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!y15cQl1vv6 05/11/11(Wed)21:06 No.14895370>>14895141
Three hours, oh Dark One. It only takes a bite, and they're completely under the control of whoever made the pie.
>>14895093
But of course, sire! Brilliant! Now you need only find someone else willing to sacrifice their soul, that you might create the contract.
>>14895107
This country is Ferdnia, as you are aware. The country it went to war with was Picardwall.
As for its size, well, it's very small. Picardwall was actually just a city, even though most people are loath to admit it. It's ruled by a monarchy, with Dukes and Lords and whatnot. You are in an isolated are of Ferdnia, away from all that, but you still get the occasional Sir Jackass or Lady Annoyingbitch visiting, expecting to be treated like some kind of god. It has some small mineral wealth, but most of it is buried in mountains. The farmland is pretty fertile, though most of the common folk are completely retarded when it comes to farming. Also unhygienic.
The population figures, as you know them, are roughly 80% commoner, 5% nobility, 5$ foreigner, and 10% mindless ravenous zombie. The zombies are a gift from Picardwall, let loose during the war.
The spider slowly approaches the tower, your orders to zigzag slowing it down, but preventing proper tracking. It eventually finds its way to your hidden tower, moving through the caverns to the small opening in the mountain's center. As it enters the tower, you meet it downstairs, and take the books from its cold, rusty limbs. They are books on Shadow magic, dealing with proper contract formatting and corporate charters, Arcane magic, dealing with freeze rays and fire beams, and a book on Divine magic, regarding healing yourself. With magic, of course.
You have all the ingredients for the Control Pie, oh evil one. Though it won't taste very good, I can assure you. |
