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Message 404:

Date:     Tue Nov 23 22:18:24 2004 CST
From:     Zalbag (#2864)
To:       *plots (#1506)
Subject:  Waiting

Zalbag sat in his hidden fortress surrounded by dark and cold. His Corinthian war helm sat on his
 lap and his dark eyes seemed to seep with cold as he sat deep in thought in the frozen room. His
 thoughts drifted towards his confrontation with Rayne, he smiled as he remembered the look in his
 Corinthian brother's eyes. The words that were spoken he had forgotten, but his intent was done.
 He watched with pride as he watched Rayne strike down his former brothers with hate and anger,
 "That's right," Zalbag thought, "give in to the hate and anger.". When Rayne had ingulfed the area
 with flame Zalbag had already slipped away into the shadows. Now as he sat he thought of the on
 coming storm, when a suddenly a knock errupted on the frozen steel door. Zalbag donned his helm
 and gave the command to enter, a man cloaked in a black robe entered and bowed, "We are ready to
 begin my King...". Zalbag smiled behind his helm, the best was yet to come.