He stepped lightly onto the street corner, robes of deepest garnet settling about worn leather sandals as the planer winds subsided. snowy white eyes peered out from the overhanging brown of his hair, a frown spreading over his lips. fire... indeed it had been ages since he'd layed eyes upon the remnants of the nightblade guildhall...though it had remained largely unchanged from the pile of ashes and ruble it had been left. there was indeed much work to be done here, and much to be undone. making his way to the center of the ruins, he stepped indifferently over the charred remains of those that gave their life in defence of his stronghold. thier sacrifice was indeed great, and the time had come for the debt to be repaid.

The circle drawn and guardians called, the planeswalker...the preist of existance itself, closed his eyes, stepping from the rivers of time to stand motionless upon it's shores. it was then, in that moment of stillness that he, like all his kind before him, took hold of the strands of time. eons slid gracefully through his hands as he shaped them, molding the past to create the present. however, such art requires dedication and focus, and even as his vision took form it began to slip away. the strains of chronomancy wore heavily upon the mind of the immortal as the darkness engulfed him and all sight was lost.

it was calm here...a peaceful darkness that seemed warm...welcoming. a voice...distant at first, but growing louder with repotition.

"my lord...m'lord, are you alright?"

"..hmm' where.." ah...Solomon. yes...yes i'm fine thank you. and what of the guild" do all of our brothers still walk the path?"

flickering torchlight revealed the face of a middle-aged man with barely more wrinkles than scars. still, a gentle spark shone is his eyes as he helped his master to his feet. Solomon had long born the burden of reminding the planeswalker of which realm he was currently viewing.

"indeed, sir. though if I might suggest sir, you seem a bit tired...perhaps you aught rest for the night?"

glancing about the as he stood, he nodded to his advisor.

"perhaps I should.."

and without a further word, he stepped from the torchlight, and indeed from the realm itself. he would return, for now, to his natural state of non-existance...leaving the reformed guildhall once again in Solomon's care.