*Standing amongst the ashes and circuitry that was once Deac, the Starkiller weeps softly and picks up his re-inforced skull.*
He should not have ended here...not again...
* A golden figure leaves the skull, smiling and heads upwards. The Starkiller moves over to Rwos*
You have bourne an Avatar before, Termand Rwos. You were not the correct host, but I offer you a chance to make sure Deac did not die in vain. It was always his will, that, should he die, I was to join with you, if you so wish.
Deac: Purveyor of Fine Quality Postage Since 2001