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Post by Naruum Sett on Dec 12, 2005 0:58:39 GMT -5
"You, good sir, have yourself a deal." Naruum replied not having to think his proposal over for longer than a millisecond. Riches, mass murder, chaos, all things right up his alley. He figured he could most likely murder the undoubtably old coger of a King that ruled over the people of the Kingdom himself, then just watch as the Kingdom decended into chaos from the inside out. Though, on the other hand, some other people around to help make the job easier would be good to.
He extended his gloved hand of ebony leather out to Viktor, saying to him with the token evil smile " Naruum Sett, by the way. What say we shake on it?"
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior 
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 12, 2005 18:19:43 GMT -5
Viktor clasped the mage's hand in honor. This illusionist had interesting talents, the very talents that would help him collapse this city from the inside out. He was still as yet very suspicious and would merit close surveillance, but for now this mage was on the winning side.
Good for him.
"Viktor Delacro. You'll find yourself right at home."
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Post by Naruum Sett on Dec 12, 2005 18:27:43 GMT -5
"As do I, Viktor old boy, as do I." Naruum replied tucking both his hands behind his head and stretching his back out with a smile and a hearty chuckle. Oddly, there was still a hand shaking Viktor's, one of his minor illusions at work again. He liked this guy, he was fun to play around with, and was sure he'd be just as powerful as he was amusing. Perhaps even moreso.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
Posts: 267
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Dec 13, 2005 14:48:07 GMT -5
After the handshake Viktor palced his hand against the gate, and with a simple the word seals were removed and the gate openned with a deafening screech. The inside was dark, and devoid of life.
"You may find my Citadel dark at first, but it will grow on you."
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