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Logue was gonna stat me up since I pre-ordered the Anarchist Gamebook. Yet another promise broken.
SSSSSSS .....
I've resisted the aliases thus far. Haven't crossed the Rubicon yet. Come to the dark side Urizen! hssssss
Nothing to see here. Move along ...
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The shadowed figure ponders recent developments as the red skeletons loot his thread My daughter-in-darkness has been destroyed, as I had forseen. The vultures squabble over the scaps of my home, again, as I forsaw. Such as it will be. It is time to depart. The form raises thin arms high UMBRA VENIO SCUTARI! A swarm of shadows coalesce around the form, then scatter, leaving only empty air.
A shadowy figure observes the skeleton's advance Hmm. An interesting development .. Waving his hands, the figure sends a small force of wraiths against the intruders to test their mettle
The pyramid crumbles and collapses, sinking into the fetid swamp. Nothing is left but a small shadow Thus even the heroes serve the forces of dissolution... The shadow flits into the deeper swamp
The small shadow on the wall nearby hisses laughter That will be a sweet song of chaos you sing priestess! Well played!
A small shadow skitters up to the priestess Innocent Blood has left to attempt to take on the heroes of the Balance on her own. I have decided to remove myself from the current conflict and observe. There are too many undesirables using my lair as a staging ground.
The shadowed figure gestures tiredly Do as you wish, Mask. I am removing myself from this conflict. The form explodes into dozens of shadows, all racing to the corners of the pyramid's chambers.
The shadowed figure sighs Thus ever evil splits its strength and lessens itself. Arrogance is always our Achilles' Heel. The dark phantom settles back on his calcitic throne. I see no reason to add my minions to the pyre. Innocent Blood has claimed her independence. So be it. In the end, Death conquers all ..
The shadowed figure chuckles My daughter-in-darkness. You have become greater than even I. I am proud of you for this feat. Together we shall rule this board and turn the threads one by one to the Black..
Ebony Jaguar notes the new zombies and the raven nearby. He chuckles dryly. Back so soon? Things not work out with your new allies?
....Take care, Ebony Jaguar." The shadowed form chuckles, a distressingly hideous sound I always do ....
Ebony Jaguar chuckles I would rather not have a scorpion such as yourself as an ally, mask. I cannot trust you not to strike at me as well. Be off with your new friends. Death is patient, and we will be here when your plans lie in ruins...
I like not your tone mask. Begone! Repulses the mask from his domain and erects wards to prevent his reappearance. I am tired of allies who run their own side games. If we are to combat these champions we need to stand together, not stab each other in the back.
Do not fear trickster. I rely on no one's wards but my own.
The shadowed figure uses his dark formless minions to scoop up the Wasp's corpse and put it into a holding box. Well, one less 'hero' to contend with. I really must enhance the wards on this place. Looks around at the court I leave for a few days and you let some insect smash the place up? Unacceptable! Turns to the box with the Wasp's corpse and sets several high-level anchoring/non-scrying wards on it, then takes it with him into his inner sanctum.
For each undead that Thieving Wasp destroys, another three erupt from the soggy ground and advance moaning towards him. As he destroys left and right a large pillar of shadows coalesces in front of him. It bellows at him:
A wave of pitch black shadow crashes over the wasp, strangling him with streamers of night.
The shadowy figure chuckles. How delightful! Well, good riddance to good rubbish. Now if you will all excuse me, I have some business to attend to .. The shadows that have been sliding and whispering around the corners of the room gather and coalesce around the figure. When they split apart again the throne sits empty
Has his phylactery been retreived? If not, we will face him again...
"Kobold Cleaver is no longer a threat."
The shadowed figure smiles Excellent! He was one of the more powerful heroes on this board. What sent him to his True Death?
Oroth's mind suddenly feels as if it has tumbled of a high cliff and is falling through a cold mist. Shapeless ... things ... whip by him, caressing him with noisome pseudopods. As he screams his mind suddenly snaps back into his own skull. A chill voice addresses him. It would be better if you didn't intrude upon my mind without permission, young one ...The voice says dryly. What do you wish to tell me?
The shadowed figure turns to the mask You seem well pleased with yourself mask. Perhaps you would like to share the reason you are so delighted with our misfortune in not recovering this orb you discovered? The shadowed figure stands and the throne room gets a little darker. The shadows that always seem to cluster in the corners start to move and whisper of their own accord, making fantastical shapes along the blood-stained walls.
It's not the power I crave. She grins through her black rotten teeth It is the suffering I inflict upon others. The shadowy figure pounds on the arm of his ossuary throne. HOW CAN YOU INFLICT SUFFERING WITHOUT POWER! Settles back in his chair Alagathra. If some other force claims this unknown artifact and uses it contrary to our schemes then all is lost. You will be no more than a waterlogged corpse with delusions of grandeur then. The Balance will remain and thousands upon thousands will never feel your watery caresses ...
Looking at the rotted sea-lich the shadowy figure snarls You should also be searching for this prize, Alagathra. You claim suzerainty over the corpses of the sea. This artifact was oviously tied to water. Who knows what power it could bring you?
The shadowed figure bellows WHAT! An artifact of elemental evil discovered and then lost! Inconceivable! Points a finger at The Shadow FIND IT! Kill whoever has it, or failing that, bring them here. Whatever that sphere was, we must obtain it! Turning to the wall, he notices the mask has gone Hmmm .... I wonder ....He mutters with a sibilant hiss
The shadowed figure leans back Good, fetch this orb and bring it here ...
"Hmm. There is an orb. Unfortunately, I can exert little control over the zombies from so far, and can certainly not channel any magic over any distance. We'll see what happens. This should be very...interesting. The shadowed figure leans back in his throne of bone. Interesting indeed. Gestures to his court. We need someone to retreive this orb. Who shall go?
The shadowed figure pauses. Stay in readiness. Remain observant. Report back any new information. If you see a chance to strike and cripple the heroes without endangering yourself ... use your best judgement.
The shadowed figure nods It is good. The temple once was a focus for great evil, and elemental evil at that. Artifacts of great power once were kept there, and may yet still ....
The shadowy figure stares at the mask The temple is just that, an abandoned temple to Elemental Evil. Perhaps there are elemental weapons of evil hidden within its ruins still. It lies far within the Interthereal Sea. If we must face the Balance and their Champions perhaps we should find weapons to counter their strengths.
The shadowed figure looks at the sea-rotted form of Alagathra The Champion of the Sea, The Bard, still lingers at the Roleplaying Thread. Perhaps your minions and you can challenge him there? Find his measure, test him and his spawn Rio if he is there. If not, harry the Jacks. Perhaps you can dsirupt the councils over at Club Calistria. That realm is well guarded, but you need not tarry, just strike and retreat. Pauses There was a thread, once a Temple to Elemental Evil, now lost in the trackless depths of the Interthereal Sea. Perhaps you and your minions could investigate it and look for anything of interest?
The shadowy figure snorts and addresses HoD Perhaps you can slake your thirst upon the Jacks. Their thread is among the strongest in the Interthereal Sea. There is plenty of challenge for a warrior such as you .. Turns to the others My daughter-in-death Innocent Blood is prepared to lead when the time is ripe. For now, my daughter, I wish you to position yourself among the threads. Hands the pale girl a ring with a glowing green gemstone bracketed with gold bars. This is the Gem of Amara. It is an artifact of some power I negotiated for from a far plane. It allows vampires to operate in full sunlight. You will need it for your mission. I also have this ... Hands Innocent Blood an earring This earring will allow you to emulate a living girl, in effect appearing as you did before your Birth-to-Darkness. Never be separated from it.. Looks upon the others. Go forth my comrades. Go forth and darken the Threads of Light. Teach them fear and let them know that the stain of the Black spreads ever closer .....
... Dead Ones! Evil Ones! Why do you tarry? Do not fear. Embrace Death! Embrace my Master! The shadowed figure chuckles, a raspy sibilant sound I have embraced Death for centuries bezerker. I hold Death close and stroke her rotted hair. I kiss her pale, bloated lips. She keeps no secrets from me, her favorite paramour. Do you hunger to be alive once again? Or do you hunger for all the living to be truly dead? Not shades, but truly dead. If you hunger for true Death for the living then I will help. Afterwards we can 'talk' about your kind. The shadow form hisses its disturbing chuckle once again. I hunger for power, berzerker. Simply that. I wish to have dominion over the Threads of Light. I wish to see them brought to the Black. I wish to see the Scales of Balance broken and its shards hammered into spikes upon which I shall impale the Elemental Champion's heads when all of this is through. The shadow leans forward on its throne of bones. I care not if you desire to kill, bezerker, just aim your power in the right direction and we shall get along famously....
The shadowy figure stares st the spot where the dracolich had been. There are none so blind as those who will not see ..He whispers in a soft tone Looks about his assembled court Continue to prepare. The heroes we will fight are not to be underestimated. Be patient. Draw them out, engage them singly in times and places of your choosing. Discover their fighting methods. Do not expose yourself to undue risk. Probe them for weakness and report back to the Palace of Skulls so that we can be prepared fully to meet them.
The shadowy figure looks about at his assembled unholy court It is good that all is near readiness. We must be patient and precise when we move. Patience is Death's virtue. The Black has all the time in the worlds ... Looking over to The Shadow A spy would be most useful. Insinuate yourself in the midst of the heroes and report your findings back to the Palace of Skulls.
A shadowed form sits upon a throne of human bones, addressing his minions. A small pale teenaged girl dressed in leather sits at his right hand. The forces of the Balance have prevailed over chaos in the other threads. I observed this conflict until my wards were pierced by some miserable kobold witch. I did manage to retreive this .. Holds up a glowing gemstone We shall bide our time until we are ready to strike ....
The shadowy figure that had fled the field when Esmaralda arrived steps from the shadow of a tree, observing the aftermath of battle in the predawn light. SSssss. the warp and woof tangle here, but I should be able to ...AH! The shadowy form glides over to a nondescript Defective corpse. Kicking the ruined mutant aside, he picks up a shining gem that lay hidden under it. Its power is strong. I can see how it came to dominate. Yesssss... The shadowy thing moves back to the tree shadow and vanishes, leaving a weeping frog as his only witness.
The dark form hisses and gestures. His companion hisses as well, revealing long wicked fangs. The time is not now witch .. The dark creature intones. As he says this the two vanish
A shadowy figure emerges from the shadows of the command tent. His form is obscure, more of a black shadow in the shape of a man. The shadow quietly observes the melee involving Yeti, Kittens, Defectives, sharks and constructs. Interesssting ... He hisses in a sibilant tone |