Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 19:23:09 -0600 Subject: [ffml] [MW] Dark Weavings for good causes... From: His Dark Lordship The watcher looked over the base Mog had erected so near the kingdom, yet none would know. He shook his head. "Sacrifices are sacrifices. Bacca must be stopped." he thought. He boarded the steed of small tyrannosaur, and thundered down the path. He stopped sullenly at the entrance where a moogle popped out of the bushes. "And who are you?" the small moogle asked. "K'tra Khi. Tell Mog that, and he shall know." The moogle motioned for a friend, and gave him the message, which he could barely pronounce. After going over it a few times, the other moogle darted off. Several minutes later the moogle returned, whispered something to the first one, which motioned for the watcher to follow. The watcher rode his steed straight into Mog's tent. Mog was going over some maps as usual. He looked up. "You... 'twas foolish indeed for I to believe you were truly gone," he said. "You speak humbly, for a change," said the watcher. "You are aware, of the prophecy..." "Aye, and we have it prepared should it arise," smiled Mog. He pointed to a ninja practicing kata. "The world's greatest assassin. Should the need grow desperate, Bacca could easily fall." "Bacca has plans of his own, the fool he is." said the watcher grimly. "Send him a offer of sparing. And to enforce it, I give you an offer to join the alliance my friends, the reptites, form. The rules are simple. Each group is independent, but should the need arise donate troops to the other's cause." "Tell your alliance I shall accept, but it is obvious Bacca will refuse any offer I send him." "Send it anyway. And send a message to the other kingdoms: Sparage for their lands if they refuse troops to Bacca's patrol." "If I may, Watcher, even though the planet and all existence would be at stake, do you really feel that the human kingdoms would vouch support to us over Bacca?" "Their mages learn of the fruits of Bacca's victory as we speak. Those that will shall speak to their kings. And those kings that trust them shall fight for their planet, and not Bacca's glory." Just then, a large raven burst into the tent and landed on the watcher's shoulder. A note was tied to his feet. "Fulcrum, ye seems distressed." the Watcher soothed his friend as he untied the note and read it's contents. "The foolish bastard." He sighed. "Send a carrier pigeon to N'ka Fal. He will know. Bacca attacks a mystic investigation, I must intervene." He remounted his steed, kicked it's sides and charged off into the west. The creature sprout wings and soared into the clouds. Mog stepped out to let the carrier pigeon go. "And to think, in the end, my greatest enemy would become my most valuable ally..."