Invitation to Betrayal:

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Posted by Zorszaul on November 30, 1999 at 22:26:57:

pray if my lord the Dark Knight hears my prayers, may he know that I am still willing to be an instrument of his malice for this world and all in it I yet envy.
You pray to the heavens for help!

time
It is 6 o'clock AM, Day of the Moon, 21st of the Month of the Frost Giant.
The moon is currently new.
The Carrion Fields started up at Tue Nov 23 06:45:50 1999
The system time is Wed Nov 24 02:39:14 1999

A black robed monk indicates the room to the north.

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The Black Conclave of Vilhazarog
This huge chamber is circular, with tall braziers lining the walls lighting
the room with a flickering red light. On the floor is a large pentagram,
candles lit at each of the five points. Ringing the pentagram is another
circle, within which strange twisting symbols have been inscribed. They
seem to throb with a dark power. The center of the pentagram is blood-
stained. Black-robed monks kneel outside of the circle, chanting in prayer.

[Exits: north east west up]
(Invis) (Charmed) A gibbering ghoul hovers here in the shadows.
(Invis) (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here.
(Invis) (Charmed) A zombie of a storm giant lieutenant is here.
(White Aura) A demonic mass of eye stalks and tentacles prowls the edges of the room.

Zorszaul inclines his head respectfully.

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The Chamber of the Dead
This room is chillingly cold and oppressive. Bone of all kinds are embedded
within the walls, each bone painstakingly engraved with intricate runes
and symbols. Against the far wall a large inverted pentagram has been
inlayed in silver. At its center is a huge ruby soulstone, its dull red
glow casting the chamber an eerie light. A skull protrudes from the stone
wall at each of the five points of the pentagram. A thousand incoherent
whispers seem to emanate from the soulstone. More recent victims lie as
corpses or bones to either side.

[Exits: south]
A ghoul has arrived.
A flesh golem has arrived.
A zombie of a storm giant lieutenant has arrived.

You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

Zorszaul allows his rapidly-decaying face to break into a cruel grin.

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The Chamber of the Dead
This room is chillingly cold and oppressive. Bone of all kinds are embedded
within the walls, each bone painstakingly engraved with intricate runes
and symbols. Against the far wall a large inverted pentagram has been
inlayed in silver. At its center is a huge ruby soulstone, its dull red
glow casting the chamber an eerie light. A skull protrudes from the stone
wall at each of the five points of the pentagram. A thousand incoherent
whispers seem to emanate from the soulstone. More recent victims lie as
corpses or bones to either side.

[Exits: south]
Vilhazarog the human is here.
(Invis) (Charmed) A zombie of a storm giant lieutenant is here.
(Invis) (Charmed) A flesh golem stands here.
(Invis) (Charmed) A gibbering ghoul hovers here in the shadows.

Zorszaul kneels respectfully.

You say 'My lord.'

You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

A voice in your mind echos, 'Zorszaul, your actions have displeased me in the past, but I have a extremely difficult task, with which you may earn my respect.'

You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

Zorszaul nods slowly.

Zorszaul thinks in reply 'What is your will, my lord?'

A sickening taint overwhelms your soul, leaving you feeling unclean.
You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

A voice in your mind echos, ' There is another who has earned my disfavor. He is a very powerful hero of the realm.'

Zorszaul frowns.

You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

Zorszaul thinks in reply 'Who is this one, and how is he to be punished?'

A voice in your mind echos, 'I want you to bring me his unholy weapon. Sacrifice this weapon to me, here in this shrine. Do this, and I will grant you further powers.'

You are unaffected by the harsh conditions around you.

Zorszaul looks enlightened as realization washes over his dead face.

You say 'You speak of Palan, my lord.'

A voice in your mind echos, 'Good, you have a quick wit.'

You say 'No other would be a task of such extreme difficulty.'

Zorszaul nods.

You say 'Your will is my will.'

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