Vorach saw the interplay of lines of power as the room shifted in response to Olrox's madness. In a blink he was beside Her Servant offering him aid. Seeing the lines of power tracing from the physical Lifestone into the portal he manipulated the fabric of the rift as tendrils of golden light snaked form his finger tips into the rift edges, changing it from an artificial doorway between realms to a natural one, a temporal and dimensional wormhole in the fabric of reality.

[Color=sky blue]You are the only one who can do this, the portal will hold, you must unlock the stone, it is a puzzle, but piece by piece it can be undone, free the trapped life of your ancestors.[/color]

He turned his gaze to the ceiling of the room as if looking at Olrox, but there was something more he almost seeme dto be gazing beyond.

[Color=sky blue]Quickly, time is growing short, you must do it now.[/color]