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Post by Incognito on Apr 25, 2012 12:50:58 GMT -5
A blue slithering mist seems to move around Zigler. It glides out in front and the head of it grows to the size of a wagon, a dragon's head in mist form.
"Zigler or Ba'al, doesn’t matter….It is I Leviathan, One of the seven princes of hell and gate keeper. I visit you in this harmless form to warn you, Lilith and Lucifer play their game, believing one of them will take the Dark Father’s throne. They believe they’re game is one by souls earned. They are mistaken, all souls taken by a demon blend with the Azoth Gate. The one demon who places the gate in its resting spot in Mourna will earn the power and blessing of the Dark Father. Ba’al, this power could be yours.”
Leviathan shrinks as he sliver’s around getting eye to eye to Ba’al.
“I guard the gate on the side of hell, letting none pass until the Azoth Gate is in place. Yet Lilith’s ancient army of vampires guards the side of the living. You will not be welcomed. She will kill you and take the gate along with the power. Lucifer attempts to delay, but his powers are limited, he will not succeed. But you can call upon a host of your demons to possess the living.”
He begins to fade.
“Do what you wish with my warnings, but know that soon hell will blanket these lands for years to come, you could be at the top or crushed down to the bottom. As for I and the other princes are happy with our current roles. So long friend.”
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Post by Incognito on Dec 22, 2011 14:04:43 GMT -5
"You see my dear lad, she wants you to take this item to Mourna. Once you take it there, she will use it to open a doorway to the other side. An army of darkness will plague this land and destroy all you gingerly folk. This army will be led by the Dark Father... our father..."
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Post by Incognito on Oct 21, 2011 13:27:31 GMT -5
"I could create some excuse for our random encounter, but I find the truth so much easier. You see, Mr. Robertson my foolish bitch of a sister visited you and I know she has given you the task of fetching an item."
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Post by Incognito on Oct 19, 2011 7:18:18 GMT -5
Later...
As Zigler was walking, a well dressed man in a fine black doublet and cape rides up beside him. His chisseled jaw and cropped black-grey hair showed a man of great wealth and power.
"Good Day, Dwarf! Is it not?" Dark clouds moved over head and the Moon like a giant eye looking over them.
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Post by Incognito on Sept 8, 2011 7:30:30 GMT -5
A woman walks through the curtain to the back. Her hair black and long, skin white as the moon and her eyes a cold blue. She seemed to glide around the dwarf. Her hand gently touching his shoulder.
"Zigler, my pet, don't you have sssomething you desire? Something out there calling to you?"
She knelt down nose to nose. "Remember, the gate..."
"The other short one kept it in the mountains."
She gave him a kiss. Her teeth cut him a little. Her silver grin exposed her fangs.
"It needs to go to Mourna. There the keepers shall let you pass. We all serve the Dark Father and you will herald his return."
She gave him a wink and turned to vapor that rode out with the wind.
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Post by Incognito on Jul 12, 2011 7:03:11 GMT -5
A shadow follows along the roof tops as Cato runs through the alley below. The small skirmish between the non-humans and the Jovians help divert attention.
The shadow drops from above snatching a banner on the way down swinging down silently behind Cato. He pulls out an orcish blade and drives it through his back and it tears through his chest.
Cato drops. He's confused, then angry, because he knows his plans will never come to pass.
Then nothing as his corpse paints the street with his blood.
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Post by Incognito on Jul 12, 2011 6:48:06 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Jari, a dwarven smithy over on Settler way, is hammering away at sword. Two Jovian guards start posting a Wanted Poster outside his shop. He doesn't argue, he's not stupid. He waits til they go on.
He yanks it down, "Ya got ta be kiddin me! Damn good for nothin, sons-ah..."
He sees the faces of Rune and Rook. A hefty bounty for bringin them in alive. He crumbles it up and tosses it in the fire.
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Post by Incognito on Jun 21, 2011 6:52:01 GMT -5
As Zigler walked down Main Street he ran into Wren and his Elvin family with a wagon packed full. His sewing shop, Wren's Stitch, was emptied out. Wren was doing one last walk through.
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Post by Incognito on Jun 20, 2011 8:35:29 GMT -5
"Sir! Mr Zigler Sir! Do you want your receipt after I counted it all! Shall I bring it by!"
Another Clerk behind him, perhaps a manager,seems astounded by the payment. Immediately he grabs his robe and hat and exclaims to the other Clerk to watch the place. He shuffles past Zigler with a "Hmmph" and a raised nose.
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Post by Incognito on May 23, 2011 8:44:16 GMT -5
Jereb points to sections of the document. "Well Mr. Zigler you can plainly see the former Kings failed to keep up with the accounts. Luckily our new Lord is intelligent enough clean up the mistakes from the past. This will lead to a stronger Mittelmarch. And don't worry you aren't the only owner we are seeking back taxes."
He rolls up the scroll and hands it to Zigler.
"Really, I must be going. You keep this, be sure to make payments in a timely matter...I'd hate too see this...lovely...establishment be sold out from under you."
They leave the inn and head to another shop.
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Post by Incognito on May 11, 2011 6:38:06 GMT -5
He pushes up his glasses, "Oh no sir, I am not here to partake in...your...food."
He snaps his fingers and his assistant starts shuffling through scrolls in his pack. Snap. Snap!
"I am Jareb Cobblebottom and I am here on behalf of the city. Lord Harrow has put me in charge of Mittelmarch's finances and...well you'd think they had been handled by a hill giant or something..."
He takes the scroll and lays it on the bar.
"Now, Mr Zigler, correct? You are behind on your taxes...very behind...see you owe the city 8,400 gold. You have a month to pay this sum or we will close down your establishment."
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Post by Incognito on May 9, 2011 7:37:58 GMT -5
Meanwhile in the City.
Jereb the Accountant walks into Cedric's Inn. He's a well dressed human and when he strolls in his eyes full of judgement. Behind him his assistant trips in through the doorway.
Jereb steps up to the bar, careful not to touch anything.
"Where is the owner of this establishment?"
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