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Chan struggles frantically to get out of this hold. Courage hadn't sent a Champion against him before and he found not planning for this had been a very grave mistake. He was starting to see spots in front of his eyes, and struggled to maintain consciousness. Ryuzo and Fei have Chan at 0 hp before his fast healing kicks in. Edit: The nel-thaggu that was hurrying to help his master fades away into smoke as Lysander burns the last of the life out of the former Champion of Madness.
Chan struggles against Fei's hold, but can't quite break free. He's regenerating a good amount of the damage, but the blows are coming so fast, and Lysander's strike doesn't help. He shouts and a sonic burst fills the chamber.
Chan can't reform the shell fast enough to keep up with the pounding blows that Fei is using to break it. The last couple of punches hit him solidly and he breathes a line of force right in Fei's face.
Seeing the battle turning against him, Chan decides that discretion is the better part of valor and decides to leave only to be jolted as he tries to teleport away only to find he can't as Lysander hits him with a gree ray. Chan curses and pulls stone around his body in a shell to protect himself from further attacks.
Chan doesn't look happy about Fei's attack at all. Lysander:
Chan growls with frustration, having been denied his target, and the ground under Ryuzo suddenly isn't there.
Fei: Fei hears a compelling voice in his mind, luring him forward. It seems to be seeping through his thoughts like an ooze.
Chan's eyes lit up with evil glee as he saw Fei and attempted to tilt the odds back in his favor.
Ryuzo only hit twice, but he hit with plenty of power. Chan winced and his eyes glowed with anger. "You will regret that."
Chan smiles at Ryuzo.
Chan effortlessly pulled up a wall of stone between himself and Lysander. He can be heard chanting what sounds like a summoning spell on the other side. The flamestrike doesn't cause the chanting on the other side of the wall to even falter. Something is starting to rumble underneath the floor.
"I found her. Send the Champions as soon as you can." The usually spectral fire that Lysander wields flares hot enough to scorch the floor as he takes the incredibly stupid White Flame travel method. He turns to sand the instant he's in the net and then back to his normal self when he's out. He lashes out at the Champion of Madness with strands of flame immediately. Chan effortlessly pulled up a wall of stone between himself and Lysander. He can be heard chanting what sounds like a summoning spell on the other side.
"No response? ....oh, right, that net blocks telepathy and you can't speak in that form. I must say, I really appreciate that level of helplessness. It makes this so much more enjoyable for me."
"You're a very difficult person to acquire, you know that?" he said with a cruel smile.
Upon ascertaining whether it was feasible to travel back and forth between Agartha and the Empire discreetly, Chan begins to list several ideas that he felt Dantyres could provide him with help by doing. Things like smuggling tech into Agartha, specifically to Chan.
Chan lounged on his throne as the Silver wolfed down food and drink. He smiled to himself. Once Dantyres had eaten and drunk his fill, Chan leaned forward. "Now, I think you and I have a lot to talk about. We'll start with how you got into Agartha in the first place. And then I have a few ideas...."
"That's much better isn't it Dantyres?" he asked solicitously, all traces of cruelty put away for now. "Perhaps we can continue this discussion in more comfortable surroundings. I'm sure you have seen more than enough of this stable. Come with me to my throne room and we will speak about how exactly you are going to serve me. Over a nice meal perhaps? I have a few fat cows and pigs just waiting to be eaten. And I believe a few barrels of dwarven ale," he added with a smile as he gestured for the dragon to follow him.
Chan smiled and dismissed the fire troll. He made sure to reinforce the pain for disobedience and to make sure that the pleasure centers of the dragon's mind were stimulated when it fulfilled its mandate to serve him before pulling out of its mind. He snapped his fingers and summoned a chest from his chambers. He opened it and pulled out a large bottle of blue liquid. "Drink, Dantyres. Drink, and your pain will be no more."
You. Will. Serve. Me. He drove that message into the Silver's brain over and over, hiding it in places that would not be expected. He tore knowledge from its mind as he went. "Dantyres. You are tired and wounded. Let me help you. You have but to give in. Release this foolish struggle. Serve me. And I will give you rest and healing. Serve me." He signalled for the troll to hit the Silver again. As Dantyres roared with pain, Chan tore through the last remaining mental walls and twisted the creatures will to his purpose. "You will serve me."
Brooding was not suited to his nature, so he decided to put his anger to good use. He strode forth from the throne room to the stables and threw open the door. The wounded Silver barely glanced at him with its pain glazed eyes. "I do hope you are enjoying my hospitality thus far. I think it's time that we got to know each other a little better," he said with a cruel smile as he battered against the older dragon's mental defenses, directing the fire troll to apply more pain whenever he reached a block, keeping the Silver from maintaining his concentration. He reveled in the other dragon's suffering.
"Well?" he demanded harshly. "Where is she?" The shadowmancer groveled before him as was only right and proper.
Chan screamed with rage and hurled a spear at Varhonnen, a blow which would have certainly killed the man had he not already been undead. "Find her. I don't care what you have to do. You WILL find her and bring her to me." "Yes, Supreme Overlord," Varhonnen hissed and slowly backed out of the room, bowing, the spear still stuck in his back. Chan paced back and forth across the room, disappointment seething within.
Yes, thank you. *quickly scans lozenge for poison before putting it in his mouth* Intimidating ones followers can be very hard on the vocal cords. :)
I want what every good supervillain wants...a fanatically loyal army that will do my bidding. MUA-HA-HA-Ha-ha..... *cough* *cough* Ahem. More to the point, I would like weapons technology. Intimidation works wonders. And remote viewing tech, cameras and such. Fostering paranoia is such an effective way to maintain one's regime. And knowledge. I greatly desire knowledge. We'll start with history. It's so invaluable for teaching one what works and what doesn't. And any despotic regime that's lasted as long as the Empire should have much to teach me. ^.^
And I do so enjoy new toys. And of course my loyal servant wishes to make me happy. ;)
"The last place I knew where she was was here. Before I conquered the place of course. And no, she is not a mage. But you should exercise caution. She is a monk of no small skill. Dark hair, about as tall as your shoulder, almond shaped violet eyes, young, looks to be in her late teens. Her name is Aananda. You are not free to use it. If I catch you speaking it I will rip your tongue out. As a mere prelude," he growled. "Also, if you or any of your associates harms her in even the smallest way I will end you then bring you back and do it again until you fully understand the depth of your mistake." "Leave me now. You have three days. After that your life is forfeit."
Chan chuckled. "You think I need help finding information so I can quickly conquer cities? Hardly. I am not ruler of only this jungle because I cannot conquer farther. But that is such a common mistake. Expand too fast. Leave holes that 'heroes' can exploit later," he sneered. "No, I assure you, my rule is expanding at exactly the rate I wish it to. After all, I have plenty of time," he smiled, a sight that seemed incredibly wrong, much like watching a barracuda attempting to grin. Even in his human form there was something about him that tended to give the distinct impression of sharp teeth and large claws. In most humans this tended to produce such survival instincts as cowering, screaming, or simply running away at top speed, all of these being extremely unwise ways to approach a dragon. "This other thing you speak of though. Finding people. Yes, this might prove useful. I have been looking for someone. She has thus far proved...elusive. IF you can find her and bring her to me I might actually consider letting you live."
"A spy?" He smiled cruelly. "Whyever should I need such a thing? Are there still people out there foolish enough to move against me?"
"Well, you've been entertaining enough so far, but you'd better have some way of continuing to amuse me. Patience is not a virtue I've made a habit of cultivating," he smirked. In spite of the throne he was still dressed simply, as if he were still just a monk. There was definitely some family resemblance between him and Aananda, but it wasn't terribly striking.
Fascinating. You really must work on controlling your host better, my dear.
Just out of curiousity, who else is going to have a rival/nemesis/mean person in their story arc? I do believe that I've already been introduced, though it may be a while before you all encounter me in person. ;) |