[h3][color=#ae098c]M[/color][color=#ba0893]a[/color][color=#c5069b]g[/color][color=#d105a2]'[/color][color=#dc04a9]m[/color][color=#e803b0]o[/color][color=#f301b8]r[/color][color=#ff00bf]a[/color] [color=#ff0092]- Lust[/color]
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Mag’mora regarded Nemorus suspiciously as the gargoyle spoke, but listened. She began to question just [i]why[/i] the creature’s new mistress desired to invite them when Ag’thal spoke up. The Sin of Greed could be insightful when it chose to be, a thought Mag’mora attempted to relay in her shadowy expression as Ag’thal peered over to her with those many eyes.

She scoffed at Nemorus' next words.

[color=#ff0092]“Oh, out of the good of her heart? Hah, I’m so sure!”[/color] The shadow beast shook its head then seemed to collapse where it stood, flitting along the grey dirt of this long-forgotten pit as a black haze until it recongealed beside the gargoyle as it latched onto Ag’thal. [color=#ff0092]“[i]That said[/i], I won’t say no. This pudgy little pawn is quite right, brothers, there’s nowhere left but up.”[/color] Her shadowy wings fluttered and arm extended to point a singular wispy finger up. 

[color=#ff0092]“So let us begin. Call on your master. I desire to meet her and play with the mortals. That would be much preferable to languishing away here for a few millennia...”[/color]