*Ticonious, the voice of Set to the mortal worlds, had little to no respect to the majority of beings under The Iron Crown himself - however - Marius was an exception. Ticonious' distant cold green eyes watched as Marius turned to face Blightrock, so proud and noble he was. The High Priest could remember what seems now to be ages ago whenever Set himself had taken up the Black Citadel of Earth to be his stronghold. He could rememeber Marius the wise walk fearlessly through the hordes of chaos. He could remember Marius the brave stand before the Dark Lord himself and show little fear. Indeed, and Marius held Set's respect. Ticonious was completely lost in his thoughts, paying little attention to the war at hand, or the cold icy winds of the dark storm blowing harshly against his robes. No, he wouldn't have noticed if his youthful face had not been exposed. Instead this Marius held Ticonious' full attention. As his eyes studied every detail of Marius - the mind of the Necromancer could not help but wonder how a being as proud and noble as this Marius was doing here, on this small and tasteless world. This world, a barren wasteland.....but a wasteland without any form of honor. All the realms Set dominated all have the presence of pure evil and darkness - this realm did not. It was a torn and forsaken world, caught up between the light and the darkness. Marius seemed so very out of place here.....as did they all.

*What seemed to be an eternity of looking at every feature of Marius' was, in truth, but a few seconds. Ticonious' beautiful and cold face gave a doft smile as he too turned to face Blightrock. With a soft voice, the High Priest of Set spoke.

"Things have been slow Marius.......this is a time of decay, even his great Lordship realizes it. The times of glory have long since faded. Mighty Set himself knows that his times of valor are over........he has no worthy enemies anymore, only God himself and his Archangels. They are not ready for battle yet, nor will they be for at least another 3,000,000 years. So until then, we bid our time with little races like this."

*Ticonious let out a small sigh. The epic days seem to have long since been over, both Ticonious and his Dark God knew it. It seems that the only time the "epic" would live again was whenever Heaven decided it was time to battle for dominance over all creation.