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Post by Mouse on Aug 5, 2011 18:59:38 GMT
7e38 January 5th.
There are no Gods. No superior beings that control our daily lives or universal forces that makes sure that everything flows evenly throughout the universe. Most of the talk around my tavels may be a result of me building a myth around myself, but I have travelled, and I have learned this. I was only ten when I lost everything and I did many things which I would rather forget today. I lived a life going from one place to the next, stealing food, begging or just taking advantage of people. Very soon I learned to tell a story, to lie and masquerade. Most of all; I learned how to make people believe in me. Somewhere along the way I never forgot about my past or what I had seen. Soon I knew the lands well enough to know where to go.
Times were good... for the time being. What today are strictly controlled borders were a bit more lax. As if the world had blown into a large bubble that continued to grow until it burst what is today about 40 years ago and afterwards everyone were too busy picking up the rubble from the war to be concerned with politics. I may originally be from Gilliad but I was like drawn to the Mages' city in Gazra. Oh, and the mages' guild, how I longed for it. I ended my runabout life when I was about 12. I did not keep track of the days back then. Every day was a struggle. I was enchanted by the city immedietly and I quickly learned how to sneak into the library and spend my days reading. Magic was so fascinating.
I heard so much from the wizards around me. I heard much about the mages' craft, too. Apparently their counterpart in Gilliad. They weren't given much credit at all. I even heard stories of a half-ogre being recruited to their ranks. A real brute, who spent his time swinging swords rather than going to class. Back then I would have killed for a spot at the academy. This... disrespect for an academy, however lowly, angered me greatly. I had other worries on my mind, though.
I was sure I did everything correctly. I knew all the theory and I made all the correct movements but I still couldn't cast a spell. I did not understand. Anyone could theoretically become a wizard as long as they were literate. I did not know everything, but if I was not mistaken I felt that there were some kind of force blocking me rather than me simply failing the spell. I spent this practical training at the back shelves, where none of the adults would see me. I was afraid to get caught and tossed out of the library. My repeated failures angered me and this seemed to be how I would spend my days onward.
One day I was sitting reading in the library along with some of the older mages. They had taken me as some kind of mascot. They were amused to try and hide me from the library personell and I had experienced being pulled of the ground and placed on a shelf by magic force to avoid being spotted by a passing librarian a few times already. I felt like I was falling asleep, my head nodding up and down in front of the book and unable to concentrate. Suddenly I felt like I was looking through the book and I saw several glowing glyphs. Pulling myself together I braced myself and I asked an older wizard what they meant. He looked at the book. "I see nothing", he said. Then he spoke a few magical words and looked again. He paused for a minute and then said "How did you see these? I did not hear you cast a read magic spell." I raised my shoulders, bewildered. The wizard corrected his glasses and looked me in the eyes. "Ah, I see now, hmm, maybe it would be better if we... ah, no that would not do at all... let's see. There should be a book about this somewhere, I'm sure I saw it. Yes, that would definitely be best, ah, boy have you heard of sorcerers?" I did not know how important those words would be for me back then
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Post by mafoon on Sept 20, 2011 23:13:46 GMT
So i'm back in bristol now and reading the forums again (skim reading atm, i'll read them fully when i'm bored), i ran this campaign while i was back in torquay which was interesting; this group is very scattered at times and methodical while they were more focused but very crude in their execution. When we get back into lectures and know when's best for all of us we can arrange palying again.
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Post by mafoon on Sept 20, 2011 23:37:40 GMT
The date system is based on the occurance of war and since the last one was 43 years ago that makes the year 7e43 currently july, 7e stands for the 7th era which means the last war was the 7th great war. You know that the 6th era was 84 years long and the 5th 169 years and the 4th 215 years, earlier than that and historical records and opinios begin to differ but what is certain is that every era is getting shorter than the last. Stories of the distant past tell of these great wars being against great foes such as dragons and demons but now these wars are political disputes amoungst the humanoinds.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 1, 2011 2:11:34 GMT
Death. For every human it is inevitable. No matter what status you acquire or what power you command. Even kings can be killed by the snap of a finger. Markus knew this now as he had experienced it first-hand when the Gazran King fell to his spell. His heart stopped and his body died. Just like that. It is funny how his enemy's mortality reminded him of his actual goal while playing soldier and assassin to his masters.
A hundred thousand gold echoed in his mind. Just what he needed. Just enough to complete what he was working on. His solution to death. His clever escape. His phylactery. Of course, the "Candle salesman" would take 20% provided he could uphold his end of the bargain but having the majority of what he needed brought him so much closer to his goal. He could almost taste eternal life already. He started to think of ways to find a perfect black diamond to top it off. Maybe the shadow plane? No, cleanse those thoughts. It was too soon, and much had to be done. He had to stay focused in the now. Survival first, dreaming you can do while you sleep.
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Post by mafoon on Oct 4, 2011 16:37:06 GMT
Brief update- you free'd yourself from the broken toleport stones and completed your journy back to see the General, by defying the anti-magic field with the stones you broke it and brought full magic back to the world. Then with a new task you headed to fort constance with the teleport stones and wasted no time in its destabilisation. You killed the King Genereal, a high ranking member of the temple and the capatain of the guard, the kings body was left intact however and its the dawn of the third day, Friday 13th, August 7e43.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 8, 2011 16:15:26 GMT
Not everything can be accounted for. Plan and plot as he may there was always surprises up ahead. Never before had this worked out in his favour. Out of all the things he could imagine would crawl out of the shadows of the night and have their way with him he never expected the "Once dead" Knight of Braye to appear in a sudden flash of light and once again be at his service.
Not that the gnoll spear had not proven fatal enough. The knight was certainly as dead as one might be, but he was still moving, fighting and talking. He had spoken of a female necromancer who apparently given unlife to his body. The way he moved and walked showed that it must have been recent as his new strength and power surprised him just as much as it did Markus. Even though Markus would not admit it, facial expression or otherwise. Whoever this necromancer was she certainly had powers far exceeding that of his own and he could only worry for what reason he had been given a gift such as this and what possible way she was expecting him to repay her once he had gotten used to relying on the warrior.
He had a Death Knight. A suitable tool for his protection and to bring him much needed subjects for his tests and an inspiration for any that might come after. Kavor he might be able to handle but the woman worried him. A new piece had been placed on the game board and he couldn't help but to imagine that another player had chosen to sit down on the chair that had until recently been occupied by Peytr. He didn't know who and he did not like it. He still needed to be careful, and keep his protection under surveillance.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 8, 2011 16:19:25 GMT
((In other news; When you decide to make a plan for your future progress, you get robbed of all your belongings and put in prison. When you decide to do nothing at all, you get a Knight/Body Guard and 5k XP))
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Post by Brendan the Racist Dragon on Oct 8, 2011 16:46:34 GMT
Not everything can be accounted for. Plan and plot as he may there was always surprises up ahead. Never before had this worked out in his favour. Out of all the things he could imagine would crawl out of the shadows of the night and have their way with him he never expected the "Once dead" Knight of Braye to appear in a sudden flash of light. What an unfortunately phrased quote.
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Post by Dudeicuf on Oct 8, 2011 21:08:22 GMT
*BLINK*
Nothing.
*BLINK*
Kavor sat there, in nothingness. Complete emptiness.
*BLINK*
Kavor was now sat in a chair, in a great hall, extending beyond his sight. He sat at the head of a long, bare table, stretching out into the ends of the hall.
*BLINK*
The table now was full of food. More food than Kavor even knew could exist. This great feasting table sagged under the weight of different meats, fish, breads, vegetables, fruit, cakes and puddings. All sorts of foods not even describable were on the table too. Food that didn't look like food, food that didn't smell like food. Kavor felt hungry.
*BLINK*
The seats around the table were now full. Fat people, wearing extravagant food with greasy faces and fingers laden with gem encrusted rings drooling at the sight of the food. Thin, frail people, with raspy hair and so little meat on them, you could see their skeletons, with eyes sunk deep into their skulls, staring intently at the food. All manner of people sat a the table, all races, all creeds. They all sat there, staring at the food as Kavor did, with a great hunger.
*BLINK*
Now they feasted. The larger, people grabbed large legs of meat and handfuls of fruits and puddings, stuffing their faces, getting covered in oil and sauce. The thinner, poorer people ate morsels of bread, being careful to pick up every crumb, occasionally eating root vegetables, looking nervous at the amount of food in front of them. They all ate with such gluttony and greed, such disrespect for the food and their unknown host. Kavor sat there, not eating, no longer hungry. He just sat there and watched.
*BLINK*
The food was nearly all gone now. Those who had been thin now had inflated stomachs, full of food, and a sickly look on their face and yet they kept eating, now stuffing their faces. Those who had been fat and greasy were no longer holding food but tearing the flesh out of their own grotesque arms, and biting off their own fingers, rings and all. Everyone's gluttony and wretchedness had got the better of them and they were eating themselves to death. Kavor sat, in horror at the sight in front of him, and yet, unflinching, he let it continue. He watched as the people before him feasted and gorged, writhing in grease and greed.
*BLINK*
They were all dead now. Every single one of them. Their bodies lay slumped over the table, or fallen back in their chairs. Rats and mice and flies and worms and maggots had all moved in, feasting once again on their bodies. The stench of Rot, decay and disease, Filling the air. Kavor found it hard to breath. He sat there, watching the bodies of those who once feasted so virulently, fall apart and be feasted on now by a new scourge. The Gluttony was infectious.
*BLINK*
The vermin were gone. The smell was gone. And yet, on some of the bodies, flesh still remained. Rotten beyond belief. So much even those accustomed to decaying flesh would not touch it. Some of the bodies lay there, bare skeletons. Some a pure, clean, ivory colour, Some chipped, cracked and marked, as if they had been buried many months. The bodies lay there, motionless. No sound was made. Kavor could not even hear his heart beat in the silence. He looked down, a gaping wound, right where his heart should be. He was starting to understand.
*BLINK*
A creaking noise. A squelching noise. The bodies started to move, both skeleton and rotting bodies alike. They sat up, and looked back to the table. Seeing what was left of the mighty feast. They once again because to gorge themselves. As if nothing had ever happened.
*BLINK*
The table now lay bare and clean. The chairs, all empty. There was no sign a feast had ever taken place. And then he saw her. A lady, with dark ebony hair, neatly trimmed, and radiant pale skin. She wore a white dress, and wielded an oozing scythe in one hand. She was walking on top of the table, towards Kavor. As she got closer, she started to change. Her dress tore and shredded until nothing remained of it. Her flesh rotted and bled, and fell off leaving clean bones from her waist down and she stopped, an arm's reach away from Kavor.
With a voice like velvet soaked in blood, she spoke, 'Knight of Braye. How good it is to have you here. Your friend. Markus Kurush. He has caught my attention. He has style. A style I really like. And yet, he is fragile. You however, you are not fragile, despite your… Predicament. So, I shall send you back to that world. You can look after Markus for me, can't you?' Kavor nodded his head, mesmerised by her unnatural beauty. 'Good boy.' She Smirked, gestured with one hand for him to rise and held out the Scythe with the other, 'NOW RISE, Lord Kavor the Deathless. Rise a Graveknight reborn and reformed. Rise and fight, destroy and claim lives for me. Rise Kavor, for I, Urgathoa, The Pallid Princess and Lady of Despair command you to do so. I, Urgathoa shall be your new Mistress and Markus Kurush shall be your new Master.'
Kavor stood tall, so tall his face was level with hers, despite her standing on a table. As he reached out for the Scythe, he saw his armour reforming around him. At first, it seemed to be the same Braye family pattern and colours as before, but it changed. It mutated and deformed, warped and twisted. By the time it had finished, the Armour was Black as the night with splatters of Blood red, it was spiky and bulbous, and yet elegant and beautiful. It was fused to him, it was Him. It was perfect. As he claimed the Scythe, Urgathoa reached out and stroked the cheek of faceplate. 'Kavor, I shall see you again. Next time I see you however, it will be only brief, briefer than this meeting. And then Kavor, then you shall go back into the world once more. Formed again. And again. And Again. Never shall you see me for long. For this, I am sorry and so to repay you, I grant you strength and wisdom, power and might. Eternal Unlife.'
She stared deep through his visor, into his eyes, the last remnant of his mortal self, now glowing red with Negative energy. She turned, and started to walk back along the table. As she walked away, where her feat passed over the table, Food appeared as before. As she passed chairs, they filled with the characters of before and soon, she had walked beyond his sight. Kavor stood there, holding her Scythe. Watching as all the attendees of the feast stare at him. He unclipped his faceplate, revealing the dead face of a half orc, and picked up some food. After letting out a mighty roar, he started to feast, and with an equally mighty cheer from the party, they joined him. His eternal Hunger had started, a hunger he would never fulfil. His hunger for death.
*BLINK*
The hall was now empty. Just a bare table and empty chairs again. Kavor turned around. There was a small plinth. On it, many items. A large lance, he knew he could wield only while on a horse. A shield, robust and magnificent, more so than any he had seen before. A small ring, a belt and a compass. The ring, once slid over his gauntlet melded in and made him feel safe. The belt, once fitted around his waist, soaked into his armour and made him feel strong. The compass, once held, made him feel strange. At first, it did nothing, then he noticed a itching in his chest, he could feel the wound closing up. Kavor looked more closely at the compass, there was a small chamber underneath, inside, a cloudy white, spindle shaped gem glowed. Kavor held it tight in his hand, as though to crush it, but it was absorbed into his armour, compass face showing in his palm. The plinth was now just covered with a huge sheet of Shiny, chain-mail. Far too big for him, he pick it up and noticed the saddle, bit and bridle and bags attached, it was barding for a horse. He slung it over his shoulder and underneath was a book, with a small talisman on top and a small pile of gold. The cover read 'Serving your Hunger'. He knew it was Her book. He forced the book down through his faceplate into the depths of his armour along with the money. The talisman was dark and with the symbol of a fly on it. He put it around his neck and it fused with his armour, barely showing amongst all the black steel around his neck.
Kavor was ready now, to go back into the world. Lance and shield on his back, barding over his shoulder and Scythe in hand, he turned back to the table. But it was not there. There was Nothing. No table, no chairs, no feasting hall. Nothing. He turned back to the plinth. It wasn't there. Then the he looked down, he was stood on a tiny plate, surround by nothingness. The darkness of it seeped into his tiny bit of ground. He took his very last breath he would ever take and stepped forth into the nothing.
*BLINK*
Kavor was in a real room, in a real building, in a real city, back, on the material plane. He did not feel the hunger he had previously felt, just excitement to back. It had felt like days, maybe a week or two since he was gone. He saw a human lying in the bed, looking very surprised. He knew who it was.
Kavor shouted out.
'MARKUS! It is good to see you again...'
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Post by Mouse on Oct 8, 2011 21:34:47 GMT
Not everything can be accounted for. Plan and plot as he may there was always surprises up ahead. Never before had this worked out in his favour. Out of all the things he could imagine would crawl out of the shadows of the night and have their way with him he never expected the "Once dead" Knight of Braye to appear in a sudden flash of light. What an unfortunately phrased quote. The entire city is after him. I'd imagine there are plenty of people who would do unthinkable things to a man with 26 charisma.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 8, 2011 21:39:57 GMT
Awesome story Nathan. I'm guessing Markus and Urgathoa may be able to get over their differences. Eventually.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 9, 2011 1:46:07 GMT
Kavor was soaking wet after he returned from the escape tunnel. Markus entertained the thought of asking him what had happened but the knight seemed less than eager to talk about it.
Markus was fiddling with another feather token as he spoke: "You should know that the situation has changed while you were gone. Peytr is dead and I have acquired better ways of defending myself than just lying to people. Oh, you might want to know that I've lied to you on occassion before." At this point Markus paused expecting some kind of reaction but he was apparently still busy drip-drying.
He continued, still with all his attention directed towards the little feather in his hand. "I know enough about Graveknights to know that you will on occasion need to satiate your need to fight. The arena should be a suitable conduit for that need. Unfortunately, in other ways we need to stay subtle. The thieves' guild will work for now but they are not as professional as I expected. Soon we might have to get rid of them if they don't shape up their game. I still want them to be able to cause some mayhem when the invasion force arrives, however. I have my own arsenal now. I'm not as skilled as the woman who blessed you but I am able to create a small force of undead fighters of my own. The only way I can see that happening is by gaining access to the royal crypt. Annoyingly I recently tried and failed which means I have to go back later and try again. I'll take you with me so you know what we're dealing with. Perhaps you have some way of aiding me? Secondly we need to kill the king... again. I wasn't thorough enough the first time." Markus dropped the feather on the stall in a minute of slight frustration.
As he reached to pick it up he changed his mind and turned to Kavor instead. "I had some thoughts on trying to fit your armour onto him but it seems to much of a hassle. I'll try to use an opportunity if I can find one. We also need to know what to make of this ranger I picked up on the way. He seems competent with a sword. You could measure him for yourself I guess. Since you are back I assume you have some kind of reason for being here of all places. I won't press you on the matter but I need to know if I will be in some sort of cross-fire?"
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Post by Dudeicuf on Oct 9, 2011 2:21:09 GMT
No movement stemmed from Kavor as he stood there, drip drying. When he spoke, he still remained eerily motionless. "You have achieved a lot in such little time. How long until we leave this city and head back to procure the grains? It must be, what, one week, maybe two since I've been gone? I know not of what you were lying, however I do now understand what you did with that snake. I'm sure it will come as no surprise to you that I have many things in common with your familiar, I also seem to have gained some knowledge of other such magic, not use of it however. This title, 'Graveknight' you gave me, it means nothing to me. I know no details of such beings, but if you claim I am one, I am not to dismiss your knowledge."
Kavor's head moved, he look down, over Markus' shoulder towards the feather token. "I must confess though, I know very little of my powers and limits in this form. That attack I told you about, I did not know I could do that until I told you, and in the sewers, while being swarmed by rats, I was able to dissolve them. My strength seems to have improved too, by what measure, I do not know as I have had nothing to compare it too. It was though, very easy tearing down the Dam and flooding the sewers."
"As for my need to fi..." Kavor wretched slightly. The hunger had struck. Just the mere mention of it seemed to burn deep in his soul. Or what was left of it. "As I was saying..." Kavor stuttered before fully composing himself, "I have no need for that. I feel nothing of the thing. I was not the most subtle of beings before my... Change... And I fear I am still not the most subtle, perhaps less so. I shall do what I can though, and I plan on making no blunders like that Monk, Bataar..."
Kavor stepped back now, and started to cast his gaze over the market. "I can get into a crypt no problem, whether smashing through the front or dissolving my way in. If subtlety is needed however, as mentioned, I am not your man. Hopefully soon my horse will be here. I can feel his presence getting stronger by the minute. I imagine it will be a few days still though. I do have some business I'd like to conduct for myself, but otherwise I am yours Markus."
By this point Kavor had started to move around, looking more at what Markus was doing, taking a few large strides around his stall. "I do not know this ranger, but skill with a sword is always good. I do not know what you mean, fit him into my armour... I am wearing my armour and I am unsure as to if I can remove it."
Kavor was now stood directly next to Markus. He put his large, heavy, gauntleted hand on Markus' shoulder. "My reason for being here is as I said. To serve you. To serve as your general and bodyguard. Whatever Her plans beyond that are, I do not know. But she likes you Markus. Enough to bring me to you. So no, no cross-fire, no danger, no plots."
Kavor put pressure on the Human's frame as he squeezed slightly. Getting Markus' full attention he claimed "It was not just a woman who made me what I am today Markus. She was something more. Something beyond any experience a mortal man such as yourself can grasp. She was, she is Urgathoa. The Pallid Princess. Lady Despair. And, She Is BEAUTIFUL"
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Post by Mouse on Oct 9, 2011 3:45:09 GMT
None of the answers Markus had gained from his questions were what he had expected. Two weeks!?. Markus knew he should have kept better track of the weeks gone by but could Kavor really have been gone for months without knowing? Even more confusing, Kavor had been turned into a Graveknight without even knowing what that meant? Did this mean then that he had no idea of how the armour had affected him?
Markus knowledge of the Graveknights was not vast, but the Necromantica had taught him enough of these fearsome warriors to know that they were among the most difficult to destroy of the undead race, and that putting one's armour on would cause you to be possessed by the thing. He was immortal and yet he did not know.
The information he did give Markus was not as surprising although unexpected. He processed it quickly. Urgathoa, his knowledge told him that she was a very powerful extra-planar creature, maybe once human she was skilled in the necromantic arts and very old. She managed to hold sway over many across the planes by claiming that she was a Godess. Markus held respect towards her, she was clearly not to be trifled with and much of her work was what Markus tried to achieve. As to Kavor claiming she liked him? He did not know what it was for. Mutual respect? Hardly, Urgathoa could easily have found a more powerful necromancer to create an allegiance with. No, Urgathoa had taken attention to him for some other reason which Markus could not yet guess. Maybe she was precognitive and knew that he had potential, or maybe she would act through him to achieve a specific purpose on this plane to extend her power?
For now he had to accept what Kavor said. So, no crossfire or danger he could understand, but no plotting? When dealing with such an old entity as Urgathoa, that could not be true. Plotting is a constant factor and she had all the time in the world to make her plans come to fruition. Markus felt like he had been demoted. He was no longer a player at the board. He was one of Urgathoa's pieces in a game against an unknown power with force enough to challenge her.
"Kavor, for how long do you think you have been gone? I have not seen you for months. We failed to procure the grain and all our allies either died or deserted us. We are here to destabilize this fort to make it ready for the Gilliad forces to attack. Any knowledge Braye taught you about weakening enemy positions will come in handy now. Did Urgathoa tell you nothing of our, or indeed your, situation?"
Markus shook his head. "I know what you are, and I have limited knowledge of what you can do. I have a... way of knowing but it is out of my reach for the moment. It will have to wait until we are done here. Are you sure you have no need to fight? If you have any at all be sure that it will grow stronger. Maybe so strong that you cannot control it. I am not willing to take any chances here."
Markus hesitated for a moment as he figured he should probably get back to work but then he felt he owed Kavor some advice. He would need it for sure, seeing how lost he was. "Be careful when dealing with your mistress, Kavor, for all I know she is old and powerful, but as you said we do not know what she plans. We need to stay critical and think of ourselves in the first place. She could just as well be planning our demise."
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Post by Dudeicuf on Oct 9, 2011 16:14:12 GMT
Months. Months! MONTHS! How could it have been THAT long? Kavor thought. He stepped back until he reached the wall. He could feel his anger building. "If I've been dead months, does the Braye Family know? Do they think I'm gone. My mother... My... Father..." Kavor's anger reached breaking point, with a mighty thump from his fist, he smashed a hole out of the wall causing the room to shake. Kavor composed himself.
Kavor whispered, just loud enough for Markus to hear "Gazra will fall under my wrath." He pulled his fist out of the bricks and stepped back to Markus "We should stop the river up, maybe destroy some walls so mounted soldiers can get in easily. Does this city have a moat? If so, we should fill it in. We should raise the city to the ground." For the last sentence, there was deep anger in Kavor's voice.
Kavor once again got a grasp of reality. He knew that Markus would not accept this sort of behavior, that it was not how he operated. "I apologise for my actions, I shall keep control. I shall. My lady told me nothing, only to protect you as best I can and that you are my master and she is my Mistress. I trust her fully with my life. Or whats left of it. She is my beginning and my end. If she so chooses to end me, so be it for I am not one to oppose a Goddess."
The thought of Urgathoa calmed Kavor. He remembered her beauty, her elegance, her undeath. "As I mentioned before, I have some personal objectives I would like to achieve. Tomorrow I shall set off, you clearly are safe hear for now, provided tonight goes to plan." Kavor was thinking ahead. What would Urgathoa want from him. What did He want from himself. He could think of a few things. He would Fight, Destroy and Claim Lives for Her. He would cause Mayhem and Chaos for himself. When the time came, he would do his duty to Markus.
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