[i]"Yes yes... Tatakai... please excuse my mistake, three millennia will damage a person's memory..."[/i] [b]As he spoke, a sound filled the air. A gentle whispering, hundreds of them. Promises, glory, so much power, just let us taste blood, gaze into us, hundreds of them all whispering the things all men yearn for. But they all started to say the same promise. Use us, and you shall be granted true death, oh caretaker ours.[/b]