(Ama goes to Daslin and tells him something (not telling what) he did to her is having a weird effect. He tells her to meet him on 'the ship' and off she goes. This happens right as soon as she boards.)

Quarterdeck of Pure Bliss.
Suspended by a long, thickly braided cable, a massive diving bell hangs here. A heavy bait tank stands here, water sloshing from its sides. There are 5 shipmates here. A clandestine black falcon blends into the shadows, silently surveying its surroundings. Daslin Esben-Gunnar is here. The gangplank is lowered, and you may DISEMBARK the ship from here.
You see exits leading south and in.

Daslin glances over at you before offering a quick, "Though you be king or peasant, your presence is meaningless."

You blush at Daslin furiously.

You whisper meekly in a demurely lilting voice, "Wh-what do you mean, sir?"

Daslin smirks.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Just what I said, Amarillys. We're all meaningless, for the fact that when Oblivion comes, we're all the same. Bits and pieces."

A deep crease forms across your forehead as you furrow your brow.

You say shyly in a demurely lilting voice, "It still seems a little... random..."

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Random? Random how?"

Daslin pets a clandestine black falcon ingratiatingly.

Daslin says to a clandestine black falcon in a deep, growling voice, "Take to the skies, my little shadow."

Daslin points off towards the horizon and whistles at his falcon.

You say shyly in a demurely lilting voice, "Just that you... I am just not sure why you would bring it up, sir."

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "There's more to that statement. Do not leave it unsaid, Amarillys."

You have emoted: Amarillys bites at her lower lip and stares at the ground before her, giving a soft shake of her head.

In a single long step, Daslin reaches out, grasping you by the throat, "Speak it, or I crush your windpipe."

You have emoted: Amarillys gasps loudly, her body trembling as her hands move to yours in a feeble attempt to pry herself loose. "I w-was just saying that you... you seemed to bring it up out of nowhere, sir!"

Daslin's eyes narrow a touch at your words, the shoulders of his robes rising and falling slowly. After what feels like an eternity he pulls his hand back, releasing the Siren's skin, "Never again. Don't you -ever- leave anything unsaid with me again."

You have emoted: Amarillys staggers back, holding her own neck as she lowers her gaze once more. "O-of course, sir. As you wish..."
Taking a few extra steps back from you, she hunches over a little.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Now, as you were saying. Things seem more... outlined, clearer?"

You whisper weakly in a demurely lilting voice, "I am not sure if cleaner seems the... word for it, sir."

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Then describe it to me, my sweet."

You have acted: Amarillys curls up against the side of the deck, hugging her knees to her chest as she closes her eyes.

You whisper weakly in a demurely lilting voice, "It is more like... like there is a black fire around most things? Not
everything... but enough..."

Daslin nods his head slowly, closing his eyes as he listens. He paces around in a small circle as he seems to mull over his
response carefully.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "And what all has the surrounding fire at this moment?"

You have emoted: Amarillys opens her eyes and looks about the ship. "Me... you... one of the shipmates and the diving bell...

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "And, what do you feel from them?"

You have emoted: Amarillys tilts her head up to look up at you, a soft blush tinging her cheeks. "Feel, sir?"

Daslin stands up straight, rolling his shoulders as he towers over most of the shipmates and you, "Yes, feel. What do you -feel-?"

You have emoted: Amarillys closes her eyes once more and rests her chin on her knees. "I do not know, sir..."

Daslin says to you in a deep, growling voice, "Stand up, and come here. Stand closer to it, close your eyes, and focus on what you -feel-."

You have emoted: Dusting herself off, Amarillys gets to her feet and makes her way over to the much taller man. As she trembles in
his presence, she closes her eyes once more.

Daslin whispers to you in a deep, growling voice, "Clear your mind... Don't think, just... feel."

You have emoted: Amarillys takes a deep breath, trying to calm her shaking body. "M-mostly I feel scared, sir..."

"Why are you scared?" Daslin asks, stretching one hand out to lay it lightly upon your shoulder.

You have emoted: Twitching at your touch, Amarillys takes a step back from you, a soft whimper escaping her lips.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "A whimper and cowardice is not an answer."

You whisper weakly in a demurely lilting voice, "Y-you, sir."

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Why do you fear me?"

You whisper weakly in a demurely lilting voice, "B-besides you choking me, sir? You a-are just... s-scary. And people scare me in general..."

You shuffle your feet uneasily.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "What did I tell you before?"

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "I told you to what, not fear me, right?"

You whimper like a wounded puppy.

You nod your head at Daslin.

Daslin peers at you unscrupulously.

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Now, force yourself to be calm."

You have emoted: Amarillys takes a deep breath, her body shuddering as she squirms about. "I do not know how..."

Daslin says in a deep, growling voice, "Slow breaths. In and out."

You have emoted: Doing is commanded, Amarillys takes slow, deep breaths. Her body eventually relaxes a bit, though a slight
tremble remains.

"Do not react to this, at all." Daslin says as an extremely warm palm is pressed to your forehead, "Keep breathing steadily,
focus on nothing, let things pass through you as you stand."

You have emoted: Amarillys fingers worry at the hem of her skirt as she nods weakly, doing her best to keep her slow breathing.

Daslin steps a little closer, the aura of pure heat engulfing you as he does, "I'm sure you feel the heat radiating off of me
now. Try to... reach out to it. Not with your body, use your mind. Look for the blackness. Look for the Void."

You have emoted: Amarillys begins to take a step back before forcing herself to stop. "The... the void, sir..?" Her fingers at
her skirt squeeze a little tighter to the fabric as she squirms slightly.

"Yes, the Void." Daslin whispers, pushing forward as you moves, "Focus. Breathe and focus on me. I can guide you to the only
truth in this world."

You have emoted: Amarillys bites at her lower lip, visibly holding herself in place as she shudders. Even still, her body relaxes
a little as she tilts her head at you as if listening closely.

Daslin leans his head down, his lips barely an inch from your ear, "You'll feel a bit of calm, and tumultuous experiences all at
once... Search for it. Find the path, Amarillys. I'll guide you, my sweet."

You have emoted: Amarillys' face turns a soft pink as she takes another deep breath, offering only a nod. "It is warm..."

Daslin nods his head slowly, letting his cheek softly brush across your temple, "Push, Mari. Push for that little break, walk
with me in freedom."

You have emoted: Gasping loudly at your touch, Amarillys tenses up as if shocked. Her eyes open wide as her glasses fog up with a
multi-coloured haze. Speechless, she simply stands there, unmoving.

Daslin's hand squeezes down ever so slightly as a twisting feeling emanates from the palm, as if burrowing into your mind from
the flesh, "This is freedom, Mari. This is Chaos. Do not fear it. I want you to embrace it."

You have emoted: Amarillys' knuckles turn white as she grips at her dress, lost in her own mind as she stands stock still.

Daslin whispers to you in a deep, growling voice, "Smile, and tell me what you see."

You have emoted: Amarillys smiles obediently in her trance, her eyes focused on some far off sight as she opens her mouth, "I-it
is so... big... vast... like I am nothing..."

"And that is the truth. Oblivion will come, and only those who Herald it, will enjoy the true end." Daslin whispers, wrapping his
free arm around you in a vaguely affectionate way, "We must live while Oblivion isn't here. Be part of -real- life."

You whisper breathlessly in a demurely lilting voice, "Real life..."

Daslin whispers in a deep, growling voice, "Do you not wish to be part of the reaity that matters? Do you not wish to... -live-?"

You have emoted: Amarillys nod softly, "I want to live..."

Daslin says to you in a deep, growling voice, "You are to learn to wield the power of Chaos. Learn to dominate and create pacts
with the Chaos Lords."

Daslin says to you in a deep, growling voice, "You are to -never- admit that I've sent you to learn a thing. You are to -never-
admit to my involvement. You want to live, I want to see you dive deep into life."

You have emoted: Amarillys' eyes flutter as the fog from her glasses disperses. Blinking, she looks about in alarm before shaking
her head and backing away from you. "Wh-what happened..?"

Daslin's mouth quirks up in something of a proud grin as he speaks, "I showed you a taste of the Void. Barely anything."

You have emoted: Amarillys whimpers pathetically, looking up at you as she wipes at her glasses. "I.... I need to go..."

(Run away from the crazy man!)