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Post by High Seraphim Beelzebub on May 13, 2009 19:47:41 GMT -5
Hecate is the home of king Beelzebub and the seven lords of death! All weapons of the demonic army are forged here, and all matter of dark war beasts are breed here! HAIL TO THE DEMONIC STRONG HOLD! Hecate was originally the ancient human city of Stormwind witch was a stronghold of angels and humans alike. But seeing the happiness that Stormwind gave the angles the Titans stole the city and brought it back to the underworld. Using their dark arts the Titans magicked the city alive and it was from that point on known as the Hateforge or the "Destroyer City". Their are five main towers over looking the front gates! All equipped with ballista and all other matter of the forge master's dark craft! The entire fortress is surrounded by a lake of fife infested with magma worms! The Hateforge is mobile! Surely this is the birthing place of all hate woe and suffering! THE INTER SANCTUM!  SURROUNDING LAKE  |
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Post by persephone on May 16, 2009 21:54:32 GMT -5
*Persephone slipped through the gates and headed back to the dark Underworld*
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 13:54:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]*Five hundred newly Turned vampire savages, a gift from Lady Greyfell, journey to the Hateforge to serve the High King.*[/glow]
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Post by High Seraphim Beelzebub on May 17, 2009 14:04:33 GMT -5
*A small demon approaches Persephone and Imp to be precise*
"Child of the dark mother their is no need for you to live here any longer, the dark queen has erected her own fortress, all vampires are welcome"
*The small demon scampers off to help the 500 new vampires from the dark mother into the new barracks*
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 17, 2009 21:12:55 GMT -5
The Lady Greyfell approaches the Hateforge, bearing news for the High King.
[glow=blue,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Ah, dear friend, I have news...I have recently been calling upon the lord of the undead. I have offered him an alliance, though I fear he may not accept my terms...I may require the assistance of your eminent personage in...persuading him. Meanwhile, you know I enjoy your company. You tell the most delightful stories, tales of your days under Lucifer...I would hear of how you came to hate him.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by High Seraphim Beelzebub on May 17, 2009 22:44:39 GMT -5
*High King Beelzebub Smiles at Lenore*
"The emperor of the undead is simple and arrogant, but he is no fool and the hate for the angels that breeds in him is intoxicating"
*King Beelzebub walks behind Lenore, and slightly lifts her hair with his claw, as he bends to her ear and whispers*
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]"He will find our offer to Promising to refuse and too dangerous to deny"[/glow][/shadow]
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 18, 2009 7:42:24 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Of course. But, my dear Beelzebub, you have yet to answer my question. How was it that Lucifer fell from your esteemed favor?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by raziel on May 19, 2009 8:06:02 GMT -5
* an avatar appears an listens in on the greater demon Beelzebub being cautious to stay hidden from his view *
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Post by persephone on May 21, 2009 16:08:43 GMT -5
*Persephone walked through the gate quickly, heading towards the shelter of the Forest
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Post by High King Beelzebub on May 26, 2009 20:44:42 GMT -5
*Beelzebub appears behind the avatar*
[glow=red,2,300]"Are you really trying to hide from me in my own kingdom avatar?"[/glow]
*Beelzebub makes a griping motion with his hands and invisible ropes tie them selves around the avatar's throat*
[glow=red,2,300]"Your mind is mine your masters will shale be uncovered"[/glow]
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 2, 2009 22:24:11 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Such a taste for the dramatic, Beelzebub...was it necessary? Torment is all well and good, but now he's spat blood on my sleeve...I'm never going to get rid of that abomination's stink. They're not even useful food, they taste horrid. Anyway, dear, I must depart...and I would suggest pulling your seer and more valuable troops from Skytopia...my Ghouls and other underlings are taking it, even as we speak, and I should truly hate to see good troops wasted in the crossfire...[/shadow][/glow]
Lady Greyfell walks to the door, where she shape-changes...glorious ebony wings flow from her back and she flies like an avenging angel, a harbinger of death, back to her Citadel.
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