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Bastion
The primeval fortress capital world of Bastion was a testament to the sheer willpower and capabilities mortals were able to achieve. From humble beginnings as simple single celled organisms to creatures of billions of shapes and sizes who eventually took to the stars to terraform entire worlds to colonize and build empires. Such a marvelous thing mortals were able to achieve in their short life spans.
The imperial palace on bastion was one of these feats, a massive structure that was home to thousands of troops, personnel, and royalty. But most of all, it was home to a person of power. Someone that could help further the goals of a certain demon with big plans in the works. [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] Host Lord of the primeval was a woman who was capable of many mystic arts and witchcraft, a person who could elevate the little demon's power.
Inside the meditation room of the imperial palace the grand room sat pristine and perfect with one host lord settled in the middle. Candle lights flickered in the darkness of the room and soon they began to wane and dim until they burned down to tiny pin points of light muffled compared to what they emitted a few seconds ago. And soon a rich sophisticated British Oxford voice came over the darkness to the woman.
"Good evening Host Lord Aj'Rou, my my what have we here? Such a spectacle to behold, it's rare you find mortals simply sitting and waiting. You all live such short existences in your quests for self preservation that you rarely see that quality anymore." The rich voice finished it's little ramble then went on.
"But alas I am not here to identify the qualities of your personal life. I seek an audience." The disembodied voice said calmly and still maintaining that level of sophistication.
The primeval fortress capital world of Bastion was a testament to the sheer willpower and capabilities mortals were able to achieve. From humble beginnings as simple single celled organisms to creatures of billions of shapes and sizes who eventually took to the stars to terraform entire worlds to colonize and build empires. Such a marvelous thing mortals were able to achieve in their short life spans.
The imperial palace on bastion was one of these feats, a massive structure that was home to thousands of troops, personnel, and royalty. But most of all, it was home to a person of power. Someone that could help further the goals of a certain demon with big plans in the works. [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] Host Lord of the primeval was a woman who was capable of many mystic arts and witchcraft, a person who could elevate the little demon's power.
Inside the meditation room of the imperial palace the grand room sat pristine and perfect with one host lord settled in the middle. Candle lights flickered in the darkness of the room and soon they began to wane and dim until they burned down to tiny pin points of light muffled compared to what they emitted a few seconds ago. And soon a rich sophisticated British Oxford voice came over the darkness to the woman.
"Good evening Host Lord Aj'Rou, my my what have we here? Such a spectacle to behold, it's rare you find mortals simply sitting and waiting. You all live such short existences in your quests for self preservation that you rarely see that quality anymore." The rich voice finished it's little ramble then went on.
"But alas I am not here to identify the qualities of your personal life. I seek an audience." The disembodied voice said calmly and still maintaining that level of sophistication.