Oh, yuck.
Anabstercorian curls his tentacles in disgust as Mina attempts to seduce Phibrizzo.
<< Phibrizzo, you are a Slaad, a creature of freedom and chaos! Are you going to let this would-be tyrant manipulate you out of your heritage? Don't be silly, Phibrizzo. >>
He points to Mina offhand.
<< She desires to control you, Phibrizzo. She wants to take you and your people and make them slaves to the one god. I don't give a rats ass about the ultimate fate of your people, although I admit I think YOU are worth preserving. That makes me one step higher on the good-allies-ladder than she is. Trust me on this one, Phibrizzo - She's not your type. She's too young for you. >>
He throws up his hands in irritation. << You people are all crazy - Especially Melkor. I, for one, am going to go look in to that Fleet of Evil. I've never, EVER heard of Drow and Illithid working together before... This is something I want to see for myself. >>
He raises his hand and closes his eyes, astral energy flowing through him liberally. A massive construct of ectoplasma slowly forms in to the shape of a vast gem dragon, and a sudden spark of ozone seals it in to being for the next few days. Anabstercorian levitates on to it and opens a hatch in the back, hopping in. The dragon roars and flies off in to the sky, and in to space.
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Edena, I'm going to head out to a remote location and then teleport out to the location of the Fleet of Darkness. E-mail me regarding my success in locating and contacting them, if convenient for you, but it's not a big deal. You can put it on the board if you need to.