From the Ashes, III
Posted: Sun Feb 29, 2004 12:56 amA plan that cannot fail? Spare me the theatrics! All you have is arrogance and stupidity. Why, I would destroy you now just to cleanse the world of your pitiful presence!
Obviously, Marius' confidence rattled the defeated spirit.
"And yet, you would hear me out, undoubteldy." Marius said. The wind stirred through the trees as if searching for an answer, desiring the knowledge.
Go on.
"There are but two things unique to Britannia that I have discovered which exist as truths." Marius began, eyes dispassionately locked on a vampire feeding upon a villager in the dark, by the water's edge. "And that is if they have a common enemy, they put aside their differences and unite, to drive back the foe."
I well understand this, Necromancer. Spare me the dilantte` and speak of your plan!
"The second," Marius continued, ignoring Gizash's frustration as he paused for effect, "is that while they do band together during these times of peril, their organisational skills are appaling otherwise. No cohesive group has remained for longer than their interests' - or attentions' - sake."
Marius turned to face Gizash now. Three long, measured steps put him before the tortured corpse and raging spirit. Around the two figures, the shadows coiled and danced, basking in the unholy presence of their respective masters. From beneath the fringe of his hood, Marius raised his steely grey eyes and stared into the hollow pits that had burned away with Gizashs' possession.
He knew the spirit could see him.
"Therefore," He concluded, "all one must do to achieve victory is to become, and remain, a subtle and persistent threat. Britannians are a bold, and direct people. Were I to lay my hand to the establishment of order, shaping it to my own future desires, I doubt very little would notice, and much less would care. Then, when the time is right, I can strike from many positions at once, and destroy Britannia before it has a chance to resist."
Gizash seemed silent. The wind died down. It was if the fell spirit was taking the time to pass judgement on the land itself. He crossed his malformed arms over a huge, swelling chest.
It would seem you are correct, Necromancer. So used to direct attacks are they, that subtlety would go amiss!
Marius simply nodded, turning his head to look over his shoulder. In the distance, the lights winked and shone from fair Britain, so far away. How long before they fell silent forever? How long until the castle forever rested in silence? One man knew.
"And I have not yet begun to tell you the details." Marius murmured.
Obviously, Marius' confidence rattled the defeated spirit.
"And yet, you would hear me out, undoubteldy." Marius said. The wind stirred through the trees as if searching for an answer, desiring the knowledge.
Go on.
"There are but two things unique to Britannia that I have discovered which exist as truths." Marius began, eyes dispassionately locked on a vampire feeding upon a villager in the dark, by the water's edge. "And that is if they have a common enemy, they put aside their differences and unite, to drive back the foe."
I well understand this, Necromancer. Spare me the dilantte` and speak of your plan!
"The second," Marius continued, ignoring Gizash's frustration as he paused for effect, "is that while they do band together during these times of peril, their organisational skills are appaling otherwise. No cohesive group has remained for longer than their interests' - or attentions' - sake."
Marius turned to face Gizash now. Three long, measured steps put him before the tortured corpse and raging spirit. Around the two figures, the shadows coiled and danced, basking in the unholy presence of their respective masters. From beneath the fringe of his hood, Marius raised his steely grey eyes and stared into the hollow pits that had burned away with Gizashs' possession.
He knew the spirit could see him.
"Therefore," He concluded, "all one must do to achieve victory is to become, and remain, a subtle and persistent threat. Britannians are a bold, and direct people. Were I to lay my hand to the establishment of order, shaping it to my own future desires, I doubt very little would notice, and much less would care. Then, when the time is right, I can strike from many positions at once, and destroy Britannia before it has a chance to resist."
Gizash seemed silent. The wind died down. It was if the fell spirit was taking the time to pass judgement on the land itself. He crossed his malformed arms over a huge, swelling chest.
It would seem you are correct, Necromancer. So used to direct attacks are they, that subtlety would go amiss!
Marius simply nodded, turning his head to look over his shoulder. In the distance, the lights winked and shone from fair Britain, so far away. How long before they fell silent forever? How long until the castle forever rested in silence? One man knew.
"And I have not yet begun to tell you the details." Marius murmured.
