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[Isk]

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Smogg Azalin, Sosaria’s most ancient necromancer sat across from the Magnate in Umbra’s tavern. From behind the black metal of the Helm of Evil Isk’s envy green eyes stared at the lacquer box Smogg placed on the table. It was a simple brown box, greying with age. Within the box Isk was aware of the Gauntlet of Evil. He could feel it tugging at him, begging to be taken. The promised gift.

Smogg watched the Magnate with eager eyes. The necromancer took in the sight of Isk decked out in the Hand of Evil suit. Everything but the gauntlets. “The plots of old are coming together” Smogg said as he placed a long fingered hand on the box.




Isk nodded, leaning in closer to the box as if magnetically drawn. “It is as I said to you when we spoke years ago. I told you that this was my destiny” Isk paused as his hands traced towards the corners of the box “And now I have lived up to my side of the bargain. My allies have helped me get the Chest of Evil, now all I need is what only you can give me to spark a thousand years of darkness.”

Smogg slowly lifted the lid of the box and revealed the treasure within. The gauntlets, the Gantlets of Evil, rested covered in a blanket of shadow. In the distance a crow cried. Smogg looked at the Magnate’s hands. “Remove your gloves, I will place these upon you myself”

Isk eagerly followed the necromancer’s instructions, making his hands bare the Magnate presented them palms up. Smogg slid the gauntlets on Isk’s hands as he spoke, the ancient necromancer’s voice was but a hush “You are the suit’s champion. With this I sign my name to history. I retire from this realm, but I may return when the world is nearly destroyed… to carve my name upon its dying soil.”



With those words said Smogg spirited himself away leaving Isk to feel the power of the completed suit alone. The spirit of the armour wove itself into Isk’s being, sharing memories and ideas, sharing its power with Isk’s expanded mind. The Magnate opened and closed his gauntleted hand, relaxing and clenching it into a fist. He could hear his dreaded ancestor’s voice in his skull, beating against his brain like church bells as pure ecstasy overtook him.

“We are one now” Isk nearly cried out to the empty room. “The Hand of Evil and I, we are finally one.”

His voice suddenly deepened “The power of this suit has been dormant since the time of Mondain. Every day we will get stronger but our true power can only be awakened through sacrifice.”

“How?”

Suddenly Isk’s mind was flooded with images. In his mind he saw red wind spiraling around him as his allies fought off an attacking army. To his side the chants of the Lich Lord rang in his ear as the sky darkened. Briefly Isk could see sandstone and statues in the background. Blue cloaked warriors attacking his allies. Was it Moonglow? Was the city of Honesty the place where this ritual would play out?

“Moonglow. Will Moonglow stand alone against the coming twilight? We must speak to our allies”