Pherno watched impatiently as the Aiel and grandpaG conversed frantically. Probably planning how to best defeat him. Fools, he was unbeatable! well, except for that time when Jon had set him alight as he died... that had been embarassing. well, Jon had burned, like they all would... yes, the ALL would burn! Burn in the fires of HELL!

With a start, Pherno realised that G was opening a gateway and the Aiel and him were exiting through it. He also realised that the other hundred Aiel had fled while he had been distracted. Damn! Damn them all to HELL! And he would. Pherno began running towards the gateway, his hands engulfed in flames. The last of the aiel fled through and the gateway faded as it was unravelled. NOOO! He could not trace them now!

Roaring in rage, Pherno lashed out with the Power, scorching rents in the surrounding earth. after a few moments, Pherno composed himself and stopped, realising that he had seen what was on the other side of the gateway. Snow. He hated snow. It was cold, it was damp, it was WET! It put out fire, and therefore should be destroyed. His first order of buisness would be to convince the Great lord to eliminate snow and replace it with a nice, molten fire rain.... that would be nice... raining fire.

Snow meant one thing; they were in the borderlands. The scorched, war-torn borderlands. Ever since the last battle had started a few months ago, the borderlands had been a never-ending battle-ground as the surviving borderlander civilians took up arms and fought the armies of Trollocs and Darkfriends that infested it. The battles were still going on, the Light side reinforced by the armies of the seanchan, and now, there was hope that the borderlands could be saved. a few dozen Aiel appearing out of nowhere would not go unnoticed by either armies scouts and spies, who were all over the once-grand borderlands.

Pherno grinned broadly and opened a gateway to the Shadow High Command centre in the borderlands, located in the repaired Fal Dara keep. From there, his high rank would garauntee that he wcould access the scout reports, and he would track the lightfools down, and burn every one of them.

..... ok....

OOC: btw, i pm'd arani, and she hasn't responded yet.... maybe she died?  :o  Sorry, bad joke, but, seriously, i wondser where she went?  ???

Pherno smiled as he saw the G and the aiels' faces light up in hope; they thought that that would old him off? Ha ha ha! Weaving fire and air, Pherno made a collosal spear of fire and air, over 20 feet long, in the air above him. His hands were raised high in the air, and the fire-spear swivelled until it pointed straight at one of the channeling wise ones. He knew that hand gestures were unneccessary, but he waving his arms about, as if guiding his attacks, was more fun than just standing there.

Come on out, dont try and hide,

i said i didnt care, but i lied.

Come out and face me, or i will come in,

you'll perish in my firey din.

Whats that, you say? You wont come out?

Come on, now, dont make me shout.

Fair enough, its time to burn,

a fiery lesson, you will learn.

As his last word faded into nothing, Pherno flung his arms forward, and the fire-spear shot straight at the shield, smashing it to smithereens.

OOC: Oh, and thank you for promising to be more serious; while i like a laugh as much as the next guy, it kind of ruins the narrative for me if you spend your time farting at Pherno.  :) You know what i mean? :D

OOC: Ohhhhhh.... this is getting interesting!  :)

Pherno strolled casually towards the large group of Aiel and G. This would be easier than expected, there two channelers and GrandpaG to contend with... easy as pie. What that meant escapd him, but he knew that pie was pretty easy, so that was a good thing.

Weaving fire, Pherno raised his arms and they were engulfed in flames. As he saw G, the wise ones, and a few other aiel women hold hands, Perno began singing.

By now, you all should know who i am,

and the terror you feel will burst the dam.

My fire will scourge, cleanse and burn,

my firey hatred cannot be turned.

Try to stop me, if you dare,

or run and hide, i do not care.

Either way, you will die,

a firey death, under a burning sky.

I grasp the void, i seize the power,

it signifies your final hour.

I talk in rhyme, often in song,

When you hear me, death wont be long.

OOC: do you like the poem? Im quite proud of it, actually.

Pherno waited patiently as the Tinkers made a wagon-circle. He suddenly felt compelled to leave. These tinkers were defenceless, hardly worthy of his attention! But, he liked defenceless opponents, didn't he? "No you don't Said the voice in his head. "Yes, i do." Pherno answered irritably.

Ah, no, you don't, im in your head, i should know.

"But its MY head!

No its not, YOUR in MY head!

Oh, for the Great Lords sake, not THIS again! We've discussed it, and YOU are in MY head, because I wasn't alive in the Age of Legends, and you were, so because this is three thousand years later, logically, it means that YOU are the VOICE in my HEAD!

....

Well, what do you say to THAT!

Oh, *sob* why do i have a madman in my head?

FOR THE LAST TIME, YOU ARE IN MY HEAD!!!

Nah-ah!

SHUT UP!

No

If i leave and fight G in the wastes, will you be quiet!?

... maybe.

Fine, i'll go!

And with that, Pherno opened a gateway to the wastes to find a scores of Aiel, two wise ones, and GrandpaG filling the field of ash that he had made.

OOC: *sigh* I can tell that you do not want any action or excitement in this thread, so i will withdraw, as i cannot stomach all this soap-opera-like junk.  :) If you want some action, please have Grandpa verse Pherno in the last battle thread. come on, you know you want to.  :D

Pherno surveryed the burning field of deforested trees and smiled. He had heard GrandpaG tell the Wise Ones about it, and soon they would come to harvest the wood. Now all they had was ash. Mwa ha ha ha ha! GrandpaG would follow him by sensing the residues of his gateway, and hopefully challenge him. Laughing evilly, Pherno opened a gateway and strolled through, making sure that the residues were easy to see.

Pherno, in his new body, stepped through the gateway, the hot, desert air of the Aiel Waste following him through before he closed it. Examining his surroundings, he saw that two groups of colourful wagons were stopping in a clearing ahead of him. Pherno smiled broudly and laughed. Now it was time for revenge. He hoped that that old fool GrandpaG would follow him, and, when they fought, they would turn the Tinkers wagons into a battlefield that would end with Pherno standing alone amidst a pile of ash. He quivered in exitment at the thought.

I will try that.

OOC: Arani, if you can hear me, please respond.

IF Arani ever shows up again.... it was odd how she just disappeared...

Pherno opened his eyes, and he saw that he was floating in an endless expanse of blackness, punctuated with thousands upon thousands of gently moving stars. Pherno found that he had no body, and could move if he willed himself to. this must be where the dead wait until they are reincarnated. Pherno was furious, and desperately tried to escape, and return to life. I cant die! Not ME! I am Pherno! I am DEATH INCARNATE!

After a few hours of raging soundlessly at his ironic fate, Pherno saw an immense shadow approaching him. Somehow, it was darker than the surrounding blackness, it was thicker somehow. Frantically Pherno tried to escape, but the shadow caught him, and he felt himself wrenched from the void.

...........

Pherno opened his eyes, and this time, instead of blackness, he saw light. He was in a cavern, bathed in red light. With a shock, he realised that he was in Shayol Ghul, in front of the pit of Dhoom. "PHERNO" A voice sounded that Pherno knew was the Great Lord. "YOU HAVE SERVED ME WELL. AS A REWARD, YOU HAVE BEEN SAVED FROM DEATH THIS ONE TIME. IF YOU DIE AGAIN, I WILL NOT INTERVENE. YOUR KNEW BODY IS REMARKABLY SIMILAR TO YOUR OLD ONE IN HEIGHT, HAIR AND APPEARANCE. I BELIEVE IT WAS A RELATIVE OF YOURS. NOW, GO AND SERVE ME, AND YOU MAY EARN A PLACE AMONGST THE CHOSEN WHEN THE RETURN COMES, IT WILL COME SOON, VERY SOON."

Pherno prostrated and promised the Great Lord that he would serve, and that he was eternally grateful, the latter being largely a lie. Exiting Shayol Ghul, Pherno contemplated how he would serve better, and earn the right to be reborn again.

Pherno laughed maniacaly as Jon was engulfed in flames. Jons scorched corpse sagged to the ground, and as it did, Pherno noticed that Jons untouched face bore a triumphant grin, how strange. Pherno turned and began opening a gateway, but then suddenly his black boots sprung into flames, and Pherno jumped in shock. hopping around frantically, he tried to extinguish the flames wth the power, but they resisted, and soon the fire spread up his legs, engulfing half his body. Screaming in agony as the flames spread up his torso and reached his armpits. This coudn't be happening, it couldn't! There were no weaves, where was the fire coming FROM! I am Pherno, i cant die, i cant! i was promised immortality, IMMORTALITY! An eternity of firey destruction! NOOOO!

Pherno raised his arms and called out to the Dark One, the Creator, the One Power, anyone who would listen, calling on them to save him from his ironic demise. As the flames engulen his arms and licked at his hair, Pherno cried out, and for the first time i over 60 years, didn't rhyme. "This cant happen, I am Pherno, the Burner, the Incinerator, I AM PHERNO!" Soon he was nothing more than a raging fireball, and the last thing he saw before the darkness overtook him was the triumphant grin on Jons face.

Arlen was still getting over the shock that the strange visitor was a channeing dreadlord and his old friend Jon was a life-long darkfriend. How could this be? The former wasn't much of a surrise; the dreadlord had seemed creepy and wicked at a glance, but Jon had been kind and nice his whole life. He had taken care of Arlens children when he had been away, they had shared a drink and a story on countless nights, and had competed for the attentions of girls when adolescents, and now, he was gone, probaby forever. It was sobering to know that even those closest to you could be touched b the Dark One.

Pherno frantically unravelled the strange weave that Jon had thrown at him, and the vision of drowning disappeared. Gasping with relief, he saw Jon stepping through a gateway to face him. Pherno raised his arms and flames engulfed them. Pherno hated water! He HATED IT! "How dare you challenge my will! Now, you, i am forced to kill!" With that, Pherno swept his arms forward and a massive fireball was sent flying towards Jon.

OOC: nice touch, very interesting... but, could you please stop posting multiple times in a row like that, it gets kind of annoying if too much happens to my character without me realising, please?  :)

With barely a glance up, Pherno beheaded a tinker with a weave of fire who had just made a break for it. Where he had been planning to go or what to do, Pherno didn't know, but he needed to send a message to the other captives. After a few seconds, Pherno saw jon run up to the firewall, and Pherno released the weave, letting Jon walk into the circle of wagons.

Night was approachig, and the tinkers were converging on the centre of the wagons to tell stories, sing, dance, eat and generally enjoy themselves. Pherno, now wearing a bright yellow vest with red trousers, planned for this night to be far from enjoyable.

When the last of the tuatha'an were sitting around the camp fires, passing around plates and bowls of food, Pherno made his move. Walking out into the centre of the campfires, Pherno began talking. "Thank you all for your hospitality, but now its time for some fatality." Pherno embraced the source and suddenly several of the tinkers stiffened and began rising into the air. Screams resoundd through the clearing as tinkers ran this way and that, trying to escape. Weaving fire, Pherno raised a wall of fire around the clearing, stopping the tinkers escape dead in its tracks.

Amplifying his voice with the power, Pherno called out a challenge. "Come on out, Jon, and see this end, or i will kil your tinker friends." Content to wait, Pherno pulled a chair and a bowl of food over to him. He then sat in the chair, grabbed a spoon, and started eating the soup. Tomato, he thought it was.

OOC: by the way, grandpaG, please check the revolution one board, i have started a new RP thread that i would like you to join.

OOC: Phernos part in this is over, and i am somewhat dissapointed that arani didnt show up and respond to my posts. Oh well. Maybe someone else will come in and take up your rhuidean thing, eh?  :)

Pherno trudged through the ashes of the small village that he had just obliterated, wishing vehemently that there were more of them to burn. They had laughed at him when he had claimed to be an emissary of the Great Lord and had refused to pay tribute! Well, he had showed them, oh, yes, he had showed them good... now they were nothing but ashes and bones. Every man, woman and child in the 100 house villiage had been burned, seared, blasted or torn to shreds by Phernos' weaves bof the Power. Oh, how he hated them. Not just them, but the whole world. Always laughing, always teasing, always hating! Well, they learned, yes, they did.

Pherno looked around at the charred remains of the houses and villagers. One less village to destroy once the Return came. The Great Lord would let Pherno burn as much as he wanted, once he ruled, oh, yes, he would, it had been promised! He would show the world what he could do! He would BURN! Engulf the world in glorious, purifying flames! Burn! BURN!

With a start, Pherno realised that he had unwittingly opened a gateway, walked through it, and now was looking at another village, teeming with life. With an evil grin and a maniac laugh, Pherno began walking towards the village, preparing several nasty weaves and singing his favourite song.

My whole family, they all burned,

And the woman, my love she had spurned,

I kill and burn, but i'm not done,

I'm just trying to have some fun.

My fiery wrath, they will learn,

The worlds destiny I will turn,

No one can stop me once i've begun,

I'm just trying to have some fun.

The fire and lightning, that I hurled,

The power I called, it destroyed the world,

The Power was mine, the strength of the sun,

I'm just trying to have some fun

Pherno fell through his gateway head-first, landing in a heap on the ground. He stood, dusted himself off, and looked around at the bleak, poisoned landscape of the Blight. The Fortress of the Dreadlords towered above him, like a big, black dagger piercing the sky. Pherno began walking towards the massive structure as he thought about his next move. Well, as much as it galls me to admit, those Aes sedai and that asha'man are too tough to defeat alone, or even with brute force, I will have too attack at an unexpected angle... Suddenly, an idea struck, and Pherno laughed wickedly. Quickening his pace, Pherno made for the Dreadlords record of Darkfriends, planning, after he had rested properly, a visit to the Tinkers.

OOC: Mwa ha ha ha!

"Fire and water... not good friends... one takes over... the other one ends. Fire and water... not good friends... one takes over... the other one-" Suddenly Pherno snapped out of his rain-induced trances, a side-effect of the madness, and realised that he wasn't holding the power! Jon had escaped! Roaring in frustration, Pherno seized the source and flung blasts of flame in all directions, searing the surrounding underbrush. After a few minutes of mindless burning, Pherno considered his options for a few minutes. Jon could channel, as was suspected, but he didn't know he could, yet. How to best get him into the open?

Pherno chuckled evilly as he saw what to do. Giving the area one last contemptuous glance, Pherno turened and walked, towards the Tinkers campfires.

When Arlen left, Pherno began talking. "The Chosen have called the faithful to meet, we are to go to the Fortress, fast as fleet." Jon looked uncomfortable for a few moments before responding. ....