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contemplating what evils to unleash
upon the weak and innocent.
He mused, scratching his belly,
and summoned his revenant minion
"yessss masther, how ssserve I?"
whispered the obsequious undead monstrosity
rasping through yellow tangled teeth
"Fetch me my experimenting hat!"
"Right away, your Infernalneth," said
the unholy undead commander Asnek.
Moments later when he returned,
A potpie of meeping ghouls.
Bring forth my wand sluggards
A multitude of skittering forms
faces contorted in abject terror
, yet ready to fulfill Orcus'
every desire. Orcus giggled girlishly
, an unseemly falsetto cackling, and
, with a sweeping gesture, directed
his corpselike lackeys on to
tear the buried wand from
it's ensconcement in the thorax
of Thanshakot, an impaled Atropal.
A riot of twitching, tugging
undead fiends fed like maggots
around the beleaguered Atropal, and
a sickening bubble of corruption
burst, sending forth a sea
of a funksome yeasty venom,
and the very prize itself.
The skull-capped wand pulsed
sickly eerie green and radiated
malign promises of eternal shadow.
Asnek cringed before its power,
but his master's command echoed
in his hollow pate, imploring
him-- crash through the Gate
so he plunged through, to
find himself in the midst
in the Atropal's chest cavity
where foul energies pulsed and
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