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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1502228" data-attributes="member: 9255">STRIKEFORCE: MORITURISEGMENT 050“DM Nomadis”The sun was beginning to burn through the clouds when he awoke.  His head ached and the nightmares were still vivid in his mind.  He would write them down later for theme ideas …later …much later.  His gaunt and sickly body shook visibly as he fumbled for the correct potion to drink.  He had several he took daily.  Everyone needed a vice.  He had several.The liquid burned going down his dry throat.  Once he was human.  Once before meeting the creature …the evil …named Nebrisflaxonfean.  Today he is uncertain what to consider himself.  Alive? Dead? Undead?  Maybe even a new type of existence.  He was beginning to feel the warmth of the drug in his stomach when the first of three females began to awake.  He was uncertain what her name was.  Perhaps Darla.  She was not a pure human.  There was some elf or fey in her bloodline.  He could smell and taste it within her the prior night.  The others were human.  They didn’t survive the night.  What started as sex became so much more.  Such was the life of a ghoul-like creature cursed by fiends.Nomadis had to drink these potions twice a day to live the life he did.  One to survive in daylight.  One to gain substance without consuming a person if so he chose.  These two potions gave the fiends hold over him and his creative but twisted mind.Nomadis was a DM on Carkartus.  The proper term was Dungeon Master.  He thought Death Manager was more accurate.  Once a week he and several other charismatic and creative persons would watch, comment and dictate the games of “The World Below”.  They created themes and events for these money making arena games.  Themes were based on race, belief or ability generally.  Creatures, teams and traps were placed within the ancient ruins weekly.  He and his co-workers then worked as announcers and gave creative and colorful commentary to entertain the rich and depraved.This week was going to be awesome.  They had teams from various planes of expert levels competing.  The traps placed in the ruins were unlike any seen elsewhere.  It was going to be good.  Better-  it was going to be awesome.  It had too …Nebris would kill him slowly if the rating didn’t change.There were Orcs, Drow, Humans and even a team of large ½ giant type creatures.  6 teams total.  The current champions- The Black Sun.  They consisted of undead and undead worshippers.  The new favorites were lead by a paladin.  Nomadis hoped to create a good deal of tension by placing these two teams of opposites close to each other on the grid but not so close that they go into immediate battle.He smiled to himself.  It was going to be a good game.  He just knew it.</blockquote>

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