His Dark LordshipThe planet moaned in annoyance as the castle burrowed through its flesh, and through the ocean of sand the great skull rose before Spacecat. Azala soon stood before him.
SpacecatAzala. You must use your army to fight the Mystics. It is human and lizarkind's only hope! All the other armies are busy. The Mystics must be stopped, or this war will become even more chaotic, and your blood brother's death will be in vain."
His Dark LordshipAzala sighs.
Spacecat"The need IS dire! The fate of the universe depends on the outcome of this war, and the involvement of the mystics could adversely affect the outcome of this war. You may be here on your own interests now, but if Mog or the Dark Moogle prevails, this war will become your interest, but it will be too late for you to do any good. And don't give me that crap about the Moogles not being able to penetrate the continent. History has shown that Mog and his lackeys can penetrate anything they damn well please."
His Dark LordshipOOC: LOL!
Spacecat"Oh, okay. Well, see ya later, dude!" Spacecat leaves.
His Dark LordshipAzala lets out a smile.
Spacecat"Sure!" says Spacecat. He comes with Azala.
His Dark LordshipSo Spacecat goes down to the reptites' lair. Walls made of thigh bones, doors of jaws, an eerie sight. Tall, reptilian beasts march about on their daily schedules, finally they reach Azala's room. There stands his magnificent throne, made of bone and sinew. To the left of it was a cabinet, made of, surprise, bone. He pulled out a stone bottle, emptied its contents into two glasses, made out of obsidian, and handed one to Spacecat.