02-03-2010, 08:59 PM
Ys-dh of Mel-Zhorratha a Demonologist of some skill and success looked across at the owner of the arcane book shop one Pho-ghat of Ibort a Necromancer of ill repute and scholarly interest. The arcane book shop known to locals as the Darklings Quill was located on a street corner of the Great Bizarre on the world of Hub in one of the poorer areas. It was said to contain such works as Azathoth and Other Horrors by Edward Pickman Derby, the Black Tome of Alsophocus, the Book of Azathoth, the Chronicles of Nath by James Sheffield, the Chronike von Nath by Rudolf Yergler, the Book of Eibon, by Eibon, the De Vermis Mysteriis, the Derby, the Dhol Chants, The Eltdown Shards (tr. by Gordon Whitney), the Ghorl Nigral (also The Book of Night), the Histoire d'Amour, by Bernard de Vaillantcoeur, the Ilarnek Papyri, the Liber Ivonis, the Liber-Damnatus, the Livre d'Eibon, the Necronomicon by Abdul al-Hazred, the Pnakotic Manuscripts, the Seven Cryptical Books of Hsan by Hsan the Greater (tr. Etienne-Laurent De Marigny), The Testament of Carnamagos and even the Unaussprechlichen Kulten by Friedrich von Junzt.
“Well what are we going to do they are getting close to the next spell of Darkness, maybe we should take direct action?”. The Demonologist looked genuinely concerned, so concerned in fact that he was wringing his hands. The Necromancer looked up at his former fellow apprentice, with some sympathy not much but some. “The others are closer and I would prefer to live for many more centuries yet, let the Dark Elf and the Shaman try next we will remain in the shadows for a little longer.” He put down the book he had been reading and turned to his “friend” he put his hands on his desk and raised himself to his feet. “No we shall let the others trya nd fail to stop them and then at the right moment when they are at their weakest we will send minions in to finish them of. Only once they are dead will we strike.” The Demonologist and Necromancer both smiled. They had made their dark pact many, many years before just before slaying their former master and they had profited by their co-operation ever since.
“Well what are we going to do they are getting close to the next spell of Darkness, maybe we should take direct action?”. The Demonologist looked genuinely concerned, so concerned in fact that he was wringing his hands. The Necromancer looked up at his former fellow apprentice, with some sympathy not much but some. “The others are closer and I would prefer to live for many more centuries yet, let the Dark Elf and the Shaman try next we will remain in the shadows for a little longer.” He put down the book he had been reading and turned to his “friend” he put his hands on his desk and raised himself to his feet. “No we shall let the others trya nd fail to stop them and then at the right moment when they are at their weakest we will send minions in to finish them of. Only once they are dead will we strike.” The Demonologist and Necromancer both smiled. They had made their dark pact many, many years before just before slaying their former master and they had profited by their co-operation ever since.