Over the past months many events have transpired: Cheetham didn't duck or dodge when he should have. The attorneys" captured the bitch Belial and gave her to Gabriel. They'd "paid back" the Spider Mages for their uncalled for "meddling" and eventually were able to restore Cheetham to his original state, i.e. Before Belial.
But the one thing they'd set out to accomplish, the one thing that had drawn them back to this desolate realm to begin with, has continued to elude them.
All their attempts to harness the Nexus have failed; dismally.
In this self-appointed quest of theirs the firm has lost scientists, mages and numerous explorers, (not that the explorers weren't expendable, they were and are, but brilliance in science and magic"! Hard to come by indeed!)
However the raid on the Spider Mages mountain lair had been astoundingly lucrative. Granting them a slew of new information which Howe believes will aid them in their pursuit to garner the Nexual energy. It's been a long climb uphill but blue skies gleam just ahead. Soon they will have what they came for and then"
Then, they can abandon this uncivilized pot hole of the multiverse and return to lands far friendlier and technologically advanced.
Let's face it, folks; life is far easier to tolerate when living in the lap of modern conveniences.
Oh, does Howe miss civilization! It is by far easier to gather souls when greed, lust, materialism and hate guide a sizable population. A place where attorneys like DCH can easily become lost in the crowd. Here in Rhy"Din" It's hard to remain anonymous.
Howe smiles as he looks over the recent lists. Two primaries, one left on that back burner so to speak. The lists are of names of those he and his fellow partners" wish to see "paid off", (in one way or another!) It's an ever increasing list, growing leaps and bounds every time he turns around. It stands mute testament of the closeness of this community.
You step on one person's toes and the whole damnable town helps to build the bonfire to roast you in.
Yes, Rhy"Din is such a *lovely* place. Someplace he wouldn't put on his vacation agenda and would only recommend to people he detests, you know, people he never wanted to see again. But since he's stuck here for the moment he may as well enjoy himself and that's what the lists are for.
He may not reap many souls while inhabiting this hole of a void, but he can at least find pleasure in seeing those he hates suffer. Maybe even die" That would be tasty. That is; if people in Rhy"Din actually did that. You know, die.
So far all their attempts have been futile; it is almost as if Rhy"Din has the curse of undeath.
But when given lemons it is said one should make lemonade, yes" And Howe is determined to do just that. He might not see them dead and buried, but he will find other ways to make them wish they were!
Starting with the Barrister and ending with Long Lankyn. Howe considers that a really good start.
All's fair in love and war, or so some human once declared. Therefore everything either of them hold dear is subject to use against them. And that has become Howe's favorite pastime of late.
Oh, and the things he's digging up"! Tasty and delicious they are indeed! Soon, they will regret ever butting heads with the likes of DCH!
Howe's smile widens as he punches a button on his intercom to summon his current "assistant". "Stewy, in here now!" he barks commandingly, Howe does enjoy his position over others, "Hop to it, you've got notes to take and work to do!"
But the one thing they'd set out to accomplish, the one thing that had drawn them back to this desolate realm to begin with, has continued to elude them.
All their attempts to harness the Nexus have failed; dismally.
In this self-appointed quest of theirs the firm has lost scientists, mages and numerous explorers, (not that the explorers weren't expendable, they were and are, but brilliance in science and magic"! Hard to come by indeed!)
However the raid on the Spider Mages mountain lair had been astoundingly lucrative. Granting them a slew of new information which Howe believes will aid them in their pursuit to garner the Nexual energy. It's been a long climb uphill but blue skies gleam just ahead. Soon they will have what they came for and then"
Then, they can abandon this uncivilized pot hole of the multiverse and return to lands far friendlier and technologically advanced.
Let's face it, folks; life is far easier to tolerate when living in the lap of modern conveniences.
Oh, does Howe miss civilization! It is by far easier to gather souls when greed, lust, materialism and hate guide a sizable population. A place where attorneys like DCH can easily become lost in the crowd. Here in Rhy"Din" It's hard to remain anonymous.
Howe smiles as he looks over the recent lists. Two primaries, one left on that back burner so to speak. The lists are of names of those he and his fellow partners" wish to see "paid off", (in one way or another!) It's an ever increasing list, growing leaps and bounds every time he turns around. It stands mute testament of the closeness of this community.
You step on one person's toes and the whole damnable town helps to build the bonfire to roast you in.
Yes, Rhy"Din is such a *lovely* place. Someplace he wouldn't put on his vacation agenda and would only recommend to people he detests, you know, people he never wanted to see again. But since he's stuck here for the moment he may as well enjoy himself and that's what the lists are for.
He may not reap many souls while inhabiting this hole of a void, but he can at least find pleasure in seeing those he hates suffer. Maybe even die" That would be tasty. That is; if people in Rhy"Din actually did that. You know, die.
So far all their attempts have been futile; it is almost as if Rhy"Din has the curse of undeath.
But when given lemons it is said one should make lemonade, yes" And Howe is determined to do just that. He might not see them dead and buried, but he will find other ways to make them wish they were!
Starting with the Barrister and ending with Long Lankyn. Howe considers that a really good start.
All's fair in love and war, or so some human once declared. Therefore everything either of them hold dear is subject to use against them. And that has become Howe's favorite pastime of late.
Oh, and the things he's digging up"! Tasty and delicious they are indeed! Soon, they will regret ever butting heads with the likes of DCH!
Howe's smile widens as he punches a button on his intercom to summon his current "assistant". "Stewy, in here now!" he barks commandingly, Howe does enjoy his position over others, "Hop to it, you've got notes to take and work to do!"