Morgoth
Ol' Bastard
- Joined
- Jul 5, 2000
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OOC: I'll play the villain and a good-guy!
IC; Tarasque: The Tarasque sat on his Dark Throne and gazed through his black Palantir. He watched two warriors and a Dark Elf Paladin converse. "Fools", he growled. As he did, the Incubuss' next to him tensed and began to move away."Where do you think your going", he asked. The Incubuses stared dumbly. "Fine, you are dismissed. But order the Succubuses in", he roared. The newly self-proclaimed Lord of Hell was happy. Hell was good when one owned it. The Archdemons banished, the old Leader cut to pieces by the Tarasque... it was great. He knew that the demon and angel wars would start soon, all he needed were some minor catastrophes. He sent an order for his greatest demonic army to destroy or besiege the City of the Goddess. His orders were quickly being carried out. His soldiers began to march.
IC; Tyrael: Tyrael walked out of the woods when he heard that a dark elf was a Paladin. "Hello, how art thee faring, good travellers?" asked Tyrael. Though he looked happy, he knew that a war between Hell and Heaven was ineveitable.
IC; Tarasque: The Tarasque sat on his Dark Throne and gazed through his black Palantir. He watched two warriors and a Dark Elf Paladin converse. "Fools", he growled. As he did, the Incubuss' next to him tensed and began to move away."Where do you think your going", he asked. The Incubuses stared dumbly. "Fine, you are dismissed. But order the Succubuses in", he roared. The newly self-proclaimed Lord of Hell was happy. Hell was good when one owned it. The Archdemons banished, the old Leader cut to pieces by the Tarasque... it was great. He knew that the demon and angel wars would start soon, all he needed were some minor catastrophes. He sent an order for his greatest demonic army to destroy or besiege the City of the Goddess. His orders were quickly being carried out. His soldiers began to march.
IC; Tyrael: Tyrael walked out of the woods when he heard that a dark elf was a Paladin. "Hello, how art thee faring, good travellers?" asked Tyrael. Though he looked happy, he knew that a war between Hell and Heaven was ineveitable.