There Can Only Be One! (Necromancers)

[DruinsBane 240]

(This is a discussions for the necromancers to see if they are going to war with the antag, now it's hard for us to get together so a post would be more able. Only necromancers would be within these halls to talk so eavesdropping would be useless.)

 

In hallowed halls in candle lit rooms, there is shrouded figures. Their frames and facial features concealed with darkness's veil. They are the creatures who hide under your bed at night, those that go "bump!" in the night.

 

"The North..." one of them croaks with a rasping voice. "We've waited idle for those sides of good and evil to destroy each other..." the figure slowly slivering into his chair like some pool of living shadows. "But we can not let them win, for if the north claim this realm we shall have nothing to feast upon." the frames arms shoot out like arrows free of theirs strings, tapping the table with a "ratta!" "Tat!" "Tat!"

 

"We should go to W-ar!"

 

 

[Acornlad 206]

[This sounds awesome!]

[Evilbanana5757 154]

((This sounds truly epic, good luck with it!))

[Neri 3590]

(( 2spooky4me. Would be an interesting role reversal if necromancers helped protect the world.))

[DruinsBane 240]

A garish jester like person, clad in thrills and bells that chime lazily upon his garbs. "Clink!" "Clink!" the bells chime bobbing his head up and down. "My vote is for war, we are more then mere dogs we are more then mere monsters. We raise the very dead from their graves, raising armies like no king could even conjure in his wildest dream. We shall not allow some up and coming creature of snow-flakes to steal it from us!" he coos and laughs, his voice echoing through the halls.

[Shadeleaf 1022]

Within the frozen north, ice spikes jutting from every entrance of every cave, awaits in a great fortress several figures each clad in an icy blue armor, heads bowed as very energy seems to pulse from one to another in a form of inaudible discourse. As seemingly a decision is reached, every helm cracks up towards the center of the room. "Gather the minions... this shalt require more ore than presently available..." one voice speaks, the others seeming to fade into black mist and whisk away on the wind, the next project would be bigger than any attempted in the past, and certainly more destructive...

(This has been your random update from the Black Scourge)

[Tsuyose 3285]

Yet another man sat, his head tilted down a small smile formed upon his lips. He slowly crossed his arms, drawing in a sharp breath as he whispered towards the group with a muffled and tone tone. "I already know three of the suspected." He mutters, his hands balling into fists as his eyes narrow from beneath the blackened mask. "One of them walk among the Elven kind. They're just too foolish to see who it is." He snaps, his head tilting up as he slowly exhales, sliding a note onto the table containing three names.

[The Fact Core 511]

A foolish tone appears out of nowhere.

 

"Join us instead of fighting us...join us and you earn unlimited power over all races!"

[DruinsBane 240]

The garish jester strolls around the table with eager glides like some winged predator. "Call me a fool but in the stories the good guys always win. It's an odd idea that we the stealer s of life would even consider helping those who've prosecuted our art and slandered us." his arms raise with a gesture of grand design. "But without them who would we fight? With out them we are incomplete, without them the world wouldn't be the same... My vote shall stand for war, but as we know we will bicker and yell, for we shall have the King of Bones decide."

[Netphreak 510]

The sound of dragging could be heard amongst the Necromancers as 'Battou' Pherak walks in, holding a joint of Cactus Green and taking nice long deep draws before saying, "Mighty powerful the Northmen are, we might have the forces although are we all willing to come out of hiding, to face the races and their ingorant hatred towards us? That is if we take a stand.." He would then lean against the stone brick wall, taking another draw of his blunt before grinning awating feedback.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.