The inn was busier than usual on this night. Perhaps it was because he had invited a number of his associates and business partners to join him for a special evening. Indeed, he had made it special. Several auctions of his newest girls, most recently broken.

The decorated nude band was a hit as several of the other girls were instructed to dance. Other slavers had laughed and bellowed through the night. It was towards the end of the night that the dark form took the stage quietly, raising his hand up towards them to gather their attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen; Lords and Ladies; Masters and Mistresses...Welcome to this wonderful night within the Chainned Inn. I am aware that most of you know me, some do not as you were the guest of a guest. I am your host, Lord Travanix." He waited for a moment while the boisterous crowd cheered at his name. "I appreciate your applause and gratitude. Your business is also appreciated. However, I did invite you here for different purpose."

A round of boos went up. He suspected that most of them came from Romax who was deboching himself with several of the girls in the private booth. He cleared his throat, and took a step forward on the stage, assuming the leadership position he had taken so many times while commanding The Abyss. "My friends, we have a problem. A serious one unfortunatly." He paused a moment, selecting his words carefully for this crowd. "The city seems to be growing a backbone at the time of these elections." A series of mutterings and hushed talks went on in the dim lighting of the inn's great hall.

"Many of you I have done business with for years, some I have only started showing what they could become." He paused again for a moment. "I have recently seen a good deal of activity with the potential goveners. Several of them want to clean up the city!" He shouted out coldly. "They want to clean up *this city*!" As he spoke louder, the crowd got louder. "My friends, they want to end the wonderful joy and terror we have spread!"

Several of the slavers were on their feet, beating on the tables before them. There were angery threats, a few even drew their weapons. "I feel your anger! I know your hatred! Up until now, we have had the run of the city! And why should that not continue?" He barked out harshly.

"The rule is, survival of the fittest! *We* are the fittest!" He paused again as the crowd cheered, barking out their approval of his statements. His voice quieted down as he spoke once more. "The raids that occured the other night, were brutal and violent. I do not know who conducted or organized them, but I am sure they would not appreciate their future efforts to be in vein."

He watched the crowd in the great hall. Needless to say, they were violent, beligerant and corrupt. Killers, rapists, and so many more, it was hard to keep track. "My friends, they want to bring order...to the city. Order."

He shook his head. "I say, we show them the order of chaos!" The crowd burst into agreeing cheers. "The order of death, the order of destruction! We must show these hopefuls that seek to control the government that they face things that are not stopped by rules! *We* control this city!"

The entire inn was on its feet, throwing their fits into the air. "The raids of the other evening should be considered a warning to those who think they can control us! My friends, I am calling on you to do that which you do best! From this night forth, let nothing stand between you and your desires, between you and your goals! Let forth the inner demons and hunt the day as you hunt the night!"

There could have easily been a riot within the inn that night, there wasn't however.

"My friends, its time to show Rhy'Din what real terror is...," He paused a moment. "It is time to let the Lords of Chaos rule!"

The inn erupted with the sounds of cheers and battle cries. The dark warrior himself stood upon the stage, a dark smile formed to his lips, and his arms behind him, as they always were.

How appropriate that the bomb is timed for the culmination of his speech. The windows of the Inn shatter and the door is splintered as the explosion rips across the front of the Inn. In the aftermath, they find that someone has cleverly - and carefully - planted dozens of tiny bombs up and down the face of the building. The craters make a sentence.

"This is your warning."

His eyes looked up above the heads of the crowd an instant before the explosion. Those vile auburn eyes glowed a blood red and his arms shot out infront of him before the explosion fully detonated. His own senses had warned him, but only barely. The dark forces at his command wrapped around the bomb, containing most of the explosion, taking out only a small section of the inn, but it was powerful none the less.

Contain the explosion and fire, he dropped to one knee, with sweet beginning to form on his forehead, a dark growl escaping his throat.

Romax moved faster than anyone to contain the fires, while some guests moved quickly either towards the stage or out the door.

He heard the words spoken "This is your only warning."

He growled out: "That was your only chance."

His eyes narrowed to slits as he too could feel the danger moments before the bomb exploded overhead. Hatred and immense anger erupted inside of him just in time to add his own dark powers to those of Travanix, not that they were truly needed but he couldn?t just stand there doing nothing while his partner saved them all. He moved with inhuman speed to begin containing the fires and debris as it rained down from the slightly unstable roof of the inn, debris flying out over the heads of the gathered crowd to land harmlessly on the street.

He too heard the words spoken, and Travanix?s growled response before an angry, guttural roar of pure rage erupted from his throat. ?I want the blood of the bastard that did this?., I want his body and his mind for my experiments?, and I want his soul to suffer in a hell of my choosing!!? Blazing violet eyes searched the room for a moment as little flecks of spittle flew from his mouth with each angry breath, and just as soon as the tirade began it was over; a glazed look covering those dark eyes as he moved to deal with what was left of the fires. A moment later he could be heard muttering under his breath, ?Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room, a round room. I died there. They buried me in the ground. Worms live in the ground, they crawled through my toes and it drove me crazy! Crazy, I was crazy once...? Over and over again he continued to mutter the same words as if they were all he had to hold on to. It would seem that he had slipped, slipped into something even darker than he was.

With the aid of his ally and apprentice, the explosion was contained. Romax's rage had pushed him over the already flawed line insanity. It would be hours before he would be in any state other than violent and insane rage. His apprentice had been taxed, attempting in her own right to keep things in check.

The explosion was so sudden, and so powerful, that it was rare to tax even *his* abilities. As the last of the flames were out, and the slaves began patching the hole the best they could, his arms folded behind him once more. One of the girls came and applying a towel to his forehead removed the sweat.

He shook his head darkly as he stepped off the stage, moving through the crowd of shocked and angry patrons. Some still throwing support for him - Some dared to deny him their support. It didn't rightly matter.

There were always plans within plans.

In the core of Chaos, is order.