Unto The Black Church

[lemonke 6014]

[!] Overlord of Spiders Smilebone laughing and crying both in desperation and amusement

At the same time, after she hears darkspawns and evildoers alike

are fighting for the one billion times for nothing, making the Nothing Ever Happens God arise in power.

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LO AND BEHOLD. Overlord Smilebone has returned, for my art of the weaver has shifted once more. The Abyss has fully awakened and conquered Necromancy; it changed, and the Abyssals chosen have been blessed with new power. Albeit, this shift within the cosmos caused many weavers to be weakened, if they weren’t chosen, or meet true death. For this, I took it upon myself to assist my fellow weavers, ensuring our art shall be stronger than ever. To ensure both Ibleesian and beyond will come together to lay waste upon mortalkind and our foes. A true alliance, where no one bends knee to another, and unfortunately... we are back to step ONE, PEOPLE!

I have spoken with the Witch King. He does not desire war with his fellow evildoers, nor to conquer you all, but a proper partnership, to become a mighty force of the dark. Therefore, your attempt at war is quite futile; you cannot enslave the dead. No matter the wounds you deal upon them, they will rise, freer and ready to maul all hearts and flesh alike. Consequently, shatter your demonic pride and open your eyes. BEHOLD that you are a mere insect trying to bite an abyssal ocean. You will be swayed by the tides and forever succumb to it, to be lost within its shadows.

So, there is another way to become a single force of the dark without infighting. But if you refuse to simply be allies with the Witch Kingdom, if you truly think you can win, you are foolish! I know this is not the doing of Drake Daemon Solomon, for our Black Pontiff is a smarter and wiser leader, someone I would die for. It is surely the undoing of that dumbass of the Ixris’ Hand, trying to show off the power of nothing he wields like a child with a toy, KAKAKAK!

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And so, I announce:

Spoiler

 

I AM OVERLORD SMILEBONE, CHOSEN BY IBLEES TO LEAD ITS UNDEAD FORCES ALONGSIDE THE WITCH KING AND OTHERS. I AM THE SPIDER, THE WEAVER WHO NEVER DIED. I AM IGARASHI JOROGUMO, LAST OF THE IGARASHI CLAN’S TRUE BLOOD.

UPON THESE NAMES, I SWEAR. I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL STAND WITH MY UNDYING BRETHREN, FOR THE ABYSS, FOR THE SAKE OF THE WEAVER’S ART SURVIVAL, FOR IBLEES HAS DECREED SO! THUS, LET US STAND TOGETHER OR SUFFER TENFOLD.

YOUR CHOICE.

 

[_Black_Drag0n_ 782]

An archmage, his entourage of stone brought to life by his side, hears word of the Overlord's missive and is glad the Witch King stepped in when they did, preventing any further damage to the partnership of Abbyssal darkness.

[King_Kunuk 3025]

The Witch King stands within the heart of his sanctum. Past grudges had been put aside. The Abyss whispered to him its will, and it commanded all of the Abyss' Children to work together; even if they disliked one another in their heart of hearts.

 

"So moot it be, beloved Lost Aegis. I hear your whispers, and I shall submit myself to your will. Let the Children of the Abyss stand together in our Grand Kingdom of the Dark"

[Sr_Dimentio 586]

"Hu hu hu hu..." Joka, self-proclaimed right-hand man of OVERLORD SMILEBONE laughed upon the announcement "OH OVERLORD SMILEBONE! Your greatness knows no bounds! And your smartness" he invented that word "knows no limits! GYAH HA HA HA!!!" the minion cackled one last time, before sighing "Well... I'm going to prank some mortals now..."

[Phantuhm 197]

Azrakan began to read first of the declaration and then of the response by Smilebone. " How odd, they waited right as the magic has been purged away. Such fear instilled beings, THEY MUST BE PURGED if they dare to harm abyssal necromancers anywhere. " He said crushing and shaking the missive within his hands. 

[Hawkeye_Gough 624]

The Lord of Seven Hands finds in his echoey, formless mind the words of the Necromancer's comedic warning, a litany unto undeath written with the humor that no other semi-Undead could manage. At first, he seemed to believe that his envoy was lying, merely telling the Dreadstone what he wanted to hear. But the tone of the Spider was too hard to replicate.

 

"Then she lives," came the envoy's voice, speaking Zu'e's own words to herself. "And above all she has been chosen. . . Good." Complaint came to the Herald, disavowal and disdain at the Necromancer blamed for Shepherds' lost wandering. "No," it responded. "My friendship is timeless; she will remember."