The Psychotic Rule

[toyotami]

The Hell plane had changed. An Island, long thought of to be gone, insignificant, resurfaced. The bravado of the Islanders seems to have evaporated, replaced by a quiet not unlike pride.

The sky grows red.

All around him, Toyotami sees madness. Maniacs in warlocks' robes, psychotics whose hands twist and warp to new rules - waves, for such a long time time a beg for mercy, a weak gesture of submission suddenly spawning wicked magic.

The orb, in the hands of maniacs has become filled with blood.

Anything is better than this. Even the queer paramancers and their frozen fingers. Xade and his co - champion Maknud are a blight that must be eradicated. Eradicate.

[maknud]

Toyotami and succat face each other, silent, their hands twitching. "Quickly, Toyotami, state your piece," succat says, "lest I stab you before I realize what I'm doing."

"It is simple, succat. The others don't see it, but I know you must. Maknud and xade must be stopped at all cost. Come with me to the Isle and we will confront them together. A temporary truce, until this madness has ended," Toyotami says, offering his hand palm up.

But throwing back their hoods, from the waves of maniacal warlocks step none other than Maknud and xade! "No need for the trip, Toyo," xade says, "here we are and here we'll stay!"

Maknud grins, baring his teeth: "And here you'll both stay."