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Watching the games and living lives of luxury. That way I can do whatever the hell I want while my mindless undead do all the work, and the humans are too useless/stupid to rebel. Anyone dissatisfied with this can either join me as a living subordinate or undead minion - their choice.

We could try to gather a few of the more powerful undead. After all, Malacarus does have the ability to command undead (thank you, unecessary pathfinder wizard buff!) and can currently raise mummies. I suspect that a few of you might be opposed to that IC. EDIT: Also, I doubt think a force of...

I was thinking Sarusan, as it's the mostly unknown continent. Above ground, undead laborers/footsoldiers taking over menial jobs (debatable for food, we were working on sanitary undead before they came) and (this is a concept I think is awesome, but YMMV) shadow secret police (who leave people...

I think we should keep a few pounds, just in case it does something awesome. Also, Malacarus has a list of scrolls and material components he wants. Also, I thought we weren't using 3.5 stuff, because of the aforementioned "munchkins"? EDIT: I, too , read the Economicon and can't help but...

Purer starmetal? Interesting. thinks Malacarus, wondering how much of the payment he will get upon conclusion of the haggling. "That three million figure is a bargain. I know an individual who would have no hesitation to pay five." interjects the dark elf, hoping Thadeius will play along with...

"I might go as well. I see Thadeius has everything under control," says the bored dark wizard.

Malacarus merely waits and watches the results of Thadeius' negotiations.

"I'm with him," says the disguised drow, following.

Malacarus will wait for someone else to greet the eye. He has no intention of speaking (and drawing attention to himself) unless absolutely necessary.

Malacarus goes with Thadeius, figuring that he could pick up some new spells.

I figured some dignity. I'll find an image later tonight. I figured this wasn't so much "humiliate the player" as "Dark Lord goes undercover, hilarity ensues. We did have all the "Skeletor" references after all., so I was ready to play the whole thing for laughs. No hard feelings. :)...

Malacarus will just lay low. While he's tempted to procure scrolls from the mage guilds, he realizes that he'd probably have to fight his way out after they saw through his seeming. Yes, I realize the duration is crappy, but it beats looking like Mariachi the Christmas elf.

Malacarus rolls his eyes. "Skeletor. Really. Skeletor. Does that handsome and intelligent drow look like a skeleton? I mean, I'm sure if he were here he would be greatly offended", he mutters, joining the band on the Epic Shopping Trip. OOC: Christmas elf works. And I realized I have...

"Much appreciated."

"Seeming. Very well" replies the drow in a resigned voice, suspecting he'll be dressed in a new shiny illusory clown suit and called a bard. Soon the reckoning would come."Oh, silence Thud. You really were never as clever as you made yourself out to be."

Malacarus smiles as he watches the farmer, just to see his reaction. "You may have heard of me." he grins.

Malacarus winces as yet another of the Broken Eagles mangles his name. "The man is completely insane, yet he has many followers. Common people, really, but he's backed by a cult of equally insane spellcasters as well."

"First, it's Malacarus, not Malacandrus.. I don't know from where it came, the outer darkness maybe, perhaps the prophet summoned it. I have no idea where it found me, perhaps I overslept for a few minutes. Third, we should go. Now.", says the irritated drow, lifting his staff and preparing...

"If we have item troubles, I can rebuild some of your items...for a price of course," the necromancer states cooly. "I would need some components, but I could proabably do it."

Malacarus will wait for the results of the dragon experiments.