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<blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 80583" data-attributes="member: 2020">Heh.&nbsp; Well put, Maudlin.&nbsp; Irongate, falls!&nbsp; Acererak and his Minions have a long and delightful feast, for the souls are bright and strong and filled with vitality.&nbsp; As the bodies melt into goo, and men, women, and children perish utterly, Acererak and his Minions grow stronger and more powerful, filled with pleasure and dark delight, until their power screams through the air.&nbsp; Acererak's PL increases to 15 from 10, and his Minions to 15 from 10.&nbsp; They gorge, feast as they have never feasted before, utterly sated and beyond sated, filled with the life energy of hundreds of thousands of souls.&nbsp; While that is going on, something else happens.&nbsp; Vecna happens.&nbsp; Vecna and his legions roar off into the magical dimension, in one great flash.&nbsp; Over the Shadow Throne, they appear in giant waves, flash after purple flash bringing them in by the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions.&nbsp; They arrive until a sea of men, women, and undead are assembled in Shadow Throne, a sea that stretches out of sight in all directions.&nbsp; Tens of millions strong, they raise the Banner of Vecna, and cheer with a roar that is heard over many long miles as Vecna himself appears in the center of them all.&nbsp; Vecna conjures to his left hand one of the Banners of the Shade.&nbsp; With his right hand, he grasps his own Banner.&nbsp; He grins, and raises both Banners high above him, signalling for all the Union of Suel and Shade, then plants the Banners in the Soil of Shade.&nbsp; Then the Legions of Vecna march off to the front, to face off against the massed might of Iuz, the Kevellond League, Kingdom of Keoland, Lortmil Technomancy, Celene, Pomarj, and their allies.&nbsp; At the head of the grand and unholy army marches Vecna himself, his staff held firmly in his hands.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Edena_of_Neith, post: 80583, member: 2020"] Heh. Well put, Maudlin. Irongate, falls! Acererak and his Minions have a long and delightful feast, for the souls are bright and strong and filled with vitality. As the bodies melt into goo, and men, women, and children perish utterly, Acererak and his Minions grow stronger and more powerful, filled with pleasure and dark delight, until their power screams through the air. Acererak's PL increases to 15 from 10, and his Minions to 15 from 10. They gorge, feast as they have never feasted before, utterly sated and beyond sated, filled with the life energy of hundreds of thousands of souls. While that is going on, something else happens. Vecna happens. Vecna and his legions roar off into the magical dimension, in one great flash. Over the Shadow Throne, they appear in giant waves, flash after purple flash bringing them in by the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions. They arrive until a sea of men, women, and undead are assembled in Shadow Throne, a sea that stretches out of sight in all directions. Tens of millions strong, they raise the Banner of Vecna, and cheer with a roar that is heard over many long miles as Vecna himself appears in the center of them all. Vecna conjures to his left hand one of the Banners of the Shade. With his right hand, he grasps his own Banner. He grins, and raises both Banners high above him, signalling for all the Union of Suel and Shade, then plants the Banners in the Soil of Shade. Then the Legions of Vecna march off to the front, to face off against the massed might of Iuz, the Kevellond League, Kingdom of Keoland, Lortmil Technomancy, Celene, Pomarj, and their allies. At the head of the grand and unholy army marches Vecna himself, his staff held firmly in his hands. [/QUOTE]

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