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The Adventure Continues!
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Thrax stood up, his facial expression, posture and tone one of belligerence, “Mitra, Set, Gaia, the whole frikkin’ High Council of the gods development crap, that’s what.”
“Thrax ...” Steelghar said, still grinning.
The god of war looked over at Steelghar and said in a sarcastic tone, “What? You gotta go pee? Let’s git this rollin’ ‘fore some tree hugging, flower pushing, paladin-butt-kissing, sit around and drink tea and crumpets ––”
“Eat crumpets.” Steelghar injected, still grinning.
“Frikkin’ whatever - crumpet eating god show up. And quit goin’ around with your mouth in a twist or I’ll rearrange it for ya.” Thrax flexed his impressive muscles and tapped on his great war axe, leaning against the couch beside him.
“Right here, baby,” Steelghar said, making a gesture that would make a paladin’s skin crawl (yes, still grinning).
“Frikkin’ boot-licker of Ranos - get a room. Anyway,” he paused trying to recall where he was going with the conversation. “Oh yeah,” turning to face Corax, he finished his thought. “Rumor has it the High Celestials are planning to restart the High Council of the Gods, so obviously we want in, right? ‘Nuff of that crap about having to be a high celestial. I figure ––”
“We.” Steelghar corrected.
“What the frikkin’ ever. We figure if we band together - maybe even a couple more of us and start some kind of Alliance of Evil or some crap, we’ll get more attention and get in the mix. What do you say, Corax? We don’t have to frikkin’ like each other, but if we team up, they’ll have to recognize us!”
“Exactly!” Steelghar, nodding, grinned wider than ever.
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"What do I think? I think you are a moron Thrax," Corax said in a matter-of-fact tone, never taking his piercing red eyes off the minor deity. "But, you do make some sense. Of course, I will have to verify your claims, that indeed, a new high council is forming. Assuming all is as you have said, exactly what do you want to do about it. And what I mean by that is, what exactly..literally, do you two have in mind?"
Thrax looked a bit flustered for a moment and said, "Well, of course I ––"
"We," Steelghar interjected.
"We," Thrax continued, "are just ... getting the ball frikkin' rollin' here. It's brilliant, I mean it's been done - those dung-head Dark Alliance jerks, the Legion of Evil - they've disbanded - couldn't take it, the wussies, but we can do better, I figure, right? What do they know? They are the ones who're frikkin' morons, Corax. So, what do you think we should do?"
"Yeah, don't you have any ideas. We're the ones who ..." Steelghar motions with his arms as if trying to shake a large mellon in his hands, "who put this together. This meeting ... thing. It was our idea. Band together and ––"
"Do somethin' frikkin' hard to ignore! Get 'em to recognize us." This time Thrax smiled. He reached over and grabbed a huge goblet of ale and downed it. Streams of ale ran down his face and chest, but he didn't seem to notice or care.
"Not punish us, mind you," Steelghar said, adding, "but recognize that we need to be included in their meetings. If nothing else ... spit, I don't know, approach them together as a group - like those lame Legion of Gooders that once ran around like a bunch of idiots. They're gone now too. It's time to make our move."
"We can be better than they ever were. We just need to do this smart. So, can your smart @@s attitude, Corax, and let's brainstorm a way to get us into the High Council of the gods," Thrax said. "You want in?"
Steelghar's eyes were on Corax, waiting impatiently for an answer, then finally said. "What do you think our group should do first?"
"We need a frikkin' name, man." Thrax said, swinging his goblet toward Steelghar as if to raise his fist. Some ale sloshed out. "We need a frikkin' good name. Ideas?"
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"Names are beside the point. Godhood of Darkness, The Legion of the Lost Souls, whatever, it makes little difference right now. I think to make this...alliance work, we should try to get Thaeg, Curst, Ariam, and Synara on board. I'll leave that up to you two, since it was 'your' idea. I think that there should be a council and a spokesman for this group, since there are a lot of egos involved, and order must be maintained.
Once we have additional members, I suggest we start by instructing our followers to slay any worshipers of SET on sight. This will anger Set, yet worry him, and it will worry but at the same time make the 'good' gods pleased. We should make a pact of course, to aid any member of our group that comes under attack from anyone." Corax says. "Then we will demand audiance and a council position. If denied, we will proceed with 'furthur' methods."
"Thaeg?" Thrax said, wrinkling his nose. "The guy's frikkin' depressing." He shakes his head, glancing over to get Steelghar's agreement.
The god of shadows simply shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe, but Thrax is right, he'd drive us all to suicide or something, and he'd definitely want to be calling the shots."
"No way. Out of the question. This was our plan," Thrax said, launching off into a litany of curses.
Steelghar sighed and looked at Corax, "Now Ariam - that guy's got skills. We could use him."
"Yeah! Ariam's got steelies. He posed as an angel of light and took over one of Mitra's churches a couple decades back - that was frikkin' prime!"
Steelghar laughed. "That was prime! Good pick, Corax," he said and smiled at the god of assassins. "And Synara ..." he grinned like Lucifer's daughter at Thrax as he summoned a goblet of ale and downed it before finishing, "I've been wanting to get a taste of ––"
Corax burst out, "Frikkin' private conversation we're havin' here Doom!"
Everyone turned and saw Doom standing there. They had all sensed his arrival, but Thrax was staring right at the spot he appeared in, and his mouth worked faster than the other god's divine senses.
Doom's eyes were burning coals piercing through Thrax's head. He reached his hands out, the air distorted and suddenly they were clenching the neck of one of his servants, a dragonspawn warrior. Doom squeezed and the dragonspawn went limp and fell to the ground, blackened burns ringing his neck. "Were you talking to me, skuzzbag?" After a moment, he grinned wide, glancing over at the others. "Corax, Steelghar."
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"Very well. I will concede Thaeg. Doom, since you are here I assume you want in. Very well. I suggest the following. If the gods do not immediately grant us a position on the council, we should slay all pets and beasts of burden of the higher level priests of the good aligned gods, as a warning. If that doesn't work, we will slay their children. If they have no children, then we slay their mate. Even the most pious holy adept sins in love. If not by physical actions then by thought."
Corax turns to face Doom fully."It is agreeable to have you on board Doom. None of us need be bed mates to make this alliance work. Together, however, we can make sure the 'good' aligned gods do not screw us in the council. There is only one way to make it work. There can be no leader. If we have a leader, it could be construed by the 'good' aligned gods as that god only is of any concern, and this unholy alliance will be for naught. We will have a council of our own that will then send a representative to the council. Any 'evil' god that doesn't comply with what we have decided on will be at the mercy of the others of this alliance. Even you Doom, would stand little chance with the combined force of all of us.
Again, this doesn't mean any of us have to be quick friends. This is an alliance of necessity. We won't be making rules to control each other, per say, but rather to make sure the other gods don't ignore us or otherwise. We will also come to the aid of any of our members who have been attacked. Is this acceptable?"
Doom listened quietly as Corax speaks, a sign of interest on his face.
Thrax looked appalled, listening very impatiently, his eyes darting back and forth between Corax and Steelghar. “Corax, nobody said spit about Doom joinin’ our frikkin’ ––” He fell silent as Doom’s eyes fell upon him, just shook his head and motioned for Steelghar to talk some sense into the god of Assassins.
“That’s a very interesting proposal. Corax is it?” Doom said with a slight smile. “I can see you three have spent much time planning this little scheme, but it behooves me to point out a couple potential issues. One, while uniting with your little band might be an amusing distraction, I’ve already taken steps to ensure my spot on the High Council of the gods, so I don’t need any of you. I also have the most powerful organization of monsters at my disposal,” he said, glancing down at the body of the dragonspawn, adding, “I speak of the Monster Union, of course, and just for the record, you losers couldn’t take me in a fight on your best day. Still, you just might have stumbled onto the right track. I think it would be profitable for all of us, regardless of affiliations, when the time comes, to speak as one. I would be the natural leader during that pivitol moment, of course.” Without waiting for an answer, Doom planetravelled out of the Nexus.
[OOC: Any of the gods present may attempt to stop or harm Doom if they so desire, bearing in mind he currently stands out of melee attack range (2 squares)]
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"Case in point gentlemen. No one will take us seriously unless we can prove we are not only serious, but deadly. Go recruit the others. I am going to attempt to speak with Mitra."
"Alright, let's do this," Steelghar said, smacking his hands together, eager to move forward. He raised his eyebrows at Thrax, grinning nearly to his ears.
"Frikkin' yeah!" Thrax said, pleased that Doom was no longer among them, and itching to do something, anything, even if it was wrong.
"Do you have to say frikkin' every other word?" Steelghar, said, more as a question than a complaint.
"Frik no," Thrax said with a scowl, as if it was the stupidest question he'd ever heard. "Let's go, Steelghar. I'd rather talk with Thaeg or frikkin' Malidor than Mitra!"
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