here. go tell them that I'm back, go tell them the horrible, horrible things I'm going to do to them before I drink them dry  

'''Sa'vor''': because then they'll try harder to get away, because then they have a chance of possibly ascending to crewhood. oh and because blood tastes better from someone who's afraid beyond belief. and I enjoy hunting difficult prey.  

'''Redshirt JJ''': I'll go now

(He runs off into the darkness, and behind him he hears the horrible maniacal laughter of Sa'vor. a sound that haunts him for the rest of his life. every night he remembers that laugh. and the horrible colourless eyes.)

Igor steps up behind Sa'vor, totally unnoticed. He surveys the bodies of the redshirts.

'''Sa'vor''': Not at all, Igor. After all, you've worked for more people like me than anyone on Eberron. Even I like hearing how I compare to others… though I don't let it go to my head.

'''Igor''': I remember for Mathter Haarghuul it was a thkeleton.

Sa'vor has a suddenly realization. It strikes him like Norbaz's chili strikes the stomach.