Suddenly, another figure appears over the ridge. It is Draj, the Dark One master.
Draj: FOOL! BLOOD KRYE INCOMPETENT!(OOC:now he starts doing a possession style chant, but these are the words)lunos runo mannas lions tantas lios tantalios Kil'Jaeden!
The giant daemon looms over them, and the Scrabs let out something never heard by any there, save Draj. A scream of total fear.
Kil'Jaedon: huhahahahaha! die, scum!
A giant, burining sword appears in his hands, and the weapon is like a thunderbolt, cutting apart all things in it's path, including many trees.
Draj: you forfeit your right to conduct this meeting, Blood Krye. You are too arrogant. These creatures are my honored guests, despite what i told Dazzt to tell them. Go back to your master, and send my extreme wishes of punishment for you to him also.
Corrack: who're you?
Cyrus: you must be the leader of the guys we just talked too.
Dazzt: he is Draj, leader of the Dark Ones and master of the armies. Also, he has the sense of humor of a Scrab.
Kelh(OOC: SHE is a FEMALE!): we welcome you to the camp of the army. You will be the honored guests at a celebration tonight in honor of the destruction of this village.
Draj: now, you must make me a solemn promise. Otherwise, i just may let Kil'Jaedon loose. Tell noone that there are others like you. NO ONE! In two days time i will send you off into the forest with Kelh and Dazzt. Bring back all of your kind. But tell no one at the banquet that there are more of you, or your lives and mine are over. And to answer your question, your guns will be almost as usefull as a stick in there. The Blood Kryes in there just have to say "DIE" and you will drop dead. You must NOT tell anyone. Now, go wash your guns and yourselves. Savagery is part of the dress up, so deck yourselves out in your most bloody and gruesome dress. I will see you at the party. Kil'Jaedon, you are dismissed.
Draj leaves, and Kelh steps up to talk to Corrack.
Kelh: put your damn gun away, I wont kill ya' and neither will Dazzt, even though he had to act weak around you so you wouldn't know our power. He would rather kill Draj right now, but he'll calm down by the feast. Now, go do as Draj said. My matey here'll accompany you.
A big, muscular elum steps out of the clearing, signaling them to go. Cyrus and Corrack follow to wash themselves, clean themselves, and ready for that night. As they walked away, they heard Dazzt yell
Dazzt: The feast will be in the Mage Tower in two hours. Late is dead, so be on time!
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Where did they come up with "Milk is Cow-Tit juice?" WHERE DID THE MADNESS BEGIN!!!!!
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