Post by Sana <X> Vaerok on Sept 8, 2006 13:09:08 GMT -5
((Sorry! Let's continue))
IC: The Dark Lord was well aware of the cool head Dominus possessed under that demonic visage. Had this "Elite" not possessed such tempered control, much as Acerbus did, then he would have been killed long ago, considering his profession. IF the schemes of power-hungry nobles had not ended Dominus' reign then Vaerok himself would have had him burnt alive for weakly containing such political power. But the Dark Lord remembered himself, something he was also quite good at, and took a finely crafted seat as his own. With a peer unto the Captain who had "escorted" him here and another to Dominus silently posing whether he could be trusted with what was about to be spoken.
After Dominus responded The Dark Lord crossed his right ankle over his left knee and began:
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]My Armies pose a great threat to the system as we know it. One of my own, my, how should I name him, Dark Phoenix fits him well. He has lived many lives and yet returns to life. You know, of course, of which of my Dark Knights I speak of.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok's smile was palpable, even with a crafted mask hiding his face. He was speaking of Achlys.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]He has made beautiful ornaments from the once scrapped army of Lorthias, even as far as presenting me with the Nosferatu's own command vessel.
I have another great constituent, or I should say constituents, whom have joined my cause. They shall, to this point, remain without name. I have my doubts as to the secrets these walls can hold Dominus.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok's senses whispered and prodded him with endless calls for caution. They were being watched or were vulnerable; the Dark Lord cared not for either predicaments. He also sensed something he kept entirely hidden and to himself. He would address this greater revelation later.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]I have managed to work my way into the social circles of elitist culture. My "voice" will be hailed as a liberator of the oppressive ways of an Empire who cares not for its people. What fools these mortals be! They will play between the lion's paws until we see fit to swallow them in a mighty gulp. With the visionaries, and no doubt Jedi as well, eliminated there will be no guiding light for the people of The New Order. They will need a personal guide and we will provide them with such: a religion. I will once more take up a role, perhaps my greatest ever, as the spiritual guide for all people's of the Empire. They will find comfort in their indulgences and meaning in their passions and desires. Let us raise a monument to humanity and our songs lift to Man, in praise of his work.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok spoke elegantly and with great charisma and gesture. His dream was slowly, but surely, becoming Galactic reality. He finished with his hands raised to the ceiling in a grand gesture of worship befitting his dream. He lowered his masked face to a seated Dominus and reached out his hand, as if handing the momentum of the conversation to the "Elite".
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]No longer will "Gar aruetyc jetiise lise nau'ur ca ti jetii'kade, a'a'denla Siite hibira atiniir darasuum" echo in our hearts but a roar of triumph over our philosophically weaker foes. We will be the first of our kind to see it, my brother: the transformation from mortal to gods.
We are organized, we are unified, we are One. join us in this brave new world, my friend. One could not live a life of greater significance.[/glow][/shadow]
IC: The Dark Lord was well aware of the cool head Dominus possessed under that demonic visage. Had this "Elite" not possessed such tempered control, much as Acerbus did, then he would have been killed long ago, considering his profession. IF the schemes of power-hungry nobles had not ended Dominus' reign then Vaerok himself would have had him burnt alive for weakly containing such political power. But the Dark Lord remembered himself, something he was also quite good at, and took a finely crafted seat as his own. With a peer unto the Captain who had "escorted" him here and another to Dominus silently posing whether he could be trusted with what was about to be spoken.
After Dominus responded The Dark Lord crossed his right ankle over his left knee and began:
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=Orange,2,300]My Armies pose a great threat to the system as we know it. One of my own, my, how should I name him, Dark Phoenix fits him well. He has lived many lives and yet returns to life. You know, of course, of which of my Dark Knights I speak of.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok's smile was palpable, even with a crafted mask hiding his face. He was speaking of Achlys.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]He has made beautiful ornaments from the once scrapped army of Lorthias, even as far as presenting me with the Nosferatu's own command vessel.
I have another great constituent, or I should say constituents, whom have joined my cause. They shall, to this point, remain without name. I have my doubts as to the secrets these walls can hold Dominus.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok's senses whispered and prodded him with endless calls for caution. They were being watched or were vulnerable; the Dark Lord cared not for either predicaments. He also sensed something he kept entirely hidden and to himself. He would address this greater revelation later.
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]I have managed to work my way into the social circles of elitist culture. My "voice" will be hailed as a liberator of the oppressive ways of an Empire who cares not for its people. What fools these mortals be! They will play between the lion's paws until we see fit to swallow them in a mighty gulp. With the visionaries, and no doubt Jedi as well, eliminated there will be no guiding light for the people of The New Order. They will need a personal guide and we will provide them with such: a religion. I will once more take up a role, perhaps my greatest ever, as the spiritual guide for all people's of the Empire. They will find comfort in their indulgences and meaning in their passions and desires. Let us raise a monument to humanity and our songs lift to Man, in praise of his work.[/glow][/shadow]
Vaerok spoke elegantly and with great charisma and gesture. His dream was slowly, but surely, becoming Galactic reality. He finished with his hands raised to the ceiling in a grand gesture of worship befitting his dream. He lowered his masked face to a seated Dominus and reached out his hand, as if handing the momentum of the conversation to the "Elite".
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=orange,2,300]No longer will "Gar aruetyc jetiise lise nau'ur ca ti jetii'kade, a'a'denla Siite hibira atiniir darasuum" echo in our hearts but a roar of triumph over our philosophically weaker foes. We will be the first of our kind to see it, my brother: the transformation from mortal to gods.
We are organized, we are unified, we are One. join us in this brave new world, my friend. One could not live a life of greater significance.[/glow][/shadow]