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Scribbl 13 PressConf Lords of the Silent Death
Press Conference - Lords of the Silent Death
“What is the focusss of the Lordsss of the Sssilent Death you asssk insssignificant man-thing?” Glowing green eyes peer out from beneath a thick black cowl, a cowl from which the tips of curved horns protrude even farther than the scarred snout that display a maw of needle-like teeth.
“Our focusss isss asss it hasss ever been-been… dominance-death of the man-thingsss from Cathay and Nippon! Eshin are the right-true mastersss of the deadly artsss and pretendersss shall be dealt with!” Spittle flies with the vehemence these words are uttered, and it is clear the terrified reporter is wondering, not for the first time, whether conducting this interview in person was a terrible idea.
A clawed hand trailing faint wisps of what can only assumed to be warpstone dust rises to clench in a fist. “We Nightlordsss plot-plan in the warpstone springsss deep beneath the Infinity Pit the deathsss of our hated rival-foesss.”
One clawed finger extends from his fist. “The dessspicable man-thing known as After the Lotusss Flowersss Have Opened shall know dread-fear before the end.”
A second clawed finger rises to join the first, “The hated-loathed Ronin Four Finger Death Punch shall howl-wail asss our claws rip-tear hisss flesh. Thisss ssseassson or another they will meet their fate-end and the Nightlordssss will gloat-glory!”
Nurgrin stands and he makes a dismissive gesture. “Those fool man-thingsss from the north… these Hung… do not yet know the folly-madness of opposssing the Lordsss… they will learn and will depart the field with many tearsss and the gnashing of nubby man-teeth.”
“Now… man-thing from SssCRIBBL, it isss time for me to return to my meditation in the ssspringsss. Depart-leave… if you can” With a swirling of his night-black the grizzled Nightlord sweeps from the room leaving the nervous SCRIBBL reporter to sign-off.
“Well*cough*... there you have it loyal SCRIBBL readers, a prediction of blood, tears, and the *cough* gnashing of nubby man-teeth?”