Plans 2
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Title: Plans
Author: Lord Rune Artisem
"Vor Xen Mor!"
"Ire Tor Jei!"
"Ter Bes Ker!"
And with those words of power I released the captive souls that I had contained within my beloved necklace. In agony they came screaming out in the form of a dark purple light. And within a mere instance they had been placed away like so many before them. They would rest here until it was time. For the Well of Souls was always quite pleased to be given new gifts. And soon it would have more gifts then what it would know to do with...
I then let loose a bit of laughter and left the Well. Things were well going as they should be. The Regency had taken the bait like a fat child takes a piece of bread.
The recently issued arrest warrants would serve as the final political provocation between the Regency and Skara Brae. And the war that follows will serve as the key to the end of Trammel's short history. For I know that the pride that the Play King and his Regent share will not allow them to simply ignore this. They would soon start amassing their army and send it to Skara Brae. The army of the Play King would meet with a fierce resistance in the form of Skara Brae, the Society, and the Shadow Conclave. And the souls that would become mine.... Oh so many souls! I would finally have all that I dreamed of with this upcoming war! Absolute power would finally be mine!
But there was still much to be done before I would have my war... The Shadow Conclave was due to meet within days and I must present the case of Skara Brae to be of a most urgent matter. It should be fairly easy to convince the other members of the Conclave to act upon this. Then it would be all in place and only a matter of waiting on the army of the Regent. Of course their military invasion would prove to be as useful as fishing with no worms...
They could easily place hundreds of their paladins and healers within Skara Brae but it would change nothing. The citizens of Skara Brae were bonded to both my phylactery and the soul of Lady Darkthorne in the form of the darkest magic imaginable. They would come, die, and be safely absorbed into my beautiful jaded necklace. Such a lovely thing this was... I had the most wonderful chance of purchasing it from one of the realm's most wealthiest ladies who had stumbled across it at some market in Trinsic ages ago. But what was known to me and none of the previous owners was what it actually was. The largest gem on this diabolical necklace was a soul stone from ancient times for its power would contain souls within itself until the correct words of power were muttered and then they would be released. But of course the Well of Souls would never give up any free wandering souls...
I muttered the correct words of power and recalled back to my private lab. It was time to summon Lady Darkthorne so that we could go over business for the next few days. I sat down at my writing desk and began to write a letter to the Lady of the Society...
"Dearest Lynne...
We must speak.
-A"
"Ah, Lynne... It had been a week since I had told you my feelings and given you the kiss..." I slowly muttered to myself.
I hoped that she would soon contact me back... As silly as the thought was to entertain, I missed Lady Darkthorne dearly... Never... had I had feelings for anyone like I had for her... But fate is a strange beast that all must contend with. I would no longer wrestle with these strange feelings for I knew that I must accept them.
I then took the letter, sealed it, and gave it to one of my dear ravens so that it might be delivered quickly. I should hope to hear something back from Lady Darkthorne within a day or so... And then we would discuss with what to do with the one piece of the puzzle that needs to be dealt with...
Aleph Aeirs and his Heralds of the Awakening... I curse my own name for not sealing his spirit within the Well of Souls instead of the Lich Lord's blasted throne so very long ago... For if he had been dealt with like the rat he was then I would not be holding my concerns over the Heralds... And one would think that the transformation of Umbra Moonstone from the Sage of Spirituality into my Sage of Hythloth would be more then enough to discourage that petty band of Oracles and Sages from further meddling within my affairs... But no matter!
Already I have sent a shadow from Caina to deal with Aeirs... And if the head of the serpent is cut off then the beast as a whole will die... But until I can see his lifeless corpse impaled on a spear within Skara Brae then I will not be satisfied... But I have foreseen that I will soon be satisfied and that thought is so very pleasing...
My time would soon be here at long last... Death would fill the facet of Trammel in the form of a mighty war and I would be there to harvest the souls of all slain within it...
And then all of Sosaria would bow in fear before my might...