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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1157997" data-attributes="member: 1210">Just a teaser...Felenga, the Dark One, is already within Darkhold.Darkhold, the one place- the only place- to survive the waking of Felenga's dread master.  His dread master, now bound- again- in eternal slumber.Well, Felenga plans to be the one that wakes him up this time.  Before, in the previous world- the real world, of which this "Cydra" is but a pale reflection spat out by Darkhold's Master- Felenga's dread master, Tharizdun, had been bound in the primordeal aeons; and when the villain Fuligin had managed to begin the Waking, all creation quaked with fear.  When Tharizdun fully awoke, it devoured Nature itself.  All was annihilated; all ended.Only the Angels of the Apocalypse survived, Tharizdun's creatures, empowered beyond mortal comprehension by their dread lord's merest notice.  Including, of course, both Fuligin and Felenga himself.When Nature was devoured, Darkhold survived.  With his vast intellect enhanced by Tharizdun's blazing mind, Felenga knew instantly how: it was not of nature at all, not a piece of any plane; it was a realm unto itself.  But a realm now with no connection to anywhere; a realm cut off from the nothing that remained after Tharizdun's ravening power destroyed the multiverse.It should have ended there; there should have been no contact again, but...Somehow.Somehow the cursed adventurers managed to engineer a new birth of nature, a new genesis.  Somehow they turned Darkhold's weak simulation of nature into the real thing.  They made themselves real.  The damned adventurers got the necessary tools from right underneath the noses of the Angels of the Apocalypse and managed to- somehow- birth a new Nature.  The Master of Darkhold created some sort of artifact to stabilize the vital force that keeps everything balanced carefully, and their reality hasn't fallen apart or broken down yet, much to Felenga's frustration.  And only at the birth of Nature could the anti-force called Tharizdun be lulled to sleep, bound in a prison plane somewhere outside the known dimensions, left- again- in eternal slumber.Well, not for long.  Felenga grins to himself.  His key works.  He can get back in and out of Darkhold as needs be.  He can even excercise some limited control- enough to replace some of the guardians he's destroyed on his way in.And the device that balances things so carefully, so precariously?Not for long, Felenga promises himself, grinning a skeletal grin and settling back on a comfy bed in the middle of Darkhold.Next Time: We get to the real deal!</blockquote>

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