Board Thread:Midian Play-by-Post/@comment-24302820-20140814024034

Lord Mayor Duke Archmagus Volgor, Prince Obsidrian, The Nine-fingered, Master of Necromancy, Breaker and Bringer of Curses, Savior of Citadel, Assembler of Hephaestus, Destroyer of Cities, Tribunal Judge of the Darkmouth Emirate, and President of the University of Scientius,

Diarchus Carnifex Lucien Asherson Gan, the Executioner, Son of Zane Vandilblood, Red Vengeance, Warden of the Farreaches, Bearer of Skullsmasher and Primal Concrete Sledge, Master of the Pact, Chancellor of Caerwyn, Atheling of Gantor, Lord Under the City

Diarchus Ipissimus Sir Magnus Darkspire of the Crimson Order of the Knights of the Shadows, The Deliverer, Bringer of Doom, The Sword of Freedom and Death, Ravager of Life, Warlord of Magnose Primera, Master of the Pact, Wielder of the Deathblade, Lord Under the City,

It is imperative that we remain in contact with one another, if not to pool our considerable resources then to appraise one another on mutual threats. To wit:

Bodies are turning up on the streets of Citadel. While this is hardly alarming in and of itself, the number and boldness in increasing rapidly. None of these, as near as I can tell, are condoned by any of us. At least two attackers or groups of attackers are involved. One slices open the bellies of the victims. The other is a rogue Vampire, or wishes to be believed such.

The vampiric resident citizens of Citadel, both above and below the streets, are alarmed by this. The native Gothic Vampires have allied themselves with the Vampires of the Principality of Malachi, whose embassy Citadel now hosts, and with the Aerenidae Vampires, who are hoping for revenge--even vicariously--against their tormentor.

The upstart, Mister Crow, has long been suspected of being a pirate. It has now become public knowledge, thanks to the machinations of yours truly, that he and perhaps some of his companions are something far worse: fantasts. This dark metropolis has weathered many invasions over the last half century. It hardly needs another extrinsic incursion. Crow is now looking to take over the mayorship. This cannot stand. Already hunters enter the city looking for the hearts of these outlanders. Now I hear about the famed importer, Jonathan Gob, has a portal to other dimensions.

The drought that plagues southern Stormundia continues into its second month. Talk on the streets is for the cisterns to be opened. How soon they forget that most, if not all, of these cisterns were used to imprison zombies.

My own personal adventures have proven quite successful. I now have over fifty followers willing to do my every bidding. One of them, a young mage, seems able to invoke distant curses against one of these fantasts, Archmagus Talmir. While I would dearly love to add the Wandering Monk, Adric, the Confessor, the Slayer of Fathers, to my stable, he and I have found something of an ammenable working relationship. With these resources, I may be able to assist you, for a favour, of course.

Archmagus Albion Nightshade  