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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Canaan" data-source="post: 2820254" data-attributes="member: 40239">Interlude:  Veshra's MessageHail to the Axis of Annihilation! The Darkest Night is nigh! Preparations for the unholy ritual are nearly complete. Even now, our unwitting dupes, the Orcus priest, his dark champion and their Aquan concubine travel to Goldfire Glen. The unsuspecting Canaanite fools, on their damnable journey to collect the Enlightened Child, have by now, surely been slain. Canaan is dead! Long live the Master! Canaan thought himself clever to conceal His incarnation in that forgettable hamlet, Goldfire Glen. Perhaps He considered its proximity to the shadow of that unctuous withered old fart, Balian the Ever-Watchful. Hah! His powers and influence have surely atrophied over the last century, and the success of my plan shall prove it! The streets of Goldfire Glen shall become a river of blood and despair! Their temples shall collapse and shatter along side the bones of His ghastly Inquisitors, arrogant Justicars and all His meek, innocent, foolish worshippers. Blind they are, and blind they shall forever be! The Light of the Great Thief, Canaan, shall at long last fade beyond memory and Turgos, His most precious creation, shall be no more! By the time those Orcus worshipping fools discover that they have been deceived, it will be much too late. My Master, having fed on the soul of the Canaan's next mortal incarnation, will rise, again! Canaan. What a fool! A child! A child! It is too easy! Ha!Glory to the Chthonic Alliance! All is going as planned! I will admit, however, that the appearance of the succubus Caladriel troubles me. I cannot fathom why one such as her freed one such as me. She claimed to be bound to do a mortal's bidding and in that service freed me, but refused to divulge who that mortal was. Something about her wasn't quite right. Her demeanor was not one of servant or slave. She seemed far too, well, happy to be trapped on this horrendous plane. I suppose she could be the mortal's concubine and serves willingly only to corrupt his soul for her abyssal magnate and take it to her lord on his death. Still. I cannot shake the feeling that her true role in this has yet to be revealed. I suspect she is a spy. But for whom? Orcus? Is he wary of a plan? Is his enmity toward my master still fresh as it was a century ago? Unfortunately, as cut off as I am here in this detestable world, I have no means of ascertaining her loyalties and allegiances. So for now, I must put it out of my head. I must not jeopardize my Master’s return. My plan is brilliant! It is pure diabolical perfection! I am destined for infamy! Even the great Bel himself will bow before me! The Orcus worshippers will reap all the fury and none will know of my Master's return until his glorious ascension is complete. I must take care, however. Even now forces are moving against me. I must remain vigilant. Urgency is of the essence. It was only by instinct that I discovered that mortal ranger hiding out, watching, as Caladriel freed me. I couldn't possibly imagine the damage he could have done had he successfully relayed that information to the Canaanites. He is of no consequence now. Mad as a Slaad, he is, thanks to those delirium-inducing mushrooms growing in my Master's sepulcher. I have no knowledge as to when or how they came to be. They certainly were not there when the cairn was raised and I was imprisoned. I am not altogether certain that they are even of this world. Perhaps they were a fancy of that cur Balian; wretched creature. But for his meddling, my Master would be ascendant now. He is our most tenacious and powerful enemy. I must take care not to alert him to my activity or all is lost.</blockquote>

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