Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia rolls his eyes during the Puppet Maker's complaints but other than that, keeps quiet. When he enters the council chamber, he looks and left and conducts his own social and situational analysis;
Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Sa'van'thul |
Sa'van'thul shook his head and laughed at her complaints. "Perhaps you should invest in a pet monkey or something of that nature. I hear they enjoy insects." he offered "Or you could perhaps always go in for a nice rebandaging and warm oil bath."
When they reached the council chamber he looked about for anyone of note that he might remember from his original life.
perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
He goes about the room "Ah, good day to you, it's good to see you again, I hope your death is treating you well" he said going about the room and trying to make nice like he belongs.
DM waz up? |
The attitude of the counsel is casual. The huge dacolich on one side of the room notes your entrance and other than that most of the undead are conversing about why they where called here
You find out most where called because of some important visitor or such.
The puppet maker wanders off and gets mixed in with the other mummies.
You also notice that there are little to no ghost or wraith in the room, or if there are they are hiding.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia bows to the Dracolich when he looks at him, then hums when he looks away, "Well either my vapor brethren are hiding in the walls or in plain sight, or they are not welcomed as a council member?"
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia shrugs at the fellow ghost, "Like I said, hiding in plain sight. Do we have anyone on the council to represent us?
DM waz up? |
yes, Wist. The leader of the Jondur kingdom, he's a wraith. I don't mind him, but he's a little inconsistent with his ideals
The ghost sighs, frankly I follow the blue death, that dacolich over there.
Mastigia Fur |
Kn. Nobility Untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Mastigia nods, "Oh great, a flighty politician! Is Alaskerbanbastos more sound on his ideals and how does he treat us ghosts?"
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia nods, "So why are we gathered here? Because of the increased humanoid activity?"
DM waz up? |
the living are acting out more? No not likely if I don't know about it. I heard Darkor has finally climbed out of his hole and decided to address the counsel. I'm here as a cohort of Alaskerbambastos. I saw you come in with Flaki, that old hag.
Meanwhile, a familiar ghoul strides over, spotting you.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia rolls his eye and looks over both of his shoulders to see if she is nearby or looking at them while they speak, "Oh the Aching Skulls, it was non-stop. She is more of a diva than my vampire friends."
Aribik |
Aribik chuckles, ah yes. My mother thinks it's funny and makes fun of it behind her back.
The mention of a "mother" seems odd, but common. Most undead created by a female tend to refer to them as a parent
But for ghoul, that is very strange. Most ghoul despise their creator, and often end up killing and eating them.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia shrugs, "I call her Mum because she is a mummy and it is another way to say mom. I don't like being under her yoke but in my current juncture in after life, I don't have too many choices so I try not to ruffle her mites too much." Mastigia snickers, "Besides, she keeps us busy."
DM waz up? |
The other undead quiet and clear the center of the room, leaving only the counsel members champaign info, "undead of note" tells you most of them.
Edlon, the bloody skeleton champion speaks first. we have been called here on important matters. Today we skip the long introduction to get to the topic. Darkor put me in position 500 years ago to head this empire in his stead. Now he has asked me to relay this message. "The time has come. Our armies are larger than ever! With help from our necromancers, headed by the puppet maker herself, we can turn the tide of any battle. We can rise again even in the worst events of destruction! We will wage a full assault apon the Xanic kingdoms and destroy the living in control. Undead shall fill the land, grow from the ground, and bring this world into eternal darkness!"
Elric Von Ulfenstine |
'War is it? About time we did something with our after lives I suppose!' Elric grinned and patted Mastigia on the back or tried to at least, his hand passing clear through the ghost. He swore and stepped back sharply, stepping straight through another spirit. "Damn and drat and all apologies my dear gentle people."
'Smooth...'
Borrowed a tablet to write this. Took me like 20 mins... I miss my laptop. Haha
Sa'van'thul |
Sa'van'thul took his time greeting and meeting with all the undead of the room. He slipped back to his group about the time they started to spread out from the center. He kept quiet for the first time since they had shown up and he listened carefully...war was brewing, this was not something he had foreseen.
He stepped back and slipped out of the room to think. While it would be advantageous for him to have a fair few bodies to slip into when he felt the desire. That would possibly mean he would have a chance to fill his closet with his 'clothes'. He grinned, this would be fun. A way to gain power, maybe influence, and all the while filling his closet with a nice new wardrobe.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia shrugs, he can think of many other things to do besides world domination. Besides it is more fun to toy with it then make everything the same, then it will be just boring. However to make sure he does not get any stares for being a supporter of the living or a non-content, he lets out a loud in his eerie ghost voice, "HUZZAHHHHH!!!!"
Oh good, I can torture Elric without a counter ... muhahaha! Hope you get back online soon Elric!
DM waz up? |
The other counsel members seem to be arguing about the issue, while many undead are shouting. The chaos is overflowing, and suddenly silenced by a simple wave. Now standing (or rather laying) in the center of the room is a undead royal naga. The seven heads smiling eternally with their skinless faces. They melt together and form the figure of a lich in full-plate armor. let there be no dispute! he said, we shall go to war! But do not be mistaken, we are to rule as equals! Representative from each undead united in one cause, can you not agree? Do you have enough power to wait and let the living gain more to destroy us? No, we will strike first! Starting with the Nightmoon border. We shall launch our assault from the last city taken. Eldon, prepare the shadow guard and the black army, recruit minor undead and put strong in positions of leadership.
and the lich disappeared into the wind.
The room is silent
Attavan |
"War is it? Attavan thinks to himself.
"All the great and powerful talk of war, and who will be permanently destroyed? Not them, of course, but the run-of-the-mill undead. Who only seek to destroy a mortal now and again and to feed our appetites. This talk of 'war' is all fine and good for the mighty. They won't have a cleric shove his holy symbol in their face. Or have a paladin attempt to remove their heads. While I think this is madness, I will obey my elders. But, I do not have to be 'happy' about it."
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia smirks, "Looks like he rediscovered his sphincter to crawl back down it while we risk our ectoplasma for his own ego. Personally, I think we should worry about the living trying to re-establish the churches in the Deadlands before expanding our borders or worrying about them massing an army at our borders. Unless of course, they are related?" Mastigia looks at Attavan, "Well you know there are only three choices for us, death or become powerful and smart enough to replace the leadership or at least break our chains from the Puppet Master."
Elric Von Ulfenstine |
"I for one choose the powerful and smart enough to get ahead angle. Let's do our time, murder as many bloodbanks as we can and are told to, and then when the moment is right, we will be powerful and safe. It is our duty to grow and become stronger and more... usefu!" Elric laughs softly, taking a drink of the flask at his belt.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia looks at Elric, "She's talking about you." Then follows the The Pupper Master's "mite" trail. Being the bastard Mastigia is, "Mum, how is the mite infestation?"
The Puppet Maker |
What? mites? I haven't had mites in twenty years! why are you asking stupid questions? we need to get to the temple!
on the way to the temple, you see solders that weren't there before milling about the entire city. most of them where skeletal champions. the watched you pass by. at the temple you are greeted by a somewhat familiar ghoul, but you know you had never met this one before.
Mastigia Fur |
Mastigia rolls his eyes thinking about how the Puppet Master has lost in her years of undeath, "Yes Mum!" Mastigia sees the ghoul and nods, "Greetings, who might you be?"
DM waz up? |
The ghoul looks at you with a foul sneer.
Rain, high priest to the black hand. I see you are one of the puppet makers... Experiments. You are here to be prepared for war. Flaki has informed me you are hers and need the changing. To begin, we will give you amulets that will augment your powers and prevent you from destruction.