The Black Sovereign closes his eyes, lost in the expanding, glorious visions in his ichor-amplified imagination....
Tell me of this.... Silver Turret....
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No. We are not friends. I am your king.... The Black Sovereign!! The grin widens, becoming a grotesque grimace of lunacy.... The Black Sovereign begins to laugh madly as the ichor further deludes him.... The visions.... I see them begin to form, Ozmyn! So strange.... and full of hinted meaning.... If I drink just a little more.... I shall surely gain great insight.... Just a little more.... Languidly, Kevoth-Kul extends his goblet toward Ozmyn.... One more draught, my....friend....
Quaffing the effervescent "star-mead", Kevoth-Kul chuckles at the Technic League magi, staring madly at him with his dark eyes and unfriendly grin, more a baring of teeth.... If you ever try to poison me, Ozmyn....
Kevoth-Kul, Black Sovereign of Numeria, sits upon his throne in the Palace of Fallen Stars within Starfall. He is seemingly glued to the owlbear-skin covering the high-backed throne.... The feathers and fur feel exquisite against his skin, rendered hypersensitive from imbibing the alien liquid effervescing in his golden goblet.... His pupils dilate until his eyes are staring black pools that reflect the dark derangement going on in his barbaric skull....
More, Ozmyn.... I demand more of this.... star-mead.... |