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Hell Master 09-15-03, 08:34 PM	(( Contiuneing from City of Tre'lail.. but the fortress of Nightmare part. This is a open thread, but please keep in mind that the DM word/rule in disputes is final :D Also please keep in mind if you wish to join this thread it is in the heart of evil with some nasty all about. A good Character here is dead meat :) )) The Dark Fortress moved mile by mile towards an unknown target. Its dark form remaining silent. Even inside the fortress the beings that dwelled thier were quit and slow to move. In the Great Hall The Dark Lord sat apon his throne of bones. Waiting and Watching.....
Hell Master 09-16-03, 07:32 PM	Throw eyes of Pure Hell, eyes that could rend a mans soul apart in a glance, Hell Master saw much. The warriors that fortifyed the Golden Walls of Celestia... to the dark armys that gathered elsewere to crush Celestia underfoot. A dark Shadow of Death and destruction waited only to decend apon them all.... Those that did not work with the dark tide were consumed by it. Thier was no plea of mercy... no price of salvation.. a death thousands of souls had felt before Awaited. The Dark Fortress of Nightmares Shadows of darkness Seemed to be increaseing... the darkness lingering well beyond its orginal radius.. the fortress itself barly visable now within the swirling black clouds. Crackles of Blue Hell Fire erupting here and thier at times. Ignited by unseen forces, disappearing as quickly as they erupt. Below the Dark Fortress... a town of a few thousands rested peacefuly. In the Dark of the night thier was no warning for the advancement of the Dark Fortress... its eruptions mistaking for heat lightning. Still... ever still... with out warning the Capel's bell town rang out. Toiling the coming of Midnight... 9..10...11.....12...........13!!! The Town watch could only look to the bell town before the red light erupted from the sky in a single beam of light impacting in the center of the town with a softness and stillness of death itself. As before the red wave quickly overcame to town... its resisdence joining the ranks of the dead... thier stone forms left to haunt the town... a warning... and a reminder. In the great hall the Glimmering crystals gathered from the village below. Adding to the glimmering crystals from the City of Tre'lail. The Great hall seemed to be alive with the glitter of light cascading across the black obsiden walls of the tainted hall. At its center apon a bone of thrones the Dark Lord sat motionless.....In slow motion the dark lords body of shadows slowly faded away... Leaving behind the greaves, Forearm guards , chest plate, waist guard and crown of Hell Master. About the hall the glimmering crystal began to move... each one moving carefuly and slowly towards the center of the hall. Each one, moving and coming together... in a giant puzzle... each crystal seeming to fit exzactly together to form a larger crystal... over and over again the crystal merged together to form a larger crystal. In the end a Enormous crystal some 10ft diamater with a million facets of rainbow color floated in the center of the room. Out side, the Dark Fortress contiuned to move forward at its horrorible pace.
The Renegade Master 09-18-03, 04:40 PM	The Misfigured demon stood in one of the hallways leading to the great hall. Unwanting to step insize the hall for fear of its own staffy. What one might call a eyebrow raised at the sight of hell master fadeding away, leaveing behind only his armour. The demon only lingered a moment longer before turning around and walking out of the room. In the same fluid motion the demons form disappated... reforming several levels deeper in the fortress of Nightmares. Down here the shrilles and howls of machinery and dark beings could be heared echoing about. Making its way to the lowest part of the fortress the demon stood and watched its creation. A machine of gigantic preportions rested here... its many leavers, cogs, chains and appenges moved and twsited. At its center a large sphere of glass some 40ft in diamater... about it on rings of metal thousands of colored crystals moved in elipcial orbits about the central Glass sphere. Pipes ran all about the enmourouc machines.. steam and gases of many types hiss and whined as the machine contiuned its movment. One on of the biigger arms another smaller glass sphere swivaled about the larger one. Energy arching off each as they passed by. Each crystal responding with a thousand small chimes... like childern singing. About the ground were less sophiscated equipment was located, many dark beings in robes moved about attending to valves and adding spell comondes to large caldrons to be boiled down and pumped into the machine throw large pipes. one of the robed beings moving realizeing that the msifigured demon was standing thier stoped its word and moved over to the demon, bowing as it was near. The Demons voice seeming to be forgien in this room of mechnical horrors. " .... Will it be ready in time...."
Random NPC 09-18-03, 04:50 PM	" Yes.. it was be ready in time.... thou it would help if I knew more of why..." The Misfigures demons head tilted towards the robed being. It knew better to contiune its question... unless it wished to be made into fuel for the machine. Clearing its throat before speaking again. " ...As to other matters... Our Lim'Deth Guard are nearly complete... we now number 2000 strong. As to other forces... nearly impossible to count.. as they do no like to stand still long enof. A few have even killed some of the Devoted, but thier bodys have been added to the furances so its of little consquence. I have something to show you m'lord.." The Dark Robed being making his way acros the room to a balcony that overlooked the catacombs of the fortress... the holding grounds of the Lim'Deth Guard. " .. Armed... and waiting the order to attack..." Bellow, stood the Lim'Deth... Undead warriors... Zombies would might say.. thier bodys constructed of parts of other beings swen and bolted together.. but unlike the haphazordness of flesh golems, each peace that was swen together was complentary.. the additon of Channeling crystals reenforceing thier forms. Each with a spirit of Carnage in them.. slaves to the dark lord. Each one wearing armour of black plates grafted to them. Just the sight of them would strike fear into even the bravest souls. " ... Is thier any news of when we strike?..."
The Renegade Master 09-18-03, 04:53 PM	The misfigured demon looked across the army of the damed... if it was pleased no would could tell. The Demons featureless face gave no sign of emotion. " ... Thier are still loose ends to tie up before we attack....thier is still the Queen... and the Rook.... " Turning around abrutly and walking away from the dark robed being the demon called behind its shoulder. " ... Turn us 25 degrees south.... "
Random NPC 09-18-03, 04:57 PM	"... 25 degrees?..." The Dark Robed being could only ask its question to thin air. Preplex at this sudden change of direction the dark being looked again across the dark legion of the Lim'Deth Guard. ..Why.. why delay the assault.. shurly with the Dark Lord now at even greater strength then the last time.. and the aid of this demon, the dark Fortress should easyly smash throw any resistance. Then why.... The dark being knew it best just follow orders... turning around it made its way back to the controls of the diabolic machine and the fortress of nightmares. Outside, the dark fortress slowly began to turn its direction... slow at first.. it soon turned a bit faster until at last it was heading apon its new course. Still under cover of night the dark fortress quitly moved.... unrestricted the deadly tide moved closer to its unknown destination.
Duke Bellarosa 09-18-03, 05:28 PM	The stench of his own death had long since faded. The abnormally pale man walking amongst the mechanical terrors was indeed an odd sight. Chill radiated around his every feature. From his midnight-black ocular orbs, to his starkly pale, long hair, to his snow-white skin. He wore obsidian-color plates of adamantine armor that covered him from collar to boot, and he had a thick, deep blue fur coat hanging around his shoulders. A heavy blade rested at his hip, one that would corrupt the flesh it struck, one that would make a celestial balk at attacking the shell of a man. "M'Lord...my master...I would like to request...a bit of variation in my personal force's number. I could...greatly increase the attacking and defending abilities of that force...if allowed so." He had once been a brilliant battlemind, fighting for the Light. That was a very foolish thing, to do. "Follow the Light! Follow the Light!". The Light blinds worse than darkness. His once nearly-divine body corrupted to the core by the Hell Master and Misfigured Demon's call, the former paladin awaited his master's response, kneeled humbly at the Demon's feet. (( Hiya! Mind if I join as a Death Knight? ))
The Renegade Master 09-18-03, 05:42 PM	(( Of Course :) )) the Misfigured demon look down apon the Death Knight *demons 10ft tall*, thinking on the words he spoke. " ...What did you have in mind...Your battle judgement is sound so i will hear you request. " Some of the near by dark minions quiver and took a step back in shock. The Misfigured demon had always been the order giver... but now.. it asked another. This scared them even more... for it ment the Death Knight they though was just another minion was in fact a General of the Dark Army. " My Lord Hell Master musten be disturb... so i will tend to your needs..."
Duke Bellarosa 09-18-03, 06:41 PM	He sighs, even though his lungs no longer of vital use. "Forgive me, but...it's a quite...odd assortment, m'lord. I will need ranged attackers, most preferably Necromancers, to break up enemy formations. Then I will need heavier melee units to slip in and slaughter the disorganized enemy, while the ranged attackers fall back....if the ranged were Necromancers mixed with Skeletal Archers...I could raise our enemy's remains, and add even more forces to our ranks for nearly nothing. Also...I would like our more skilled Necromancers...attempt to raise the remains of a dragon I've most recently secured from the Northern Lands. It'd be interesting, and deadly..no?" Tactics flew through the man's mind, as he imagined the thrill of battle yet again...
The Renegade Master 09-18-03, 08:07 PM	The misfigured Demon listen to the Death knights words, and saw the knights glee in speaking them. The Demon Folded its smaller arm over its chest before speaking. " ... Your concearns are valid... however we have taken care of these things... Skeletal Archers are already prepared thou they still lay in slumber. .....These dark breathern..." The demon speaks waveing its extra long arm arcoss the room at the dark robed beings moveing about the room. Some 100 visable. Many of them twisted creatures of the abyass.. others courpted souls. " .. they are gifted in the necromatic arts... Order then as you see fit in preparing your army's. I have a special treat in store for you...." With out any warning or gestures of any sort the knight and demon were transported to another chamber. In this chamber rested in a odd stasis 500 mounted warriors. Each warrior a Skeletal Knight and its undead steed. Each waiting for the order of War to once again live.. they only way they knew how.. throw battle and death. " these.... are your personal guard, Thou not as physicaly Tough as the Lim'Deth... they have thier own skills and uses.." " As to the dragons.... It is agree apon.... Take 10 of the Nercite ((nerocmancer... jsut thier name of thier group)) and raise these dragons of old.... In life dragons were our bane... in death they will be our allie. "
Duke Bellarosa 09-18-03, 08:31 PM	The Duke smiles...darkly. "Beautiful. Utterly beautiful, m'lord....speaking of beauty, if I happen across any...Elven women, do I have your permission to bring them here...and twist them into Banshees? I would need the wonderful red light's effects lifted from them...for just a moment. Ah...speaking of which...exactly who's our foe, if most of the city's population is frozen?" While he awaits his master's orders, Bellarosa draws twenty Necromancers towards him, and tells them of their new "duty". "And...the new dragons..will be darkly beautiful in their ironic position. What shall we call them?"
The Renegade Master 09-18-03, 09:09 PM	"... Beatiful..." The Very word seeming to go cold and courupt being spoken by a demon. ' Indeed it will be..." " ... I am afriad that the Red lights effect cannot be so easyly removed... however... Bring them here anyways... we can still use thier forms to create the banshee.." Looking around as the nerocmancer gather and are issued thier orders. " our foe... who indeed... Celestia is one of them... but thier are others... for now we have goals to meet before our assault can take place. But it will come quickly..." " As to the dragons... Nightwings...."
Duke Bellarosa 09-19-03, 10:25 AM	The Duke nods, grimly. "Very well then. Also, might I request that you consider using ghouls more often, my liege? Their speed, is unmatched, and they make...quite effective...shields. My request for the Nightwings is..." His eyes flare an icy blue, as his mental commands spread. "...done. As for the Celestials, well...all I can say is, we may need to develop more Wraith Spiders to ensnare the winged wretches down. But....enough...talk about a battle that hasn't even begun yet. What may I do to further our cause...other than this...war?" "If there's nothing immediate...I can do...I will send myself...and some troops to seek out the more corrupted of elves we can find...yes....the Banshees and their songs will indeed give Celestia exactly what it deserves..." (( Guessing you'll allow him to have a kinda of "link" with all Undead under his command, thus how he controls them, he tells the Necrites the location of the dragon corpses...it was a silver dragon, and a white dragon, that he had slewn. Both Ancient. ))
Aranamarunda 09-23-03, 07:24 AM	He had been alive but a moment before. Atleast, that is what he thought. His mind raced at what had happened to him. he had been flying high when he had spotted the dark abomination below. " Death to all who corrupt my realm" he had Thought. And so, he had swept down from the skies... his skies. Only to wake up here. He tried to keep up with the pace of his thoughts, but he seemed to loose control as he was reliving his defeat. What had happened to his body? He opened his eyes and clossed them quickly again. What had happened to his silver body? Where were his mercury wings? Why didn't he reflect sunlight anymore? These were his last thoughts. Darkness came to him then. A sinister voice spoke in his mind as negative energy filled his non existing veins. Animated in great anti-splendor, the terrible undead dragon rose to his feet and spred his wings. He was not alone, having another dragon next to him. His mind reached for his master "Master, Where Art Thou?! What Will Be My Asignment?!" (Will this be OK, me being the Undead Silver Dragon Nightwing)
The Renegade Master 09-23-03, 04:39 PM	(( Sorry for being away so long. )) (( Link you have :) as the General.. the undead obey without question. )) The misfigured demon looked apon the death knight for a moment as if to measure his capabilitys. HIs voice reaching out once more. " We will shortly be over our first target... the sunken ruins of dawns peak... In ancient times thier was once a mountain here. A outpost of the Celestials... but its time was over. The forces of darkness destroyed it and all the land about it sending them all into the sea... to its cold and dark bottum. " Its extra long arm coming up and resting a hand apon the death knight. " The Depths have long sinces been a barrier.. and the key to the ruins inner sanctum out of reach... until now. " Its extra long arm moving from your shouldered to your hand, thier placeing a simple bronze key into your hand. The Key very unimpressive was old, and worn. " This will gain you entree to were no being has walked in 4000 years. Inside you will find what My Lord Hell Master wants...You will know it when you gaze apon it. " Turning towards the dark beings that were already being assembled. Undead Warriors....50 in total.. each bearing a shield and sword and the remeences of thier armour. Behind these 50, floated 5 Undead Nercomancers... thier bodys of flesh long since givening way to the darkness that consumed them in life. To each side of the necromancers 2 towering Bone Golems stood.. thier hate filled gaze only reivaled by thier strength. " Bring any other warriors you think will be nessary to full fill your mission.... I will warn you, even in its ruin condition the Dawn peaks still have formidable guards and wards... thier is also the danger of the celestials learning of what we are attempting... It would be purdient to have the dragons on stand by...thou they cannot enter the inner sanctum of the Dawan peaks because of thier size... " " .... Do you understand your mission General..? " (( Got a Email I can reach you at? ))
Gene_Kynes 09-23-03, 05:28 PM	(( I can be reached here.Gene Umbra@yahoo.com (geneumbra@yahoo.com) )) The Death Knight smiles, as he looks at the warriors, at the key. "Of course...my lord. A pity...that my new Nightwing cannot come into the depths. However, I would like permission to withdraw a dozen more soldiers as scouts and bait. I'm unsure if you have a Nightmare in your possession..but if you do, I would request it as my mount." Thickly gloved hands cross over the tainted silver breastplate, and the Death Knight was moving slowly towards the Nightwing's chamber. Troops were sent to find elven women amongst the statues in the city, and the remaining Necrites, long-exausted from reanimating the Dragons, were ordered to summon these unwilling reinforcements to a chamber, where the dark rituals of twisting the beings into Banshees would begin. "When you need me...tell my, my lord, and I shall arrive with great haste." He gives another sickly smile, before rushing towards the dragon's chambers, darkly excited. When he arrives, the white dragon's corpse begins twitching, but the creature is still...dead, it's re-animation just initiating. "Welcome...to my ranks, creature. Your assignment is to...test your new powers. You will see that...while you are incapable of producing flame...the frost you create is amazingly effective. When I need you, I shall call." And with that, the Death Knight slowly wanders the halls...deep in thought.
The Renegade Master 09-23-03, 08:12 PM	(( No problem :) Will be sending a email shortly )) " ... What would a general of Darkness be with out a stead to make his dark heart...." In answer to the words a burst of flames exploded from the floor no more then a few feet in front of the Death knight. A Nightmare of monsterous size appear.. some 7ft at its shoulder it was truely a prize Creature. The nightsmares firey main fluttering as if in a brezze as the creature locked its gaze apon the death knight. Its Voice being felt more then heard. " The Lord of Darkness commands me, as you will now command me... I shall be a wave of destruction for your blade of death to ride apon. Those that stand before us will be crushed into the earth and torn asundder...." The Dark Beast Bowing before the Death Knight. " ... Brimstar will occupanion you anywere you wish General... even to the Light of the Heavens..." The misfigured Demon Spoke, already turning and walking away. " Ready yourself... you leave within the hour....."
Gene_Kynes 09-23-03, 08:46 PM	Bellarosa...his first name was something only the Hell Master knew, for it could be used against the Death Knight, ran his hand along the new steed. "Thank you...greatly. You will not regret this choice." He leads the steed by hand...towards the planning room, where he looks over maps, warns his army about the coming battle, and finally...taps into the Negative Energy plane, his eyes becoming blacker than ever as he surges with energy, and any living things near him...an imprisoned banshee-to-be, or any trainee necromancers...feel amazingly uncomfortable in his presence, as if they feel their lives being slowly sucked away be merely being near him. He, however, seems to be enjoying this, as his steps are much faster, and movements more graceful than ever, and strategies flying through his mind as he readied the armies with nearly perfect precision and micromanagement. Every single Legion member is taught new tactics all in the blur of Bellarosa's commands.
Aranamarunda 09-25-03, 07:37 AM	(So does this mean I can join?: Aranamarunda@hotmail.com) He rejoiced in the words of his master. His bony body rose to his feet and he spread his wings to see how far he could extend them in the Nightwings room. He tried to think of his name... Theliran... Yes... That had been it. But he didn't like it anymore. He associated it to much with goodness and kindness towards men and elves alike. And in an ancient dragon language, an old form of draconic, he came up with his new name: Archecapater. Slayer of all that does not belong to the Dragon race and the people who do not support them. A wail came from where ones his throad was... "Master! I Await Your Command. Let Me Be Your Steed In Battle And In Victory, So That None Can Stand To Face Us Without Running Away First!" He then changed form, resambling a Undead human about 6'5" tall. He walked after the Master. The Deathknight whose name he didn't know. (is this ok? I am new to this)
The Renegade Master 09-25-03, 02:02 PM	(( Yes :) I will send you an email as well ))
The Renegade Master 09-25-03, 06:36 PM	The Fortress of Nightmares began to slow its deadly advance, now well over a large body of water. Disspite the size of the massive fortress its speed and nimbleness would strike terror inany that saw its visage. In one of the open out cropings of land that could over look the ground below the Death knights small army had gathered. The time was nearly at hand for the General to undergo his mission.. As of yet, no forces of light had come to stop them. Most still did not even know of what had happened... Time right now was in thier favor... and they planed to use it to its fullist exstent. (( Call out your final troop numbers General :D )) On the Very Edge of the Land mass stood the misfigured demon. Only having reappeared here moments ago... it looked down apon the waters below. " ... General..." It called outloud... but was heard by the General were he was inside the fortress. " ...It is time....as is it for you...Archecapater.."
Gene_Kynes 09-28-03, 10:13 PM	(( Alrighty! :D )) He looked at these troops. They would've reaked...but he dared not waste another creature's backfluid just to regain his sense of smell for a mere few days. Not when the scent of celestial blood, the sounds of cries were still waiting. "Archecapater. Prepare yourself." (( Troop number: 20 Necromancers 30 Ghouls 15 Wraith Spiders 1 Nightwing. ;) 50 Personal Guard 1 Nightmare 2 Banshees, if he got them early. 2 Wraiths he summoned himself. A little bit of overkill...perhaps, but better safe than sorry? :P ))
Dager, Dementia Master 09-29-03, 03:26 PM	Out of a dark corner came a dissoriented figure with all black eyes and a swirling mass of darkness around his head he looked dissapointingly at the army of evil he spoke like he was bored " You want an army you will need armies of nightmares that people will die in there inpossible presence and that will make all fall at your feet you are going to need a Dementist and I am one of the last even more skilled than Chainer and I can help you," The wretch of man started creating horrors out of his demented mind.
Gene_Kynes 09-29-03, 04:12 PM	The Death Knight laughed, coldly, sharply. "Dementia creatures. Nightmares. How they...bore me." Dark whispers were audible from the man's blade...as he shook his head, "Not even real. They live only as long as their creators. Even worse, they're considered...living. Chainer was a fool. He was killed by his own power, as all Dementists eventually do. While death itself...cannot be killed. Death is death, the inevitable. Dementia is merely an idiotic attempted imitation of death, hoping to use fear...an aspect of death...against others." The undead tactician crossed his arms, with a smirk. "Undead are considered impossible, yet they exist. People die, they flee in our presence. We need no stupid dementia creatures. The more we kill, the more our ranks are bolstered. And if you betray us, so do your creatures." It's obvious the man seems to know of Dementists, even if a negative view. "The choice is to Hell Master. But to accept an idiot like you would be folly. An idiot who doesn't even have a reality-blur to summon."
Dager, Dementia Master 09-29-03, 04:25 PM	The deranged man looked at the Hell Knight patheticly "You Gene are as exactly as I thought you were an arrogant fool oh wow aHell knight will I do hmmm maybe I should make a butter fly that is scarrier than you or your army of deat, give me break your just a child with a temper you talk big, but you are nothing to me, just a baby who lost his candy ha you are like the Order were the best lets go and get killed," The enraged demetist took up his chain and spoke boreingly again "I would strike you downwith so many chains you would cry, but your not worth it,"
Gene_Kynes 09-29-03, 04:41 PM	((...I told you in a PM, I play Duke Bellarosa here. *sigh.)) "...Nice comeback, fool. Did you make that idiotic spew of phrases yourself?" Turning his back on the hyperactive dementist, Bellarosa snorts. "Your grasp of sarcasm is weak. I suggest you work on it. As for the tears comment, I feel no pain. I feel no pleasure. I feel only the beauty of death, cold, and the amazing mind of Hell Master's commanding my own." Stepping towards his favored Nightwing, Bellrosa then turns his head, as if talking to, but not looking at the Dementist. "Hell Knights are flaming fools who're nothing compared to Death Knights. You got off-topic, not being able to defend your own points, and then threatened me...before backing down from the threat. I highly suggest you head back from where you came, with your tail between your legs...right were it belongs. And who's Gene?"
Dager, Dementia Master 09-29-03, 09:06 PM	((OCC: sorry missed that)) The master looked at the knight "Well I think we all know you can talk, but you have no fighting skills you call yourself evil, yeah right you are a second rate fighter who knows how to make a good tantrum," With that a volley of sharpened weights toward the knight surrounding him and ten tons of nightmares came out of his head now swirling with dark mist.
Aranamarunda 09-30-03, 08:51 AM	Archecapater was lissening very closely to the conversation that was going on between his master and the weird looking creature that was supposed to be a Dementist. He didn't like the way they talked to eachother.. Wel... He atleast didn't like the way the Dementist talked to his master. Slowly he rose, standing on his hind legs, one claw coming down in a threatening way. "Does this man bother you, master? He seems to me like a lot of distraction when a battle is due to start below us. Should I get rid of him?" His wings moved in an expecting way. He could barely mantain his temper. He hadn't killed for so long. And never in a way that would give him so much pleasure. He had no concious left.
Gene_Kynes 09-30-03, 10:42 AM	Bellarosa simply smirked at the Dementist. "I'll gift you with death later, idiot." The chain lashes hardened ice that appeared out of appearently nowhere, becoming stuck in the frozen substance. "As for your pets...and you lack of faith in my fighting skills...I did not become a Death Knight by talk alone. I wasn't granted will by Hell Master without some show of power. Take your pets, and leave, or I'll revoke your breathing privlages." He shakes his head at the Nightwing. "IT's fine. Believe me."
Dager, Dementia Master 09-30-03, 03:24 PM	The chains dissapeared and more came out followed by a stream of creatures " You talk, but don't fight, it looks like this death knight doesn't want to meet death," More chans and monsters came out of the man hovering obove the round his whole eyes were black and a few monsters went for the nightwing.
Gene_Kynes 09-30-03, 04:41 PM	A cackle. An ear-cracking piercing, amazingly loud scream was heard...as most of the nightmares faded away, and several nearby undead troops fell motionless...and even Nightwing felt a little bit of power leave him, but then regenerate. He was still smirking. "Morden's Disjunction. Anything that's even mildly magical...is snuffed out. I will not bother fighting an idiot who cannot even create a single original insult. You could summon all of the nightmares in the world, and I would still not care. You're just a little brat, who isn't getting the fight he wants. So, he tries to summon pathetic excuses for nightmares, he tries to act like he has combative superiority." Crossing his arms, Bellarosa simply smirks. "Whine, cry, threaten and summon all you want, little boy. I'm tapped into the Negative Energy Plane itself, I've plenty of unsummons left. But I'll never give you anything you want." And as if by afterthought, the Ducal undead laughs. "And you can't kill what's already dead, fool."
Hell Master 09-30-03, 04:53 PM	Any light that illumniated the room suddenly snuffed out, thier air all about becomeing cold and deathly. As quickly as the Lights had turned out they reappeared again... about the ground a strange mist could be seen lingering. All about the room felt of death and evil... a evil that was not happy in the least. You both feel from the depths of your souls a sharp pain. As if thier were a clawed hand wraped about them, waiting only to snap them like a twig. The Death Knight knew well the feel of Hell Master presence, he know that his feeling he had was no an attack, but just the show of his presence... Hell Master was watching them. It was clear he was not pleased with the fighting. A few diabolical words echoed throw Bellarosa's mind " .... You have work to do my Dark General... " Hell Master words were a odd mix of death itself.. and utter joy .. thier taint of evil felling like a cool breeze on a summers day, but hinting of a storm of vengence beyond comprehenion. The Derranged man wondered at what thier horrible feeling was he felt, this feeling that threaten to snuff out his life in an instant. Words to came to his mind... " ...Keep your insanity for Celestia... thier you will find your enjoyment... " Thou words were not spoke of a threat... it was clear from the feel and the tone these words were a warning to the man. A warning many would never get.....
Gene_Kynes 09-30-03, 04:58 PM	Almost mindlessly....Bellarosa's look of hatred...changed to acceptance. What had been indifference dislike had melted away, after hearing the Hell Master's words. Turning to the man, he says: "Welcome. Make good use of your powers...and even if you die, I think you'll enjoy lichdom." A mockery of a smile spreads on his face, as the General continues on his way.
The Renegade Master 09-30-03, 04:58 PM	In all the commtion, It was hard to notice of the presence of the Misfigured demon standing thier. Its unchanging face like a stone statue stared on. Knowing well the presence of Hell Master the Misfigured took its cue to impose between the two men. "... General... your Army awaits you..." The Demon looking over at this new man... clearly one of the beings they had picked up in thier dark summoning. "... Leave the general to his work... thier is to be no inturptions with his task..." (( Just ask if you need a discritption of the Misfigured demon))
Dager, Dementia Master 09-30-03, 05:05 PM	The strange man liked the feeling of the new person "I would love to help you I was wondering though after this can we attack Agudos school no one will accept dementists, but you and I would love to help turn this world into chaos," With that the dementist started summoning nightmares to aid the Hell master's army "Oh yes did you know a dementia creatures are as reall as me and you and cannot be dispelled only killed and when they die they come back into my head and can be sent out again,"
Dager, Dementia Master 09-30-03, 05:18 PM	((Well I didn't think of it like that I meant like he is bringing creatures from one place to another:confused: ))
The Renegade Master 09-30-03, 08:03 PM	The misfigured Demon took a moment to study this strange man before speaking. " Lord Hell Master will gladly accept any of dark heart and mind that wish to march under his banner.... be it warned the price for failure is high indeed... thou the rewards for success are equaly high... " (( By the way the new thread is open :) "The Sunken City" ))
The Renegade Master 09-30-03, 08:06 PM	(( errr... scratch that... I typoed and did "The Sudden City" Ops..))
Aranamarunda 10-02-03, 07:58 AM	Archecapater was not used to the diplayment of such raw power. He had power of his own, o yes. But they were more of the fireblast_it_away kind and some polymorphing and protective spells. The horrors he saw displayed were things he couldn't even imagine bringing them into their temporary existance. And yet... His lord had just blown away all of the fiendish figures and even disrupted his live for a while. He bowed to his master and changed to a more simple shape... He could have been the brother of the deathknight. "I'll walk with you, I'll fly with you and I'll be your steed if you want me to. Through away your Nightmare horse and spread an aura of overpowering fear That will be my part in this battle, as I will let my breath rage across the fields of Mount Celestia itself. Non of the Celestials will stand before me. Their corpses will be black and their blood will be the ambrosia of our dark masters! Let us go to the fields of battle and make war!" He looked at his master and waitd for his next command. (cool huh!)