Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34183571-20190814215504/@comment-36309590-20190818212202

Wyz&#039;Ard Arogoa wrote: ZAVAZggg wrote: Zekron began weaving a spell. One he hoped would let him communicate silently with the deathly newcomer. The ring on Rotskk's hand began emit a dark green aura, it notified him of a link being established, plotting to use this to his advantage; he communicates magically with the unknown.

"The Lord of Souls sees you. I beseech thee, what brand of darkness are you" "Much the same brand as you are I would imagine, albeit far more... tangible in nature." Zekron replied, measuring Rotskk's response carefully. He may not discern anything from their interaction, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Especially with other undead. One would think that their kind had a sort of kinship, but you'd be wrong. Undead, corporeal or otherwise, were notorious for their treachery of each other. In Faerun anyway. Turns out living forever not only makes one extremely bored, but paranoid as well.

Not a good combination to have.

Zekron shook his head and broke his brief reverie, quickly turning his attention back to Rotskk. Pondering his next move a moment, Zekron decided upon a potentially risky, yet potentially rewarding, course of action. Crossing his skeletal arms over his robed ribcage, the black, tattered sleeves of his garment wafting gently despite there being no wind in the endless blue void in which he currently stood, Zekron leaned closer to the window, mentally commanding it to follow Rotskk as he moved about the arena, and began to speak.

"I have a proposition to make you." Zekron said, tilting his skull to the right slightly. "I help you survive this arena, and you help me eliminate some of the more powerful fighters. Afterwards we can part ways permanently. How does that sound?" He finished, falling silent once more, his bleached white skull illuminated by the soft light of the dimensional window. Hopefully this being would be of some use to him. If not... well he'd find a way to destroy or imprison it.

Just like he always did.