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The Theran Mystique - Volume 2, Issue 3
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ASK THE DROW.
Well it seems that Damir's problem solved itself... But for every problem
solved there is myriad of problems that await fine subtle words of
wisdom to untie the knots and set things right.
The quest of the drow continues as the desperate seek the words of the sage.
We have a trifle more serious matter this time round. We have a question
by a fire giant Immortal that wishes to stay anonymous. 'How do I get
legion of Darkness to listen to me?' he pleads in his crude simpleton's
writing.
Well there is more to this problem then meets the eye. For one thing
Groq (Oh wanted to stay unnamed, well tough!), you are of lesser race.
Giants, puny peons of more intelligent creatures. It is in your blood to
obey, although rumors say you didn't do that too well when you were in
the army either. But that is no obstacle that can't be prevailed with
right help.
Look at Clesa, first thing you need to learn is to infuse your underlings
with fear. It might be starting to dawn on you that fairy pinky glittery
coat IS NOT the way to go when aiming for that mysterious, dangerous,
world domination look. Smite is there for a reason (not just for whapping
insolent Heralds, and this goes for all of you up there!). But we are
getting ahead of ourselves, dark army you scribe? We'll it is popular
opinion that an army consists of more then one or two soldiers. So if you
really wish someone to listen to you, why not try inducting someone into
your halls? That could help. And oh, I will not go into your kissing
affair with Kailya, sitting like mooncalf giggling in the middle of the
infirmary really does up your image in the eyes of Thera's most cruel.
Since I am well aware of your inferiorness I shall summarize for you:
->Stop dressing like a queen.
->Get some underlings.
->Punishment, punishment and some more punishment (no one ever said you need
a reason).
->Frown and change moods violently.
->At least hide your teddybear after you wake up, leaving it on the bed...
->Get a goat.
->Breed an army of storm birds! (I cannot stress this point enough to any
wannabe tyrant.)
Actually, just get someone else to do it...
Istina
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