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| Lysander of Akros | Jul 18 2016, 09:31 PM Post #1 |
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There was a piercing silence pressuring the air as The Obzedat stared bleakly across the room at four men sitting at a large mahogany table. Only faint whisps of light dared tickle the dark from the sole candle resting on the table. The only other source was the ominous glow that radiated from the council itself. "The other guilds cannot know about what we have discussed today." one ghost spoke. "Should this information be leaked, we will know it's source..." he said. "...and there is no discrimination amongst traitors." finished another of the multitude of spirits resting on the platform in the center of the room. One man sitting at the table, Lucien his name, gulped and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Shit." he thought to himself. "I've never let my life depend on someone else, nor will I begin today. These thugs are useless anyway." He stood from the table, the legs of his massive chair screeching against the cement floor. "I can assure you, great Orzhova, that I speak for all four of us." he said. "There are no traitors amongst you today." A chuckle bellowed from the council as the man bowed, his hand firmly grasping the dagger tucked away under his belt. He was positive the other three men here had already come to the same conclusion as he. Three of them would not survive the night, and Lucien had no intention of being one of those three. Just as Lucien turned and started for the door, a massive flash echoed through the room blinding everyone present. A blood curdling scream could be heard bellowing from the mahogany table. Lucien fell backwards and shielded his eyes. "You fools! Not in the presence of the council!" he thought to himself as he muttered an encantation and expended a bit of mana to cast a protective spell on himself. The flash wore out, but the screaming never stopped. "EEERRRRREEEBOOOOOOSSSS!" "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Lucien came to and looked ahead of himself to see a peculiar man kneeling on the table. A beautiful crafted breast plate adorned his body, bare arms jutting from underneath. Beside him lay a spear and shield as well as a helmet with a magnificent red plume flowing from the crest. "Traitors, all of you!" bellowed the Obzedat. "Trespasser, to whom do you show allegiance?!" "This must be the work of the legion!" shouted a single ghoul who had been silent until now. "They must all die." Just as the council finished speaking, the man upon the table stood and adorned his helmet. "How can you kill that which does not fear death, fiend? Agents of Erebos, today you die by my hand! You and ALL who align with you!" The ghost council shuffled then, as the four men who had been attending their meeting began to make their way to the exit, trying not to draw the attention of the intruder or the Obzedat. Suddenly the ghosts began to launch themselves from the platform, nearing the men and slowly draining the life force from their bodies. Lucien was the first to go, his last sight was that of the man on the table rearing himself back and summoning a wreath of fire around his spear. "Fucking Legion!" he gurgled as a member of the Obzedat glided by him and sucked the remainder of breath from his lungs. |
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