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Obviously I am posting OOC.

  OK, this is the last and final warning. I have deleted all OOC comments. I do not want to have to do it again. I will simply lock the topic or delete it. This is not a place for debating, taking cheap shots, or anything else other than posting IC about the war and the situation it has brought about.

Thank you for your consideration.

::deep within his keep he is busy working, steadily gaining ground on the problem that has troubled him for many moons::

  I will get this completed before they find him.   ::soft laugh::      Of course I will......

::he stops working as he hears the voice of one he knows, begging the gods to free him::

::he sets everything down as he gathers his will::  As you wish foolish mortal, as you wish......

( OK, this is an RP thread, keep it IC only. Having said that I will address one issue here. Everyone has an opinion and each is based on their own perspective. That doesn't mean it is any more right or wrong than anyone else's, it just means it is different. One person may truly believe one way and try to make it known but that doesn't stop another person from perceiving it totally different. That is life. That is how things go. I don't want to see a good RP thread about the war degrade into an OOC war. Any further OOC comments will be deleted. I have enjoyed reading the IC comments from all sides, please keep up the good work.)

::having been very busy with seeking what was lost and now what he has sensed he realizes he has not kept his mind tuned to his chosen mortal leader for some time. instantly his mind reaches out, touching the mind of Shadow,and just as he is about to send him a message to come to the keep he realizes something. Something unexpected, at least at this point in time::

Hmmm, he has changed some.

::slowly his dry cracked lips crease into a sly grin::   

It matters not, I will just have to move my plans ahead of schedule.

::once more he reaches out with his mind:::

Shadow! Come to my keep and find me. Make haste!

::his evil laughter rings out from the keep and as he walks onto the teleporter the last words heard by the creatures beyond the walls are the ones he is so fond off::

In the end, they will all still serve me.....

::as his body vanishes to the lower level his laughter dies out:::

::he had spent many days and nights working endlessly to complete his newest guardian. One he knew would not fail him. It was while placing the finishing touches on this hideous beast that he began to sense something he had not felt in a very long time. Pausing from his work he slowly starts to circle around his summoning chamber, trying to recall what the feeling is::

::after a short time his pacing slows and then stops as the realization of what he is sensing hits him fully::

No!  It can't be......     How could he be alive after all these years....

::he quickly moves to his desk and starts to work out how to stop this new threat::

Not again....       Not ever again.....

::he has spent many days and nights working steadily to locate that which was taken and he has grown very close to success. As he sits at his desk his mind, as usual, is also partially moving about, catching bits and pieces of conversations all around. Upon hearing the words passing between his high priest and his newest servant he pauses.::

::as he listens he considers the recent events. He is quite pleased to have gained the female warrior even if it was an act done to save others and not due to a real desire to serve him. It mattered not, all that mattered was that she was now serving him. Hearing Najaal's words about death and how it should be avoided he laughs for he knows Najaal is aware of what may lay in store for any who fail, or fall.::

::he glances over to his newest construction:: Soon I will send you after it.    ::the emotionless creation just stares back at him::

::his attention returns once more to Najaal and Damira and as they conclude their discussion the last thing either of them hears is the distinctively evil laugh of Abraxius::

::he felt his body fall, he watched and sensed as his guardian materialized even though he was not supposed to be anywhere near there at that time. He laughed as they rejoiced. The fools. Didn't they know he could not be vanquished so easily? Did they not realize he was just as strong in or out of his body? Obviously they had not discovered the secret he has worked so hard to keep hidden. Slowly the decaying flesh left over from the fight is drawn together. An arm from one body, a leg from another, and so on until a new fully formed corpse lays upon the cold tiles. He slowly sinks his presence into the corpse and allows his essence to empower it::

::once again he has a form, once again he has the means to accomplish his goals. He rises and stretches out his right hand. The staff, laying against the wall where it fell, flies into his hand as he moves over to his desk. Pleased to see nothing is disturbed he continues where he left off. His voice a mere whisper as he works::

......The fools......

::after he appears in his work room his mind focuses completely on the task at hand. He had given no thought at all to the woman the instant he had the scroll she was carrying he knew she would not falter nor care. Walking to his desk he lays the scroll down and picks up the crystallized heart, taken from the very woman who brought him the scroll, and places it on the top of the scroll to weight it down. His dead gaze takes in every word before slowly looking over the partial piece of a map hastily scribbled on the lower portion of the scroll:: 

"It is nearly within my grasp once again..........but which one....."

::His focus on this matter is such that he gives no reaction at all to the news that Trinsic was retaken, but then why would he care. It was of minor importance to him and the real reason he wanted the city has already arrived at his keep. A simple thought sent out to a few of his lesser minions and the defenses of Zhento City are already being upgraded. His influence over the local populace becoming apparent as some of the more important figures have joined him in the world of the undead. A grin crosses his lips as he envisions them, dead yet still doing his bidding.::

After all, isn't that the fate of all in this land?......::a dry laugh is softly heard before he returns his complete attentions to what he is studying for he knows that even though his envoy slipped past those who would wish to stop him, there are other ways to find out what he is up to but of course in his centuries long undead life, his arrogance blinds him to the fact that they may actually discover one of those ways::

::time has passed and there have been small gains towards his plans of retaking the land as his own. More have joined his forces and there have even been some converts from those being led by the followers of light. His laughter is frequently heard from his keep. It is however, often short lived as his mind is constantly returning to his one major dilemma::

::trees burn and die, the grass whithers and blows away as his anger reaches out beyond the walls of stone::   

AAaaahhhhhh!   I can find no trace of magical entry, no evidence of a powerful being breaking through my barriers. How can this be?!  There is none as powerful as I am in the dark arts........

::his anger boiling over he sends his mind out searching again. Slowly, his anger fades as he picks up a familiar presence far off in the distance. He knows that his envoy would only return if they had actually found something for him. His anger is replaced with anticipation and he feels the urgency building::

She must get here quickly and safely.....     A large force would attract attention.....  I know who will do it.....

::his eyes close as he focuses his thoughts and attention on one being, one of his most faithful servants and his newly named High Priest. As Najaal sleeps and enjoys this time he was granted for his good works so far his mind is suddenly flooded with images...A hooded rider... a stormy night.....a Strong sense of urgency....the city gates looming....the forces of the dark lord making way....the rider enters the city......Trinsic, his mind recognizes Trinsic.........suddenly his mind registers his master's harsh voice.....as he sleeps, his body feels the full force of his master's will once again......"Go and meet her, bring her safely back to me. Do not fail me in this!"........the pressure and pain suddenly and abruptly vanishes leaving Najaal panting and covered in sweat with one word softly echoing from his lips as he sits bolt upright, awakened by the thought of who he must go and find:::

::barely even whispered the word escapes his lips unbidden:: .....Azzoloth.....

::dead eyes stare down upon his faithful servant::   We have much to discuss.... ::seeing others arive a slight grin crosses his lips:: First we will sit and discuss my plans.   

::his gaze moves over those who have arrived::: Sit and let us begin........


::after the completion of the meeting he motions to Shadowstone and Najaal::    You will both remain, I must speak with you alone......


::after imparting his tail he motions towards Shadowstone:::    Lead my army well and bring me victory!

::his expression changes ever so slightly as he looks upon Najaal::    Your mission will keep you from the battle field, but it is of the utmost importance you complete you mission, and as quickly as possible.

::as the two make thier way off to complete their tasks he turns and in a puff of smoke vanishes as well::

I like it!  I love it! I want some more of it!     

::As he moves about his tower the events of the night bring a smile to his dry, cracked lips. He even lets out his evil laugh as he remembers parts of the nights events. He makes his way down deep into his tower, intending to record his thoughts onto parchment. His laugh echoes up the stairwell as he sits to write. Then abruptly the laughter stops..........::

Where is it?!   

::quickly he glances around but can see no evidence of anyone other than himself being there::

How did they get in here?! How did they get past my guardian!

::as he glares over to see the bone giant that guarded his most prized possession has not even moved, every animal within three miles of his tower suddenly drops dead, the very life blood simply vanishing from their rapidly decaying bodies::

::his mind races with whom he can send to retrieve the item::

Shadow....no. I need him to continue to lead my army........

::his anger clouds his vision as he decides who to send, enough so that he has not seen the small crack in the south wall, opened up by a root or some other unknown and as of yet unseen presence. The crack in the wall having caused a rent in his magics which defends this most sacred of places to him::

::slowly his mind settles as he comes to a conclusion that sets his mind at ease:::

Ah, I know which of my faithful to send.....

::his mind reaches out to the one he has watched over the most, the one who he knew would be of more use off the battlefield than on it::

I have a task for you, one of immense importance. Come to me my servant.

::the creatures that live near the dark tower have enjoyed this unexpected lapse in activity, to the point of even venturing closer to forage for food. It has been some time since they sensed any activity at all. Suddenly without warning, a brow bear lets out a low growl before falling over dead, the life blood simply vanishing from his body before he hits the ground. The other animals let out various sounds of alarm. Of course it was not needed, all the animals have already begun to flee. The great evil was stirring again, and there was nothing alive in area that failed to sense the revival of the evil within the tower::