07-26-2021, 03:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-26-2021, 03:54 AM by Nerdlord57.)
Quote:"Even if this means going to war with Hecate herself!"
Bold words, from a being who thought himself invincible in the world above. Yet in the worlds below, deep in the darkest reassess of the Spirit Realms. Such words caused a cacophonous series of monstrous gaggles, howls, and laughs to escape many of the Nethradin and Hel Beasts that held enough sanity to understand such a proclamation. These amasses monstrosities of Hecate's Domain were those of the Menagerie.
Dimitri Asimov's Menagerie, made and assembled as the Shock Troupe of the Marquis' armies. Their purpose to decimate and tear apart defensive lines to allow invasions to go far smoothly.
The desire for mortal blood and flesh filled the air in a palpable and vile miasma as the assembled beasts and monsters of Hel awaited the swift response of the Marquis.
Finally, emerging from a balcony from Hecate's resplendent fortress would be a familiar being, wearing the façade of the figure he once wore in life. His shadow revealed the truth, being that of a large Daemonic form, horned and wicked. An eerily enchanting violin melody appeared to always follow in his wake, causing the carved runes that were present on every member of the Menagerie to shimmer with his black magics.
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Dimitri Asimov's Menagerie, made and assembled as the Shock Troupe of the Marquis' armies. Their purpose to decimate and tear apart defensive lines to allow invasions to go far smoothly.
The desire for mortal blood and flesh filled the air in a palpable and vile miasma as the assembled beasts and monsters of Hel awaited the swift response of the Marquis.
Finally, emerging from a balcony from Hecate's resplendent fortress would be a familiar being, wearing the façade of the figure he once wore in life. His shadow revealed the truth, being that of a large Daemonic form, horned and wicked. An eerily enchanting violin melody appeared to always follow in his wake, causing the carved runes that were present on every member of the Menagerie to shimmer with his black magics.
Quote:"So he wishes for War, does he? Well, the Marquis is willing to reward such foolishness.
When his magics pull upon Her realm, I demand the fiercest and more gluttonous of you to push through whatever portal the Lich summons forth.
There will be no mercy for him, or for the world above. Wreak as much havoc and destruction in our Lady's name as you cane and EAT. YOUR. FILL.
The Lich? Is mine. He comes for my wife for whatever reason-
and I shall make him kneel to the Marquis.~"