Post by Imryrr Armunn on Sept 27, 2007 1:40:24 GMT -5
((Originally posted at arpc forum: Author/Artist: Isk))
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 12:49 am Post subject: An ambush, plans lost and explosions to come
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The Magnate stormed down Magincia’s main road. Only minutes earlier he along with his allies where attacked upon the docks of Magincia’s mirror on the Felucca side. The drow who seemingly came out of nowhere were disposed of, but not without one having stolen and escaped with Magincia’s part of the trade agreement leaving the Magnate outclassed in his own city. If it not for Bleys and the warriors of Tai’s alliance Isk might have been slain.
“Our plan for Thursday is compromised” Isk said as he clutched the Helm of Evil to his chest. No longer in bronze the Magnate wore all the pieces of the Hand of Evil save the chest and gauntlets. The unholy fusion nearly made him one with his most ancient and powerful ancestor.
“We thought we were clever when we placed the notes outlining our plan beneath the diamonds. Surely Bleys would have brought them to his master… but now the drow have them and there is no telling what they will do with such information.”
Isk’s voice changed, demented by the influence of the Hand of Evil which now clung to most of his being. “Continue with the plan. Bomb their debate. The crystal shards from Nujelm will make for excellent shrapnel. We will leave the debate in chaos”
“Very well. If the guards stop our agent at the door we will know the drow leaked our plans”
He made the helm nod with his hands.
“Molly only has one day left to give in to our demands. Our allies are ready to move with us against her… now that our agent has nominated her it is not likely that those who run against her for this leadership role will come to her aid. They would sooner see her sink and so she will.”
“And then the Chest of Evil will be ours”
“Yes. After all these years I will finally be whole”
Isk paused and turned the helm to face his emotionless mask. “What about the drow?”
There was a slight gleam in the vacant eyes of the dark artifact.
“They are drawn to us like a moth. Next time they will come too close and the burn they receive will make them reluctant to try a third time”
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Rot at the core always spreads outward -Sufi proverb
Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 12:49 am Post subject: An ambush, plans lost and explosions to come
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The Magnate stormed down Magincia’s main road. Only minutes earlier he along with his allies where attacked upon the docks of Magincia’s mirror on the Felucca side. The drow who seemingly came out of nowhere were disposed of, but not without one having stolen and escaped with Magincia’s part of the trade agreement leaving the Magnate outclassed in his own city. If it not for Bleys and the warriors of Tai’s alliance Isk might have been slain.
“Our plan for Thursday is compromised” Isk said as he clutched the Helm of Evil to his chest. No longer in bronze the Magnate wore all the pieces of the Hand of Evil save the chest and gauntlets. The unholy fusion nearly made him one with his most ancient and powerful ancestor.
“We thought we were clever when we placed the notes outlining our plan beneath the diamonds. Surely Bleys would have brought them to his master… but now the drow have them and there is no telling what they will do with such information.”
Isk’s voice changed, demented by the influence of the Hand of Evil which now clung to most of his being. “Continue with the plan. Bomb their debate. The crystal shards from Nujelm will make for excellent shrapnel. We will leave the debate in chaos”
“Very well. If the guards stop our agent at the door we will know the drow leaked our plans”
He made the helm nod with his hands.
“Molly only has one day left to give in to our demands. Our allies are ready to move with us against her… now that our agent has nominated her it is not likely that those who run against her for this leadership role will come to her aid. They would sooner see her sink and so she will.”
“And then the Chest of Evil will be ours”
“Yes. After all these years I will finally be whole”
Isk paused and turned the helm to face his emotionless mask. “What about the drow?”
There was a slight gleam in the vacant eyes of the dark artifact.
“They are drawn to us like a moth. Next time they will come too close and the burn they receive will make them reluctant to try a third time”
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Rot at the core always spreads outward -Sufi proverb
