A Dark Conclave

[The Black Scourge 11]

The desolate North was still. Though once it had clamoured to the march of the Glurtzfolok as they travelled south to their beachhead, its icy vales and frosted peaks bore only silence. The roar of the Bohra natives was a distant memory - where they had gone few could say, but now their ruins served new masters.

Within a ruined building that had perhaps been a temple to the Bohra of old, dark shadows flitted and coalesced into humanoid form. Viewing their surroundings contemptuosly, one of the figures raised a spectral hand dismissively. As if diseased, a blood red stain appeared in patches on the grey stone walls and spread like fungus until the temple resembled the dark edifice that once terrorised the South. Satisfied with the Dark Lieutenants focussed on other spells.

In bursts of dark flame, new figures appeared in the temple, cloaked and heeding their Master's terrible call. Taking seats at what appeared to be pews, the figures resembled an unholy congregation, their attention rapt and focussed on the spectres at the pulpit.

After all had arrived the spectres gazed upon their flock. The gathered figures began to answer questions only they could hear, whispering softly to themselves. One by one they bowed and left, vanishing in flashes of flame or making the trek South on foot.

Wheels had been put in motion.

[mmat 7460]

 

Kalgeryas plots.