Spacecat Meets the Reptite King
Spacecat Meets the Reptite King

His Dark Lordship

The 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.

"Yes?"

Spacecat

Azala. 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 Lordship

Azala sighs.

"The mystics are here on their own interests. And so am I." he walked about a little "The lizar are in their homes. It is impossible for the moogles, or the mystics, or anyone to penetrate the continent. Too many gigantic predators. They are unskilled in the knowledge of the ancients. All they know are the bones of those that failed to survive."

"As for my blood brother, his death woke the mystics up. I am not sure of his plan, but the mystics are involved somehow. So, I will not confront them unless the need is truly dire."

He shrugged.

"Anything else?"

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 Lordship

OOC: LOL!

IC:

"You really do not understand. Mog has already won. The mystics are likely here for a piece of the pie. We're investigating. The orks are here for fun. The human groups are here to make themselves look good. It has already fallen into place. We can help hold the moogles back, but it is obvious already that the mystics and the moogles will fight."

Spacecat

"Oh, okay. Well, see ya later, dude!" Spacecat leaves.

His Dark Lordship

Azala lets out a smile.

"What? You're not coming in for a taste of Reptilian Wine?" He shrugs "I wasted about a week sitting out here chatting with you, I figure you owe me a drink."

Spacecat

"Sure!" says Spacecat. He comes with Azala.

His Dark Lordship

So 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.

"Finest Berries grow in the tropics." laughed Azala.

The wine was awfully rich, but it tasted fantastic.