Enduring the ravaging sight of a thousand needles threaded through his body.... you see Lord Mortismere is covered with them and held up into the air. You do not know why Mortis is held up but his flesh and scales were peeling off. The assailant walks into the light in this dark and disturbing macabre room.


Assailant: ...


Lord Mortis' eyeballs moved in different directions in his skull untill he sights the assailant. Grinning, Mortis sliters his snake-like tongue out from his sickening mouth and licks his own blood dripping from the sores of the needles around his chest.
MM: And?



Assailant: He has been gaven the warning. I suspect the fool has not a clue what awaits him.





MM: Hmmmmmmmmmmmheerrrr..... g o o d. I want to know when, you have what I command.


Assailant: Very good, M'Lord.