[Morgeruat]

Morhde Sihthe sat upon his throne looking through a scrying crystal at the lands under his dominion "The heroes may have eluded us for now, but they are weak and their allies diminish at a constant rate, while we grow only stronger. Bring in the prisoners he grinned widely as several paladins of the Order of the Radiant Heart were brought before him.

Several zombified giants tied them to pillars of blackened marble with human shaped impressions, drawing a black dagger with an odd shaped lump of metal fused to the hilt (the very lump that holds the taint that was in Sir Morguerat's soul) he plunged in it into the chest of the first knight, the ebon blade sank through the brightly polished steel like it was cloth, the armor turned black in a steadily spreading stain of darkness, the flesh underneath the armor fared much worse.

When the blade bit into the skin it it sent a surge of pure evil through the body of the knights turning them into dessicated gaunt figures, their mummified flesh stretched tightly over grinning skulls, while glowing red pinpricks of light appeared in their empty sockets.

"Rise my death knights" laughed the darklord. he signalled to one of his nearby necromancers who began chanting something in a language most mortals would pray not to hear in their lifetimes, and then as the tempo increased a darkness formed in the center of the room, and several demonic figures crawled out, minor imps, and a Glabrezu, and then the prize came, seven horses, with coats like coal, eyes flashing like embers, a mane of fire, and hooves that sprayed flames with every step walked through the summoning portal, the stallion a magnificent Nightmare taller than Morhde Sihthe himself walked over to the dark knight the others each selected a death knight to serve. "Go and destroy, my servants, I wish the Elves of Evvenhome destroyed, and after that I have a mission of great importance for you.."

The laughter of the dark one made the skin of the necromancer crawl, even he who had worked daily with undead, toiling with entrails and stagnant body fluid, a summoner and controller of fiends, found his new masters depths of evil incomprehensible. but if he could gain more power by following, and even better survive the tides fo darkness, then so be it, he could wait and slowly build his power.

[ 07-30-2002, 02:40 PM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]