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[color=cccccc]You sit in the Grand Chamber of the Black Castle, located in the depths of the Blasted Land. This place has been the home base of the Council of Evil for over a thousand years, each successive generation of would-be evil mages building and adding and twisting the halls of their home to suit them. Beneath your feet roam miles upon miles of strange weaving corridors and rooms, descending into ancient alien ruins, and beneath the ground lie prisons and dungeons for magical reagents.

The Blasted Lands themselves are a bastion of bizarre magical energy. A magical cataclysm back in the last age has left the magic here both potent and dangerous. No mundane would dream of living here if they had other options, as even basic beasts are warped or granted intelligence in this realm. This land grants a respite from prying eyes, and being Mages of Great Ambition, you fear not the wild magic that lurks, ready to change your spells. You're powerful, after all, aren't you? There is no need to fear such things...

[color=white][center]But none of that is important now.[/center][/color]
You gather together around a ridiculously large round table. There are various maps and empty tankards and fine china strewn across the thing as you had spent the day discussing your next move. The lands beyond yours had allied together, the villages in your reaches no longer paid you tribute, and people had all but forgotten your existence.

It was time to remind them. It was time to take over the world.[/color]