The Sisters Alyce had always loved chilly Mt Exitium with its spinney jagged cliffs, and its constant overcast weather. It was a place where she felt like the world itself had emulated and formed around her emotions. Her skin, was kissed by the seas and shone with the brilliance of the cold grey depths. She wore a ghastly dress dark and brooding melding perfectly into her long solemn black hair. She felt the first drop of the approaching storm gently shatter against her taut skin. A lonely spectre, she stood over looking her vast empire of nothingness, her frightful eye searing across the land, across her land. She reached down to a nearby table, her fingers tensed and pointed as they wrapped themselves round a bronze goblet filled with a whirling blue fluid that made the very air around it sound as though it were to shriek in pain. The wind began to pick up, a storm was circling overhead, its powerful wind now ready to let loose the torrents of water held within the heavy c...