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[Thraxas]

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The horrendous reek of putrefaction and rotting gore preceded her appearance. Thraxas smelled her long before she had even begun ascending the stairs to his office above the tavern at Covenant Castle. He leaned back in his mock dais of Lord British and waited, gently stroking his fire-red goatee.

She was dressed in blackened bone armor, save for a crimson skirt and sandals. At her throat she wore a red gorget and atop her head the burnt remains of some long-dead hart's head and antlers. In her right hand she sported an ebony-feathered cane. Rounding the corner of the stairs, she stopped and took note of him. "Lord Thraxas, I presume?"

Thraxas smiled. At last the Lich Lord had sent an emissary to talk. "The very one," he replied, extending a hand to usher her forward into a stone chair across from him. "Please, be seated."

She complied in part, stepping into the room, but she did not sit. "I prefer to stand, if you don't mind." Her answer was not a question.

Concealing his disappointment, Thraxas nodded. "As you wish. So, you know who I am... who are you?"

"My name is Magda Ruk. I am High Priestess to the daemon god Og'Garoth whom you also serve. I come to bring you a message from him."

Thraxas frowned. "What, am I so far beneath him now that he will not speak to me directly as before? " He leaned forward slightly. "I take that as an insult."

Undaunted, Magda replied. "He does not care what you think, nor do I. I am only here to tell you what he demands I tell you. So you must listen carefully to my words, daemon lord."

Thraxas could feel his temper rising and fought for control; his eyes flashing red only slightly. "It is good for you that I am not in a bad mood today, woman! Speak and be gone from here!"

"The god tells you that he is expecting you to increase sacrifices to him. He knows what your intentions are, but he does not like the delays. If you will continue to have his blessing and not suffer his curse, you must accelerate your plans. He sends me to the Lich Lord Church, to assure him that our sect remains faithful to the creed of the dark ones, despite your deviations and slow methods. I am not to mediate between you and the Lich, but between the god and he, to put things to right. " She pointed a bony finger at him. "You are given a reprieve daemon lord. Use it wisely or lose his favor!" She finished and turned to leave, descending the stairs whence she came.

Thraxas' first and most powerful impulse was to burn her to a cinder where she stood, but he resisted. He knew she spoke the words of the god and while it would not necessarily offend him if he fried her, it would not change a thing she said. He was more than a little proud to have refused the urge. Power over his own whims was nevertheless a form of control.

Magda ignored the barkeep and exited the castle. She had visited Charnel Hill several times already, worshipping at the shrine there, dropping sacrifices as she did. She would do so again and again, until she delivered her message to the Overlord and fulfilled her task.

Thraxas deliberated her message. "Accelerate your plans" That could ruin everything.
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