Your vision suddenly blurs, and you find yourself looking down on a strange place.

It appears to be vast plain of burned and scorched earth, with nothing standing amidst the destruction.

You suddenly spot a small elven form running over the landscape, small tendrils of smoke rising up around it.

The form stiffens suddenly and a gleaming magical barrier springs into existence, just in time for a magical bolt of lightning to slam into it in a spectacular explosion.

When the lights fade, you see the elven form pushing itself up off its knees, apparently stunned but otherwise unharmed.

A pitch black orb appears a short ways behind the elven form, and with a faint *poof* reveals the form of a dark-elf.

Your vision suddenly shifts and zooms in closer to the two figures.

"Come now Bria, surely you do not tire just yet. I was beginning to enjoy the chase."

"You are a fool Niryaza. Nothing good will come of this, even if you can best me."

In a flash of light Bria disappears, quickly followed by the appearance of the dark orb as Niryaza continues the pursuit.

A moment later, you spot a pair of unusually large eyes and the faint outline of an odd little creature, deep in the shadows of a nearby crater.

With a quiet snicker, the figure in the shadows disappears after the battling Tribunal deities, and the vision ends.







The vision comes upon you again but moments later, and you find yourself standing in a dark forest.

The dark-elven form of Niryaza appears suddenly, clothing in tatters and bleeding profusely.

A moment later the elven form of Bria strides into sight, appearing in only slightly better shape than her evil counterpart.

Niryaza rises to her feet as the two prepare to engage in combat once again, but this time you sense that something is wrong.

As the deities each unleash their magical energies upon each other...nothing happens. They both stand still a moment, looking confused.

Everything becomes eerily silent, and the air begins to tingle with electricity.

Bluish-white flame begins to appear all around, expanding rapidly.
As the first tendrils reach the confused deities, there is a sudden *woosh* sound, and your vision is filled with the bluish-white flames.

When your vision clears, only two charred patches of ground mark where the deities once stood. The forest around them is completely unharmed. Between the two charred marks, lies the Scales of Justice.

With a cackle, the tiny odd form with the overly-large eyes comes waddling out of the forest, hands reaching for the source of Tribunal power.

As he is about to reach it, a massive sword blade comes crashing down out of thin air between the figure and the Scales of Justice.
As the tall human form wielding the massive sword appears fully, the tiny creature vanishes with a startled squeak.

Accompanied by a large cloud giant, the tall human surveys the woods briefly with a disgruntled grimace on his face, finally stretching out his hand and the Scales of Justice rises up and floats to him.

"Drunsthol will not be pleased, Vonushku. Inform Kastellyn that I am required elsewhere."

Turning his back upon the remains of the two dead goddesses, Lorhan disappears into the woods with the power of the Blood Tribunal, heading for the Spire.