[b]A New Evil[/b] [u]Somewhere far from Prillion...[/u] A pair of bony fingers with long, black fingernails click on the table. The Gravekeeper walks over, bringing a tray that has a large bloody leg laying across it. Leg of Mage. Delicious. "Gjuu jion wery rhiad, mey astraw?" The Gravekeeper groans. "Tuic. Guff niuo." The Alchemist says in a raspy and dry voice. He begins to tuck into the leg, digging his long claws into the raw meat and making it bleed all over the place. He looks at a holographic display. It is of Prillion. "Thdu fgi poucgo. Ihf mudt bight'mene." The Alchemist smiles with evil intent. [spoiler]Gjuu jion wery rhiad, mey astraw = Does the food please you, my master? Tuic. Guff niuo = Yes. Very nice. Thdu fgi poucgo. Ihf mudt bight'mene = A powerful province. It must be mine.[/spoiler] [spoiler]Closed, any suggestions?[/spoiler]