Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26535281-20161227180106/@comment-26084195-20161228065924

Jhaena looks through her bag, very satisfied with the selection. "Yes, yes... her glorious hatefulness will be pleased with this work. With MY work." She turned to the Ebon Mask assassins that accompanied her. "As for all of you... One of you acquired a sack full of books with some valuable knowledge on Void magic. Then the other sack was full of things we mostly already knew. And as for the rest of you... you let go." She looked at the scythe in her hands. "You know, her malifient gloriousness gave me this scythe herself. For each thing I slay, I gain more power." She spun it around, beheading two of the assassins that had let go of their sack. "At least you're good for something. As for the rest of you, we will take all of the knowledge in that tower. All of it. And we'll slaughter all of those Humans. Already they have been weakened. We're going to make sure their fields are haunted, we'll make them fear leaving their own tower. And we have to isolate them. They're gonna be asking for support. We need to intercept it. Ask them to send reinforcements from Darklight. And take these books back to Neriak."

She then turns, and one of the mages gives her a window with which to speak to Merlin.

"Hello, you Haeth Fyr. Well, you have seen what the magnificent Teir'dal Empire can do, and that was just a fraction of what we can do. I will tell you now: we will make your life a living hell out of our own amusement. Anybody who tries to help you will die. The lives lost will be staggering, this is a personal guarantee. Unless you surrender every book you own. Do that, and that will be the end of it. you will never hear from us again, and nobody else will die. If you don't, blood will flow like a river."