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them.
To deny one such as him an audience was asking for a true death – or worse. Maldgorath was one of the few remaining Garrigin – a soul slaver. Few Garrigin remain because to be a species so feared, also meant to be one so targeted for eradication. Only the strongest of his kind have survived; Maldgorath was no exception to that rule.
So they waited , discussing idle business of the community among the members directly present and those via teleconference. They discuss the death of Grey Lightbringer. They discuss the attacks on the Protectorate’s member organizations.
The herald enter s the room and makes the announcement they all anticipate. “May I present Maldgorath, the traveler, the collector of souls, Garrigin and most feared.”
With that an elegantly dressed human enter s the room. But nobody here was going to mistake him for human.
“Greetings collected council of the Vampire Legion s!” he bellows with a smile upon his face and open arms. “I do appreciate you allowing me time to address you.”
His eyes circle the room. With that gaze was the confidence of a being who knows he could decimate all beings in the room around him.
That gaze was met by a room of eyes trying to pretend such confidence.
Breaking the silence, Maldgorath readdresses the room. “Good council, I am here to bear opportunity and good tidings for you and your brethren. Events are preparing to unfold which are unprecedented. Events that will rock the core of this pathetic human civilization. Events that will allow your kind to take their more proper role in the food chain.”
Corelius Lactuca, who s its at the right hand of Kur, Overseer of the council, had to speak up. “What events are these specifically? The humans outweigh us millions to one, what could be so fortuitous to even the odds? Will these events darken the sun and allow us to walk with impunity?”
A very non-plus sed Maldgorath takes Corelius into his gaze. “No, the sun will not darken” is his reply. “But are you not phage? Can you not spread? Are there not willing hosts?” Maldgorath pauses and regards the whole of the council, present and video-conferenced alike.
“All of you are weapons of infection and infestation meant merely to weaken those whom our realm wishes to invade, I am here merely to remind you of that and to let you know that the time of opportunity is ready to present itself.”
Corelius t akes offense to that. He stands and protests. “You call us a disease, you call us phage? We are much more than that. We are one with these hosts! We are sentient, thinking beings! Who are you to come here before us and denigrate us? We outnumber you here you arrogant excrement. How dare you!”
That just br ings a smile to Maldgorath’s face. With that he raises his hand toward Corelius and Maldgorath’s eyes roll back. Corelius jerks and his face contorts. Then he falls down upon the table and begins to decompose rapidly.
Maldgorath’s eyes roll back to normal and his smile fades to a face of seriousness. “Do any of you phages wish to question the nature of your being with me again? Or is there a true flesh and blood Phagorit present that is not just reanimated flesh such as yourselves? Where is your master?”
The room is silent.
“Good,” and the smile returns to the Collector’s face. “I cannot tell you what to do, but I can remind you of your purpose here. Events will unfold shortly which will provide you opportunity to move forward against the sea of man.”
His gaze follows around the room.
“You may wish to take advantage of that. That is all. Thank you for your time and attention.”
Maldgorath turns to leave, then stops.
“But of course, I would be remiss not to offer any of you true immortality as one of mine. All of you covet and feign immortality. An errant ray of sunlight, a paladin’s sword, the holy light of the divine - we all know at least one still wields it. That
To deny one such as him an audience was asking for a true death – or worse. Maldgorath was one of the few remaining Garrigin – a soul slaver. Few Garrigin remain because to be a species so feared, also meant to be one so targeted for eradication. Only the strongest of his kind have survived; Maldgorath was no exception to that rule.
So they waited , discussing idle business of the community among the members directly present and those via teleconference. They discuss the death of Grey Lightbringer. They discuss the attacks on the Protectorate’s member organizations.
The herald enter s the room and makes the announcement they all anticipate. “May I present Maldgorath, the traveler, the collector of souls, Garrigin and most feared.”
With that an elegantly dressed human enter s the room. But nobody here was going to mistake him for human.
“Greetings collected council of the Vampire Legion s!” he bellows with a smile upon his face and open arms. “I do appreciate you allowing me time to address you.”
His eyes circle the room. With that gaze was the confidence of a being who knows he could decimate all beings in the room around him.
That gaze was met by a room of eyes trying to pretend such confidence.
Breaking the silence, Maldgorath readdresses the room. “Good council, I am here to bear opportunity and good tidings for you and your brethren. Events are preparing to unfold which are unprecedented. Events that will rock the core of this pathetic human civilization. Events that will allow your kind to take their more proper role in the food chain.”
Corelius Lactuca, who s its at the right hand of Kur, Overseer of the council, had to speak up. “What events are these specifically? The humans outweigh us millions to one, what could be so fortuitous to even the odds? Will these events darken the sun and allow us to walk with impunity?”
A very non-plus sed Maldgorath takes Corelius into his gaze. “No, the sun will not darken” is his reply. “But are you not phage? Can you not spread? Are there not willing hosts?” Maldgorath pauses and regards the whole of the council, present and video-conferenced alike.
“All of you are weapons of infection and infestation meant merely to weaken those whom our realm wishes to invade, I am here merely to remind you of that and to let you know that the time of opportunity is ready to present itself.”
Corelius t akes offense to that. He stands and protests. “You call us a disease, you call us phage? We are much more than that. We are one with these hosts! We are sentient, thinking beings! Who are you to come here before us and denigrate us? We outnumber you here you arrogant excrement. How dare you!”
That just br ings a smile to Maldgorath’s face. With that he raises his hand toward Corelius and Maldgorath’s eyes roll back. Corelius jerks and his face contorts. Then he falls down upon the table and begins to decompose rapidly.
Maldgorath’s eyes roll back to normal and his smile fades to a face of seriousness. “Do any of you phages wish to question the nature of your being with me again? Or is there a true flesh and blood Phagorit present that is not just reanimated flesh such as yourselves? Where is your master?”
The room is silent.
“Good,” and the smile returns to the Collector’s face. “I cannot tell you what to do, but I can remind you of your purpose here. Events will unfold shortly which will provide you opportunity to move forward against the sea of man.”
His gaze follows around the room.
“You may wish to take advantage of that. That is all. Thank you for your time and attention.”
Maldgorath turns to leave, then stops.
“But of course, I would be remiss not to offer any of you true immortality as one of mine. All of you covet and feign immortality. An errant ray of sunlight, a paladin’s sword, the holy light of the divine - we all know at least one still wields it. That
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