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9/3/2019 6:37:54 PM
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A flash of light, and Cronos stands there, adjusting his tie and holding his brief case.
"I request an audience with the Witch Queen."
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There is no response save the sound of the roaring wind...
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"Well, that is quite... Disappointing." Cronos snaps his figures, and the storm around him clears up a bit, allowing him greater vision. He tilts his head, trying to locate the sound of the bell. Tugging on his tie, he treks onward through the snow.
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Marching through the snow towards the sound of the bells, you hear civilians crying for help off to your left
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Cronos chuckles as he brushes the snow off his suit. "Come now, Witch Queen. You can do better than that." He marches onward, ignorant of the civilians.
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[spoiler]I made a random encounter chart I'm rolling on, but I'm trying to wrap this up so I can make some dinner...soooo...[/spoiler] Through the storm, an army of Wights approaches with the Witch Queen riding ahead. "Hello, darling. Sorry I couldn't meet you sooner, I've been very busy. Now, what is it you want?"
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Cronos flicks his wrist, then everything slows to a crawl. The roaring of the wind dies down. He adjusts his tie and brushes off the snow off his suit. "My employers are... [i]concerned[/i], about the preservation of Offtopic. They do not tolerate unpredictability, Lady Death. I am sure you understand. So, I offer you a proposition: work with us, and you will be rewarded greatly. Name a price, and it will be paid."
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[i]No wealth, no ruin, no silver nor gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul...[/i] Don't worry, dear. From the ashes of the old world, something new will rise. It's the way of things. It will be over soon enough...
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Cronos shakes his head. "No, you're not understand, Lady Death. My employers will deal with you horsemen [i]personally[/i]. And when they intervene..." Cronos chuckles. "[i]Nothing[/i] lives."
