4.05.2006
Power Word: Own
Well, that does it then. Brogg, you go all Equus on the nightmare and stab it through the eye. The horse convulses for a while, then dies. You quaff a potion and heal to full.
The Piccolo Grave stands before you.
In you go. The Grave is an ancient ossuary. You pull open the massive stone door revealing a small chapel, lit faintly by a couple braziers in the back. You seem to have interrupted a ritual; the black knight is doing something foul over the motionless body of M1K on the black stone altar. Imagines of undead and demons and stuff fill the chapel, cover the pillars, you get the idea.
The black knight looks up at you, his eyes burning with the black flame of hate. He puts down some weird wand and sighs in disgust.
"Look," he says. "I'm a death knight. A god-damned Death Knight. Do you know what that means? Do you kids even read the fucking Fiend Folio anymore?" He shakes his helmed head despairingly.
"I've got shit to do. I don't have time for your Mickey Mouse 3rd level adventure crap. Go fight a wraith or something. Don't make me 20d6 fireball your asses. Get the hell out of here before I Power Word: Own you."
He looks down to get back to his work, but then does a double take, removing his helmet. "Hey... you guys look familiar... do I know you from somewhere?" His hand reaches down towards the hilt of his evil sword.
The Piccolo Grave stands before you.
In you go. The Grave is an ancient ossuary. You pull open the massive stone door revealing a small chapel, lit faintly by a couple braziers in the back. You seem to have interrupted a ritual; the black knight is doing something foul over the motionless body of M1K on the black stone altar. Imagines of undead and demons and stuff fill the chapel, cover the pillars, you get the idea.
The black knight looks up at you, his eyes burning with the black flame of hate. He puts down some weird wand and sighs in disgust.
"Look," he says. "I'm a death knight. A god-damned Death Knight. Do you know what that means? Do you kids even read the fucking Fiend Folio anymore?" He shakes his helmed head despairingly.
"I've got shit to do. I don't have time for your Mickey Mouse 3rd level adventure crap. Go fight a wraith or something. Don't make me 20d6 fireball your asses. Get the hell out of here before I Power Word: Own you."
He looks down to get back to his work, but then does a double take, removing his helmet. "Hey... you guys look familiar... do I know you from somewhere?" His hand reaches down towards the hilt of his evil sword.
