Message #130335

[Logar]

Usul had one last use for the demonic head given to him by the mysterious 'A'
After having groomed his 'guest' for several weeks, his guest was ready for a sermon to bring him into the 'Temple of the Black Sun'. Unfortunately for him, Usul had another idea.

Roleplay from Usul Soul

During one of his expedition strolls around his City of Azros, Usul had approached and got talking with a construction worker supervisor leaning against a stone block, casually watching his men toiling in the hot midday sun. For two hours, Usul conversed with the superviser, cleverly practicing his persuasive skills on the young man of giant stature.
Now after several weeks of many discussions with Usul, the construction worker found himself once again sat with Usul in the lectern chamber, deeply interested in the teachings of the Book of Zraath. As requested, Erasmus had arrived with the head of the demon concealed beneath the red silken cloth.
"Are you ready my friend?" Usul asked the construction worker. He answered Yes with an enthusiastic nod, unaware of what this particular sermon truly involved.
Uncooked fresh meat was served on a silver platter and silver challices filled with the Blood of Beast followeed. And so the ritualistic sermon began....

After an hour using their various shamanistic techniques, their victim lay in a docile state of trance. This was the moment the demon head was unsheathed before him. To Usul's surprise, he noticed the head in a state of decay. Erasmus, noticing his Chancellors observation stated "We have not long M'lord. We better make this quick!"
Erasmus held the head as they began minipulating the mind of their unsuspecting victim, whilst the head crumbled between his fingers.
When Erasmus's hands were empty and a pile of fine dust lay at his feet, he asked "Do you think we had enough time, Usul?"
"We can only hope my friend, let's hope" Usul replied,  "Ok Erasmus, do it!"
Zraathen--the new name given and instilled in to the mind of their victim--fell down unconsious from a swift blow to the head with a club. Tied up and a hood placed over his head, Erasmus dragged him out of the chamber, summoned assistance from the guards and transported him to the docks.

Zraathen was now on his way to the newly arisen War Islands of the South.