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Post by Davy Jones on Oct 27, 2019 19:42:13 GMT
"You may call me Scar. I was Ruler of the Pridelands... Until I was dethroned by my nephew. And who might you be?" Scar made his introduction as he was now curious on who he was, unaware of much legends of the sea. "I am Davy Jones. At one time, I was the captain of The Flying Dutchman, master of the Kraken, and the immortal ruler of the Seven Seas. There was a time when I could strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest men, and all sailors knew that to cross me meant a fate worse than death! My reign lasted for centuries.." Jones paused. "...until I too was overthrown." He chuckled bitterly, as he looked down at Scar. "I guess we have that in common, don't we?" |
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Post by Scar on Oct 27, 2019 19:42:57 GMT
Scar soon nodded his head in intrigue as he knew that the two were quite formidable by looks alone.
"Seems to be the case for me at least. I have murdered my own brother for the throne, with some help of course. But I WILL take back my throne. One way, or another." Scar told the two as he flexed his claws to show that he wasn't messing around, and refused to mention that he was eaten alive.
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Post by Davy Jones on Oct 27, 2019 19:45:11 GMT
Mozenrath gaped at Davy Jones. Things could go over his head, sometimes. He could be an awful hypocrite. But this time, the parallels were too strong for him not to see. "You gave up your form for power and freedom," he said in awe. "Then you understand." A laugh escaped him. "You UNDERSTAND! You're EXACTLY the sort of person I was hoping to run into. You're willing to do what it takes to get what you want, at any cost. Well, consider me impressed." He turned to Scar. "Though I am still unable to see exactly what makes you qualify to walk amongst our kind, I do have to give my sympathies to a rightful ruler dethroned by an upstart." Now stepping back (as far as the thorns would allow), bowing deeply; "I am Mozenrath. Lord of the Black Sands and herald of Hades. And connoisseur of dark magic in all forms." Jones grinned. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mozenrath. I'm glad to find a kindred spirit here." |
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 28, 2019 2:53:18 GMT
Mozenrath wasn't sure whether he was proud of Scar for being able to kill his brother when Mozenrath himself hadn't...or whether he was incredibly, unspeakably miffed that this lion had been able to pull off what he hadn't. And with no magic powers to speak of when Mozenrath had a fount of dark sorcery as deep as his life force.
"Let's just say I'm beginning to get the sense we're ALL kindred spirits," he growled, glaring at Scar.
Oh, no, turned out he was miffed. Just miffed.
"I should mention I was never deposed from my own throne," he brought up, wanting to prove superior to Scar in some way. "Just by way of conversation."
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Post by Scar on Oct 28, 2019 2:57:25 GMT
Scar sensed that Mozenrath was quite miffed, and it honestly felt satisfying as the Lion had seemed to one up Mozentath in something.
However, having heard that he hadn't lost his throne caused him to feel just as miffed, but refused to say anything as he had agreed that they were all in a sense a pair of kindred souls, much like how he was with Ratigan.
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Post by Scar on Oct 29, 2019 2:46:19 GMT
While he had felt that, he had soon made a smirk as he was soon beginning to walk away towards a cave.
"Its been quite interesting to meet the two of you, I do hope we get to know each other." Scar made his reply as he was making a confident smirk and was soon beginning to leave them.
(OOC: This is really fun ^_^, also off to make the Cave!)
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 29, 2019 2:49:13 GMT
"Waitwaitwait - " Mozenrath began to chase after Scar.
But he was already gone.
Slipped beneath the thorny vines, as a lion could.
"NO!" Mozenrath incinerated several more vines in his rage; what good did it do Scar getting out if he was still trapped in -
Wait a minute. Jones. How did Jones get in here? There must be a hidden path Mozenrath wasn't seeing.
Rounding on the captain, he demanded, "TELL ME HOW YOU WALKED IN HERE."
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Post by Davy Jones on Oct 29, 2019 2:59:29 GMT
Jones smirked in amusement at the fleeing lion, before turning to Mozenrath. "Oh, that? It was quite easy really." He demonstrated by becoming intangible and walking through a portruding vine behind him. "It's just one of my...talents."
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 29, 2019 4:06:13 GMT
Mozenrath raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips. "You know, that's really not very helpful."
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Post by Davy Jones on Oct 29, 2019 18:26:17 GMT
Jones cocked an eyebrow."You asked me how I got in here, and I gave you an honest answer. It's no fault of mine if that answer isn't to your liking." Jones took another puff from his pipe before continuing. "Besides, you are a sorcerer of some sort, are you not? A 'connoisseur of dark magic', I believe was how you put it. It shouldn't be too difficult for you to use some of that magic to escape this place."
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 29, 2019 21:38:56 GMT
...Oh.
He could just leave, couldn't he?
Well, not NOW. He couldn't let Davy Jones know he simply hadn't thought of that. No, he'd have to hand-wave it away with an excuse, then try to get Davy to leave so he could teleport without anyone ever knowing he'd been so...absent-minded.
"It doesn't work like that," he grumbled. "Actually, now that I've been here a while, I'm beginning to like the view. Maybe taking the hard way out wouldn't be so bad. But I'm sure you have other matters to attend to...exploring our citadel, meeting our other allies...you know, there's a lich here you might get along with."
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Post by Davy Jones on Oct 29, 2019 22:14:39 GMT
"Perhaps I will", Jones replied, placing his pipe back in his pocket. Although he sensed that Mozenrath was trying to get rid of him, and didn't quite believe that he was planning on 'taking the hard way out' as he claimed, he had to admit that he was interested in seeing what else lay within the castle walls, and Mozenrath's mention of a lich had piqued his curiosity. "It's been a pleasure speaking with you, Mozenrath", he said, tipping his hat to the sorcerer. "I look forward to working together in the future." With that, Jones vanished, re-materializing in another area of the castle.
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 5, 2019 5:12:11 GMT
As soon as Davy had exited, Mozenrath snapped his fingers, bringing himself to the very edge of the garden.
From out here, it almost looked impressive. He would commend its workmanship and efficacy as a torture implement...
...if it hadn't been annoying him for the past quarter hour.
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Post by The Horned King on Nov 5, 2019 16:14:57 GMT
Returning to the courtyard once more, the Horned King scanned the estate, trying to locate the entrance to the thorn gardens. He had been told it was off somewhere from where everyone had initially arrived, yet the king had not seen such back then. Though, in truth, the decor and stylings of the castle were not the first thoughts on his mind upon exiting the portal. Judging Maleficent's gardening talents were the furthest from his mind upon coming back from the dead... again.
It did not take long before the darkened eyes of the king found themselves what could only be the opening to the gardens: a grand arch trellis, almost tunnel like in size and length, covered completely in sharp, dark, tendril like vines. Though a bit excessive, it certainly seemed to fit the Mistress of All Evil and her gothic ensemble.
"How... quaint," the Horned King deadpanned, approaching the opening and taking care not let the thorns of the many, many creeping plants tear his robe.
The king was all but expecting to have to enter the labyrinthian gardens to search for the boy sorcerer in blue. Yet, as fortune would have it, upon clearing the arching entranceway the lich found none other than Mozenrath himself, glaring angrily into the gardens. He knew not the reason why such scenery would deserve such scorn from the young mage.
But given the boy's dramatic flair during the introductions, he was sure to find out.
"Does Maleficent's choice in greenery not suit your fancy, boy?" The Horned King asked, approaching Mozenrath. "Perhaps a stray thorn tore your cloth? Perhaps one of the others could sew it for you."
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 5, 2019 17:13:21 GMT
He knew that voice, and it sent a chill of absolute dread down his spine.
Far be it from Mozenrath to say he was afraid of anyone or anything. But the lich...
Was it because he looked like he was in a constant state of plotting the demise of those around him? Or was it because his visage reminded Mozenrath of what he, himself, might become through overuse of the gauntlet?
He whipped around to look the man in the eye, putting on a confident facade. If he wasn't the bigger shark in the sea here...he would have to act like he was and hope the Horned King would take the bait.
"I can take care of my own wardrobe," he spat. "No, my problem with these gardens is that they were obviously designed as a punishment facility for the enemy, and yet our supervisors think nothing of using it on their underlings as well. That's your warning to watch your step around them. Hades in particular. And seeing as I now speak for Hades...well, I think you get the picture."
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