*The grand hall, a dark and deadly place for those that do not belong here. Blood stains the floor a dark red, but with the muted lighting it looks black as the deeps of space, torchlight flickers in reflections off its surface like stars across the celestial skies. At the far end is the throne of the Archon of this particularly hellish location hidden deep within the webway, in a dark city known as Commorragh. Slowly the great doors to the throne room open and an aid scurries in cowering low to the ground.
"m..m..m..my L..Lord, you have a visitor."
All eyes in the grand room turn towards the entrance, as the wailing and screaming of whipped slaves reaches their ears, bringing a smile to many a dark lip. A glimmer of interest shines within the dark lords eyes, as a solitary young figure boldly strides into the room.
"Greetings Dark Ones, today you have a new friend and enemy. I, SebastionSynn, have arrived to announce myself. Do not think yourselves so bold as to try to eliminate me in the here and now, in an effort to rid yourselves of a possible threat to your stations. I assure you, I did not just blithely walk into this room unprepared for base treachery."
At this the young lord sweeps his robe open revealing row after row of small glass poison globes.
"As you can see I have made a most profitable trade with a certain race of scurrying vermin, if I fall to the ground too harshly, these globes will shatter and all in this room will be dead within a matter of moments, But Lo, I did not come here to issue dire warnings and threats. I have come here today to announce myself as a new Archon of currently lowly station, and to bring gifts in an effort to win the acknowledgement of those higher than myself. I bring you each 100 of the finest Human slaves, that one can find. May my stay here in the Dark City be a long and fruitful one."
Subject: Bloody Tidings 
Thu Apr 04 2013, 10:56
