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At the very throne of the arrangement, black shadows contorted and swirled until it writhed into a vaguely humanoid shape, the ends of which sporadically twisted about like small tentacles. Soon those shadows melted away, leaving behind a 7 foot tall figure dressed in black plated armor. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, ghouls and goblins, welcome to the Knights of Evil. I trust you all had no trouble finding this remote place." A clawed gauntlet gestured to the surrounding before he continued. "I am the fabled Lancelot, Destroyer of Camelot, The man responsible for your summons here, and the Dark Lord of this Realm. Of course I have yet to obtain that title, and as most of you well know, that is why you are here. You will all be my faithful knights to ensure my rise to power."

There was a pause for the armored man to look at the individuals present. "If there are any of you that wish to turn back, this is your last chance, from here on out you will be working for me and me alone. I am aware that not all of you are 'team players', and that is fine. I encourage you savage lot to gain my respect on your own merit, and I will turn a blind eye should some of you do some poor sportsmanship. However I must stress that these little, skirmishes, you may have between yourselves do not jeopardize any missions you are on, nor do I wish for those to be permanently out of commission simply because you may not like the look of someone else in this group. I may sound casual, but I trust that you understand I will be watching, and there will be consequences for those that obstruct my goal."

"In two days you will be given a mission, all of you assigned to my specifications. I do not have the current information to give you the details, but for now I will inform you that I will be dividing you into two separate assaulting forces. 
In the meantime, you will be allowed to live in my castle. I am sure you will find your rooms to your liking. You do not have to live here, but I do expect you to be here often enough to be called at the ready. 
Below this castle lies my treasure hoard, guided by a companion of mine. If you have any questions or would like to know what room you were assigned, you will ask him." As if on que, a staircase leading into  a dark chasm revealed itself behind the dark knight. 
"Now if you will excuse me I have some important business to take care of, you are free to socialize or do whatever you wish. I bid you all farewell for now."

And with that, a bright explosion consumed Lancelot. Though the explosion delivered no force nor altered any of the surroundings, Lancelot had vanished. The candles along the table flickered in unison. 
Mere moment later heavy footsteps rose from the recently uncovered stair case. Out came a tall withered man dressed in fine dark clothing. His body showed hints of strength despite the old hair and aged face. "Are there any questions?" A deep voice escaped the man as he approached the throne where Lancelot had been seated, for a mere moment his eyes had flickered into something more of a crocodile's eyes.
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