[color=#e3e0e0][center][b][h3]Promien The Rotting[/h3][/b][/center][/color]
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[b]Location:[/b] The Blasted Castle || [b]Time:[/b] Morning || [b]Interactions:[/b] Anyone Nearby
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[quote=@Mae]
[@ZAVAZggg] [b]6[/b]
You motion to the skeletal servant to fetch you a refresher, but either you put too much power into it or the arcane energies inbued it a little too much. Soon you have every Skeletal servant in the room bringing you tea, each of them crowding around your chair, holding out saucers and mugs and appropriately named bone china teacups, all brewed to unnatural levels of ultimate perfection. 
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Promien let out another sigh as he took a cup of tea before motioning for the skeletons to set the rest at various parts of the table for the other members that were currently gathered for their little meeting, one which had started without his knowing to boot thanks to that daft miscalculation on his part. Maybe they would drink, maybe not, at this point he really didn't care. He did have to force himself to suppress a chuckle upon hearing Shandris' remarks however, for it tickled him right to the bone.

[color=#e3e0e0]"Why what I planned to do from the very moment I joined this silly little gaggle of would-be conquerors..."[/color]

He smirked, expression clear for all to see since he wasn't currently wearing his hood.

[color=#e3e0e0]"Become a lich. If there's one thing I've learned over the last couple of years, it's that taking over the world and spreading chaos is far harder in practice than it is in theory. But by all means, feel free to launch some foolish crusade at the greatest wane in your collective power."[/color]

Promien paused to take a sip of his tea.

[color=#e3e0e0]"I still get the remnants after all."[/color]