[H1] [color=8882be]Archon Of Darkness [/color][/h1]
A bead of sweat dripped from Gideon's brow, merely pondering and tempting the idea of throwing away his life for-..
		Nah.

Gideon folded his arms, [color=8882be]"We'll see."[/color] He spoke gravely, simultaneous with [color=8882be]Eredos the Shadow[/color]. His eyes grazed down to the table rather than the faces around him. Smoke from his mask trailed upwards, and his body slouched under. "I'll tag along."
In his mind a series of colourful silloettes danced around him, except they emitted no light. There was only darkness in his mind. The absence of light. The solitude of shadows. The push and pull motion of the black void.

"I'm Gideon." He lazily raised a hand, and lowered it as quickly back to its folded position. The moderate cleaver beside him shined like iron, and jingled softly like chains.