By the dark lord's beard there's going to be some serious hell to pay when I get back to Tres...
I went to the Sidious Mountain last night. Me instincts are pretty damn good and I smelled a trap all the way up those rocky steps. I was wishing I had more than me trusty razor with me... maybe a sword of damnation, or an ax o' blaze, or a bow what fired imps, or an Uzi... bloody hell more than me little nasty bit of a razor.
I crept up them stairs using me best creeping skills. There was only a single path carved into the mountain so it's not like I could sneak in the back door. At the top of the stairs was a doorway carved into the living rock. It was decorated with fearsome figures of demonic gods and nameless horrors feasting on human flesh... it was actually quite lovely.
As I descended into the bowels of the mountain the air became rank with the perfume of death. It was a welcome relief from all that monkey boy smell. It was also quiet... too quiet. I expected to hear screams of torture or the scuttle of little claws on stone but there was nothing. Torches were placed in sconces what lined the wall which gave the place an eerie light that reminded me of home.
Down I went into the depths of this rocky abode and all the while me hackles is standing up and doing a tango along me spine. I couldn’t take it any more and I morphed out of me monkey boy outfit into me full demon corpus. It felt good to be in me own skin. I goes from about five foot six inches to over seven feet tall when I’m in me own body which is the way I likes it.
I loped into what was obviously the main chamber of Sidious’s little hell house. I found him sitting on a rocky throne in the back of the room which was devoid of furnishings. The torches that lined the walls cast a wonderful evil light to this impressive looking monkey boy. He appeared to be one of them dark skinned Indian types of humans, but was much larger than most. His eyes were deep set and soulless, his large head was shaved bare and his massive, muscular upper frame was coated in oil. A longish broad nose centered a face which was a bare extension of his skull. He was a rather good looking fella I thought.
Thin lips cracked what might have been a smile or a sneer, I’m not sure which, and he says to me, “So Aimless Bottlebottom finally we meet.”
“Nice place you got here Sidious. It’s a bit bare of furnishings, but I’m partial to rock me-self,” I says to him.
“I didn’t summon you here to discuss interior decorating. There are schemes in motion, plans of dire consequence.”
“And that would be why I can’t find no second ringers and only Administration types?”
That smile got nasty and he responded with just one word, “Precisely,” and then he winked out. He winked out!
“Bloody hell!!!!” I says to me-self. It was only a bloody apparition and here I was at a cul-de-sac with only one way out and what do I hear coming down that exit? Administration!
I could feel their bloody auras like a punch to the gut. It felt like there had to be half a dozen of ‘em and they was strong. I was guessing Michael was with them and that was one Archangel I didn’t want to dance with.
I looked all around, but there was no other exit, secret or otherwise and no place to hide. I sucked up me Aura real tight and executed me darkness spell. Then I launched me-self to the ceiling and scrunched real tight up into a corner near the door.
Then they came in…
Oooops! Gotta go! I’ll tell the rest of me adventure tomorrow.
- Aimless
I went to the Sidious Mountain last night. Me instincts are pretty damn good and I smelled a trap all the way up those rocky steps. I was wishing I had more than me trusty razor with me... maybe a sword of damnation, or an ax o' blaze, or a bow what fired imps, or an Uzi... bloody hell more than me little nasty bit of a razor.
I crept up them stairs using me best creeping skills. There was only a single path carved into the mountain so it's not like I could sneak in the back door. At the top of the stairs was a doorway carved into the living rock. It was decorated with fearsome figures of demonic gods and nameless horrors feasting on human flesh... it was actually quite lovely.
As I descended into the bowels of the mountain the air became rank with the perfume of death. It was a welcome relief from all that monkey boy smell. It was also quiet... too quiet. I expected to hear screams of torture or the scuttle of little claws on stone but there was nothing. Torches were placed in sconces what lined the wall which gave the place an eerie light that reminded me of home.
Down I went into the depths of this rocky abode and all the while me hackles is standing up and doing a tango along me spine. I couldn’t take it any more and I morphed out of me monkey boy outfit into me full demon corpus. It felt good to be in me own skin. I goes from about five foot six inches to over seven feet tall when I’m in me own body which is the way I likes it.
I loped into what was obviously the main chamber of Sidious’s little hell house. I found him sitting on a rocky throne in the back of the room which was devoid of furnishings. The torches that lined the walls cast a wonderful evil light to this impressive looking monkey boy. He appeared to be one of them dark skinned Indian types of humans, but was much larger than most. His eyes were deep set and soulless, his large head was shaved bare and his massive, muscular upper frame was coated in oil. A longish broad nose centered a face which was a bare extension of his skull. He was a rather good looking fella I thought.
Thin lips cracked what might have been a smile or a sneer, I’m not sure which, and he says to me, “So Aimless Bottlebottom finally we meet.”
“Nice place you got here Sidious. It’s a bit bare of furnishings, but I’m partial to rock me-self,” I says to him.
“I didn’t summon you here to discuss interior decorating. There are schemes in motion, plans of dire consequence.”
“And that would be why I can’t find no second ringers and only Administration types?”
That smile got nasty and he responded with just one word, “Precisely,” and then he winked out. He winked out!
“Bloody hell!!!!” I says to me-self. It was only a bloody apparition and here I was at a cul-de-sac with only one way out and what do I hear coming down that exit? Administration!
I could feel their bloody auras like a punch to the gut. It felt like there had to be half a dozen of ‘em and they was strong. I was guessing Michael was with them and that was one Archangel I didn’t want to dance with.
I looked all around, but there was no other exit, secret or otherwise and no place to hide. I sucked up me Aura real tight and executed me darkness spell. Then I launched me-self to the ceiling and scrunched real tight up into a corner near the door.
Then they came in…
Oooops! Gotta go! I’ll tell the rest of me adventure tomorrow.
- Aimless
