Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141213173915/@comment-5543592-20141228005016

Eventually all the Forsworn were in little itty-bity pieces.

"This is going to nag my conscience for weeks." Muttered Artair.

"Surprised you have one." Said Darach as he walked by. He couldn't help himself, and immiedately felt bad, more so when Artair responded.

"Dick."

Tomas wiped sweaty palms on the legs of his robes. "Good work, everyone." He said."Now onto Bthardmaz-"

Suddenly, right next to where Tomas was standing a golden orb appeared, much like the one in Avanchnzel, and began with, "You are not Humme;". He practically jumped out of his skin, but quickly recovered.

"And you're the Conscious."

"Conscious?" The orb replied in it's terrible voice. Tomas had a sinking feeling the Conscious was more than just a self-thinking automaton. Something was up with it. "A label created by the Legionnaires to give voice to their rudimentary understanding, their lack of understanding.  In the end, what they choose to call us is irrelevant. We simply... are. "