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Post by gramorn on Nov 14, 2009 1:25:15 GMT -5
::Gramorn floated above the rubble looking down on what used to be::
This is a nice secluded area
::He lowered himself and looked around::
A desk here
::He snapped his fingers and a desk appeared::
Pit for torture here
::Once again a torture pit appeared with a snap of fingers::
And perhaps a lackey barracks over there
::For a third time Gramorn snapped his fingers and this time a large barracks appeared off in the distance::
In case I acquire expendable help
::He sat at his desk::
Now first order of business, that boy and his friends.
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Post by gramorn on Nov 15, 2009 15:07:03 GMT -5
It seems that he has been quite able to move on past the death of his friends. I need to change that if he is to join me. I will need to bring back his sadness. Perhaps a bit of necromancy or something else.
::Gramorn allowed himself a grin that was rare when he wasn't ridding the universe of people::
Yes beautiful, I know of two such people. I will try the boy first, he is much more likely to join my cause
::Gramorn snapped his fingers and two objects appeared. The first was some kind of generator, the second was a hologram of a boy with a shapeshifting ability::
Lovely
::Gramorn laughed as the generator span, creating the energy needed to teleport anywhere until he returned again, the generator dinged::
Perfect
::Gramorn plunged his hand into the generator and left it cold and barren as he disappeared::
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