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A 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.

MORE MORE MORE!

Marius might not be on for around a week. Knowing him though, he's probably working on part IV, if he hasn't finished it already.

Wounderful part three, just as shinny and fluffy as the rest.

woooo, and what are the details? C'mon, tell us tell us!

My Dear Marius,

How can I put this nice and ummm sweet....
Get off your Butt and Finsh this. I'm on the edge of my seat waiting with baited breath.

Sorry I tried to be nice and sweet,wasn't any way around it I had to be blunt.

*walks off muttering under breath*
~Bronwyn~

Ps Thanks the story is great by the way.

One more week or so until I get back on my feet. I've got my computer up and running, and now all I need is for the Optus (telephone company) internet guy to come around and hook up the cable. Then I'll be back with the story, and much, much more. Promise.

Think of it as incentive for waiting for "From the Ashes, IV". (That, and I like the suspense of keeping you all waiting!)

- Marius the Absent
Still Evil, Despite Technical Problems

- Marius the Absent
Still Evil, Despite Technical Problems

The forces of evil foiled by a technical glitch

*your computer has gained a large amount of virtue*

Seon MacRae wrote:

- Marius the Absent
Still Evil, Despite Technical Problems

The forces of evil foiled by a technical glitch

*your computer has gained a large amount of virtue*

Good one Seon!

*Marius' Computers' Death Cry is heard throughout the land!*

Still a ways away. Bits of connection here and there, to pester you all, though.

-M