Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150308194252

(Been wating for the right time for this. Now seems foreboding enough...)

A tall figure sat upon a throne, across from which twelve others stood. The room was untouched by light, save a flickering hologram between the throned one and the others. No sound stirred the air save the hiss of machinery and the half-heard words of a dead laugange that clung to the chamber itself. The hologram stirred, tendrils of un-light moving to display a lone mote of light that drifted slowly towards a sphere abowe which five others hung. The throned one spoke. "Another spark pierces the veil..." It spoke as if it had not used its native tounge in a long time. One of the twelve spoke. "All have yet set down upon the moon of dead ice..." Another spoke. "Where storms and flames rage..." A fourth said its piece. "what is their purpose?" The throned one lifted its head; silencing the rest. "It matters not why they came here, only their presence matters. For now, we wait. But they will soon learn why no servant of the light returns from the deep black..."