[Voice]

[bitterandugly]

Strange how one such as I can know that this land is not my own. How there is a palpable, breathing life to Nosgoth--however much it has wasted and fallen into decay--that is simply not present in this place. I have seen Nosgoth in all her innocence as I have seen her in the last tattered throes of her decay. Even the Meridian of the Hylden had not

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[spiritreaver]

By God...

[Voice As It Always Has Been and Always Will Be]

[bitterandugly]

[Kain is a bit surprised, but after the initial shocked pause he sounds more amused than anything.]

So you are here as well, Raziel. Perhaps I have not strayed so far from the path as I first thought

[Voice]((Yes yes, we've seen the size of those claws))

[spiritreaver]

[There is a snort.]

You have strayed further than you could even hope to imagine.

Welcome to World's End, Kain. Welcome to Hell.

[Voice](They'd have more luck typing with meat hooks.)

[bitterandugly]

Then this is not some mishap of the Time Streaming Device. I wonder what twist of fate we have yet in store.

World's End? Hell? I shudder to think of a place you would consider hell, but does it truly deserve names so dramatic?

[trialbyfiregods]

It's a gift! Kinda like a walkie talkie only it does a bunch of things, types and takes video and stuff. We made it!

[Voice]

[bitterandugly]

A gift. Forgive my ill manners, but what is the occasion for such a gift, as this? I have never seen it's like before.

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[trialbyfiregods]

Occasion? It's a "Welcome Home" gift, I guess. I dunno. Everyone has one.

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[bitterandugly]

"Home?" This isn't any city in Nosgoth.