!y15cQl1vv6 05/13/11(Fri)21:43 No.14918509|
These adventurers, small groups of thieves, low-grade mages, and unskilled swordsmen, have been using Mooncrown as a base of operations for the past two months. What's worse, along with the adventurers came merchants, artisans, and other rabble. Along with OTHER RACES, if you can believe it. Damned elves and their stupid gracefulness. Bah! Oh I long for the old days of barbarism and- oh, I'm drifting off topic.
Mooncrown's population, once a measly 600 strong, has quadrupled in the past two months, as people fleeing the war have moved to this small corner of Ferdnia. This only made it harder to keep the construction of your tower a secret, but, with the dozens of new spiders you have created with the now-city's taxes, you have managed to complete it ahead of schedule. Almost, at any rate. They're still working on the 'zombie mind control' aspect of your tower, but apart from that it's a marvel of evil engineering.
From your tower, hidden within the Dark Mountain (Named for its dark coloring, a stark contrast against the grey mountains around it), you have watched as Mooncrown slowly grew, buildings cropping up like weeds. While the mayor, under your orders, has resisted providing status for mage guilds, and other institutions, they may soon attempt to find legal means of subverting her authority.
Apart from all this terrible news, there is some good news. Many noblemen, apparently jealous of Blackmoor's far more extravagant clothing, have commissioned their own. To that end, you have put several of your spiders on permanent fabric duty, as they weave evil and darkness into stylish suits and dresses. All, of course, with a small spider weaved into them, capable of delivering poison at any time. You are so clever in that regard, Dark One.
It is currently morning. Looking out the tower window, through the crack in the mountain, you can see the town. Expanding, ever so slowly. And all under your control, for the moment.