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Message 389:

Date:     Mon Aug  2 17:49:55 2004 CDT
From:     Zalbag (#2864)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  Preperation

Zalbag sat on the bone throne in the fortress in the mountains deep in thought. He cast dark eyes
 over a large painting of a map of Bernia. He pictured his army spreading through the land like a
 plague, bringing death and destruction to any that stood in their wake. He could see himself
 lighting the first fires on Idumea.

He smiled as many other thoughts floated into his mind, such as the day he claimed this fortress
 deep in the mountains as his own. Dragging a few soldiers from Fort Centrum on his horse he rode
 to the mountain top, spilling the blood of the rebels and painting a large hourglass on either one
 of the doors. The corpses however he impailed onto large lances that bore flags of crimson
 hourglasses. He smirked as he looked at the many bones of the skeleton soldiers that he had slain
 since declaring himself lord of the keep. He thought of his Goddess, how proud she would be to see
 Her champion single handedly claim a fortress. 

As he sat alone in the throne room, a clamour of bones could be heard on the other side of the
 doorway. Without thinking Zalbag rose and placed his heavy Corinthian War Helm onto his head, the
 polished goblin-like face gleamed wickedly in the dim light of the room. As the door creaked open,
 he drew his steel bastard sword 'Victimizer'. A skeleton soldier walked in as if in a trance and
 came straight for him, Zalbag smiled at the prospect of another battle. Quickly blocking the
 attacks the skeleton threw at him he defeated the first one quickly, but more followed as they
 always did. Three more moved in and not missing a beat he dismantled the first two. The third
 however swung in an arcing blow, Zalbag blocked quickly but his beloved sword shattered in two.
 Zalbag dropped his weapon quickly taking up the curved sword of a fallen skeleton and dealt with
 his foe quickly. After the fight was over he picked up both pieces of his blade a frown forming
 behind his helm, as he stood he looked at the ring glowing softly on his right hand and he smiled.