Morigung-oog

People think that they have to have a Dark MA to effectively villainy RP mostly because anything remotely decent RP-wise often came from spook RPers. A lot of mundane villainy was low-quality to begin with and thus any 'mundane villainy' was automatically assumed to be bad faith and poor quality. 100% agree with u Noz. It's the RPers, not the magics and feats that are the core of good evil roleplay- people just don't realize it yet.

"No." Spoke a shrouded figure. "I have your hammer."

A note had reached the current safehouse of Valindra Nullivari-Atmorice, the First Watcher, First Magister of the District of Paradox. It was handed to her by a servant as stood in a basement, carving a series of peculiar runic images into the wooden flooring. A pause was taken from her work, and she rose, reading the message within. Her head lulled from side to side as her mind digested the final message left to her by her once-boss. "... Too little too late." The Watcher spoke out in lamentation, though there were no tears, no anger and oddly enough no satisfaction. Valindra was a vengeful woman, known to chase her foes over centuries only to surprisingly, if human, and miraculously, if elven, outlive them. ".. People like us know no peace in death..."

"... Not Arthur, in truth. The Mechpriests." The Magus corrected with a shrug, signing her lorraine cross. "Either way- praise be."

A Barrowlord chortled from afar. It is not a pleasant sound, cold and demeaning. "Our princess is not the brightest soul in the stream.."

Valindra watched with a smirk upon her features from atop a throne. She never liked sitting atop such things, for she never felt as though she deserved them, but there she sat, as though she truly belonged. “It was only a matter of time.”

She of Strife, Barrowlord Fornotos did something she seldom did amidst her eternal strife. Even towards friends, family, a lover, such was now something scarcely seen. Where once it would’ve sown comfort, it would now only unsettle those around her. Valindra smiled.

The first magister of Paradox read over her longtime friend’s letter. He had had the courage to do what she hadn’t all those years ago, and thus she was not surprised, but only disappointed in Fatebinder..

Barrowlord Fornotos, Herald of Strife merrily frolicks through the Xionist-owned fields of corn hidden deep beneath Lumbridge, blissfully ignorant of the corn-impoverished farmers of Braevos.

While Danek made their case to the three present Heralds, She of Strife, Barrowlord Fornotos, listened intently. There came a long, perhaps tense silence, before the features beath their metal guise softened. "We had hoped it would be you."

Barrowlord Fornotos floated past the artist tasked with creating the paintings, watching over with a calculating guise. A gleaming dagger sat within their grasp, ready to reap the soul of the painter should any mistakes be made.

After their visit to the realm of Mordring, Barrowlord Fornotos could speak with the utmost confidence on the missive that they had stumbled across. "Lies. They beg for aid like an urchin does for scraps... People are destitute enough without the paladins demanding aid."

"A third rises." Spoke forth the choir of voices that was the named of The King Beneath, Barrowlord Fornotos. Their head, a visage concealed by a steel helm, dupped into a nod of acceptance. Having witnessed the existence of the previous herald, she looked upon the ascension of her longtime ally with fondness. Where once they'd known naught but anguish, they had felt peace, if only brief, for the first time in centuries. A gnarled staff was tapped thrice 'pon the stone ground on which she stood, their gaze drifting into the beyond. Though it yearned to slam down once more, it was not yet time... "Radiant is the Black Sun.- Welcome back to the four thrones of Heraldry, my friend."

Valindra read over the missive, seemingly intently. However, after checking it over in full, the faintest of chuckles left her lips. "Heh, butte."