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Morgan
awoke with great pride that morning. Her master had already left, but she
new that he would return. He seamed very satisfied after a night of
pleasure. It must have been very satisfying considering that he had just
came back from death's grasp.
Morgan found that it was hard to stop thinking about her master. She was
aware of the great power that he possessed but for some reason she felt
like last night was planned out some how. Maybe Shai'tan was stirring
emotions in her that had long been locked away.
"Enough of this already! He will return with in a mater of days after
he gets he revenge on those foolish Harbringers of something..."
"I must see that all is in order for when he returns."
Morgan proceeded to get up from the bed. Even she had to admit that these
silk sheets were fabulous. Those elves are good for something after all.
Morgan crossed the room and dressed herself in the newly made robes. The
robes highlighted her features; just liked she wanted them to. After all,
Shai'tan had blessed her with beauty; why not use it to repay him she
thought.
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As Morgan reached the main chamber of the church, she knew that something
was a-miss. Standing in the door way was a currier from Waterford.
"What are you doing here?"
"Forgive me, but I bring a message from the new priest in
Waterford."
"What new Priest!?" Morgan quickly grabbed the document and read
it.
Greetings, I am now the head Priest of Waterford. I am called Samuel.
Shai'tan has chosen me to lead this place. After I cleansed the temple
with the blood of my predecessor, I found your note. I used the black mist
to enslave the whole town. When you advance we will greet you in.
"How dare he! That mist was not to be used until the armies arrived!
Tell your master that he will be on his own until we arrive. If he wants
to know when that will be he can over it. Tell him that since he has shown
his hand so early, he will have to defend against the forces of light
until we arrive. For they will respond!"
With that Morgan turned around and started for the main door that leads to
outside. She only hopped that the priest in the other towns would not act
so rash.
Then she remembered. Before she would address the armies she needed to
speak to the other priest and see what they have learned. Morgan went to a
special chamber that only existed in this church. And only a select few
were allowed in. The chamber was full of what would appear to be mirrors,
but was actually pure obsidian.
"Oh great and powerful master, I cal upon you to grant me the sight I
need. Awaken the power in this chamber so that I may act upon your
commands the best that I can!"
With that small prayer, all the portals light up. In each portal Morgan
could see the near by towns of Xerio, Athyl, Derine, and Fort Clavor. In
each of the towns there were head priest. And she could see that each was
begging a ceremony of blessing. Which called for the drinking of boar's
blood. Things were going as planned.
Suddenly a ghosted image appeared in front of Morgan. It was Apocalyptic
Malevolence. Morgan immediately knelt down before the son of Shai'tan.
"Are things going in proper order?"
"Yes my lord, all the towns around Gualma are unaware of the impeding
attack. The armies of Shai'tan are ready to advance and the black mist is
ready to go forth and dominate those who would impede our advance."
"My business will be concluded very shortly. I will be returning to
instruct the armies soon. Then the advance will begin."
"Yes my lord."
"And Morgan, go to the chamber of gray mist and pray..." With
that the visage disappeared. But Morgan knew what he wanted her to do.
Already Morgan felt deep, dark passions stir with in her. Was this wrong,
should she start to have feelings for the great Avatar? After all, what
would he do if she ever feels out of favor with Him? Shai'tan did bestow
her with life beyond life, but there are many things worse than death. And
deep down inside Morgan knew that her lord knew them all.
Morgan proceeded to the chamber of gray mist and began to pray. She knelt
on the ground and closed her eyes. She felt a sensation of floating but
she continued. Suddenly a hand touched her on the shoulder. Morgan quickly
jumped up ready to kill the fool that would disturb her praying.
It was him, but how did she get here?
"I see the puzzled look on your face Morgan. Do not try thinking of
how it happened, just knowing that I am the son of a living god."
With that Apocalyptic Malevolence stepped up to Morgan held her in his
grasp.
"First things first, we will begin the war tomorrow..."
Morgan gave herself to him. The world seemed to stop, and all went dark.
Her lord's touch was strong and powerful. Morgan decided that today she
would be a true woman and let her emotions rule. After all the war won't
start until tomorrow...
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