"Arts agh philosophy kul nar za amut kul ishi ushd katu."
The figure tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"latob golm baj izish us.
lufut kul nar shatog izg gimb"
He began to remove his Helmet.
"Arts and philosophy is not anything we have heard of before.
Your offer gives us pause to consider.
"Lat brus a glob laam!"
The figure stood. He reached out and called upon the power of his master to twist your bodies in unthinkable ways
"hontum amol lat flas u the bubhosh sharbtur ob izubu burz goth!!"
"You have a foolish tongue.
Be careful how you speak to the greatest servant of the dark...
"Lat may nagraufrom, zur dragons.
Naan lat kul nar ishi a vend u baj za shag"
The figure boomed, in a tongue most foul.
His eyes bore into their souls, searching, seeking. Black. Lidless. Full of naught but the void.
"You may rise, honored dragons.
But you are not in a place to make this...
"The Dark Lord has ruled with impunity since before our records were even created. His armies conquered all before him. Now our world is a desolate waste, the cornerstone on which he shall build his empire."
*we approach a figure clad in battle armor atop a throne I'm the keep of the mighty...
(Baron pls lmk if this is not the correct thread lol)
*Sapphira, Zadkiel, and Radio stepped through the portal. The airwas thick with the stench of decay. They were in a cavern...*
*radio knelt down and felt the ground. It was mostly pebbles, no sand, no dirt, no mud.*
"We are close... this is a...
"Interesting... so now that Sapphira is aware of where my realm is located, can you send me there? If you wish to align with Balsennis, his armies may aid you in the coming battle. And his power, even though lesser than yours, is still substantial and could turn the tide."
"I see. Perhaps an ancient God who is asleep? I have heard tales from my master that Gods may fall, but can reform given time, and that they remain unable to maintain a non-physical manifestation once defeated, biding their time and seeking power to regain a more physical form"