The Zombie Alliance
02-08-2006, 00:26
The old man was delirius. "Behold!" he shouted, holding up a scarred hand, "The true Lord has returned and this be his mark! For centuries you have all worshiped the false brother of the true lord of death!" he made a broad, sweeping gesture towards a gathering crowd of Alliancers, both living and undead, as they came out into the wide, Alliance City street.
"The true lord of death, King Anubis, has returned from his long exile, and He and his people shall finally rid this land of the unfaithfull! Repent, my countrymen! Return to your true king!"
A man in black leather clothes with a long red cape pushed his way through the throng of people, followed by three axe-wielding mummies. "What is this?" he demanded. He was wearing the crown of thorns that identified him as a guard of the ZA Death Cult.
"You!" shouted the raving geaser at the policman, "You are the worst of all! You have not only betrayed your king, but you have sworn to fight for that...that userper, Lord Necromancer?!?!?! When Anubis comes to cleanse this nest of wikedness, you shall surely be among the first to die!"
The policeman sneered, "We shall see. Mummies, arrest this man!"
The axe mummies grabbed the struggling heretic by both arms and dragged him away. The people only stared as the prisoner shouted from the armes of his captors, "Let not these jailers of a false god lead you astray! Repent! Anubis is the true lord of death, the true..." As the mummies pulled him away, his voice became quieter until it could not be heard.
"Go about your buisness, people!" ordered the policeman, "Nothing left to see here, move along!"
That night in the Zombie Vatican, Alliance City, the Zombie Alliance. Private office of Lord Necromancer.
"Ha! My lord, you would never believe this man the secret police brought in today," laughed Prinn, Lord Necromancer's friend and cheif of security, "Raving about some death lord, calling you a usurper, demanding that people repent, all that. It was almost funny."
Lord Necromancer looked up from the papers he had been studying on the history of the Alliance's neighbors, the Force Rangers. "From your tone, Prinn, it sound like you think it was more than almost funny." the dictator of the Zombie Alliance, however, was not bent in anything resembling a smile. Lord Necromancer rarely smiled, exept when enjoying a concubine or learning that his Horde had won a major battle. "Did this heretic happen to mention a name?" he asked, sipping some bloodwine.
"Uh, yes, my lord," said Prinn, "I believe is was...Akubis? Anubis?"
Lord Necromancer slammed his bottle of bloodwine to the desk, shattering it to pieces.(the bottle that is, not the desk) "Anubis?" he demanded, his face filling with anger, "Did you say 'Anubis?'"
"Er, y-yes milord..." began the cheif of security.
Lord Necromancer got up and stalked over to the window, his pale and bony hands held behind his back. He overlooked the frozen wasteland that was his kingdom. "I was so sure that..." he whispered under his breath, "my brother has been missing for over six-hundred years...How?"
"Your brother, milord?"
"You are dismissed, Prinn."
"Milord?"
"YOU ARE DISMISSED!"
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At 8:50 A.M. local time the following morning, a revolt occured in the Zombie Alliance city of Tar'Kanar. The violence was quelled, but in the fighting Lady Cil, Lord Necromancer's daughter, was killed. The Zombie Vatican has placed a $5,000,000 price on a necromancer who responds to the name Anubis or Oth Necros, who has been directly linked by local law enforcement to the incedent.
"The true lord of death, King Anubis, has returned from his long exile, and He and his people shall finally rid this land of the unfaithfull! Repent, my countrymen! Return to your true king!"
A man in black leather clothes with a long red cape pushed his way through the throng of people, followed by three axe-wielding mummies. "What is this?" he demanded. He was wearing the crown of thorns that identified him as a guard of the ZA Death Cult.
"You!" shouted the raving geaser at the policman, "You are the worst of all! You have not only betrayed your king, but you have sworn to fight for that...that userper, Lord Necromancer?!?!?! When Anubis comes to cleanse this nest of wikedness, you shall surely be among the first to die!"
The policeman sneered, "We shall see. Mummies, arrest this man!"
The axe mummies grabbed the struggling heretic by both arms and dragged him away. The people only stared as the prisoner shouted from the armes of his captors, "Let not these jailers of a false god lead you astray! Repent! Anubis is the true lord of death, the true..." As the mummies pulled him away, his voice became quieter until it could not be heard.
"Go about your buisness, people!" ordered the policeman, "Nothing left to see here, move along!"
That night in the Zombie Vatican, Alliance City, the Zombie Alliance. Private office of Lord Necromancer.
"Ha! My lord, you would never believe this man the secret police brought in today," laughed Prinn, Lord Necromancer's friend and cheif of security, "Raving about some death lord, calling you a usurper, demanding that people repent, all that. It was almost funny."
Lord Necromancer looked up from the papers he had been studying on the history of the Alliance's neighbors, the Force Rangers. "From your tone, Prinn, it sound like you think it was more than almost funny." the dictator of the Zombie Alliance, however, was not bent in anything resembling a smile. Lord Necromancer rarely smiled, exept when enjoying a concubine or learning that his Horde had won a major battle. "Did this heretic happen to mention a name?" he asked, sipping some bloodwine.
"Uh, yes, my lord," said Prinn, "I believe is was...Akubis? Anubis?"
Lord Necromancer slammed his bottle of bloodwine to the desk, shattering it to pieces.(the bottle that is, not the desk) "Anubis?" he demanded, his face filling with anger, "Did you say 'Anubis?'"
"Er, y-yes milord..." began the cheif of security.
Lord Necromancer got up and stalked over to the window, his pale and bony hands held behind his back. He overlooked the frozen wasteland that was his kingdom. "I was so sure that..." he whispered under his breath, "my brother has been missing for over six-hundred years...How?"
"Your brother, milord?"
"You are dismissed, Prinn."
"Milord?"
"YOU ARE DISMISSED!"
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At 8:50 A.M. local time the following morning, a revolt occured in the Zombie Alliance city of Tar'Kanar. The violence was quelled, but in the fighting Lady Cil, Lord Necromancer's daughter, was killed. The Zombie Vatican has placed a $5,000,000 price on a necromancer who responds to the name Anubis or Oth Necros, who has been directly linked by local law enforcement to the incedent.