The Master (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
beholdthedrums) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
warforged2014-06-12 01:57 am
beholdthedrums) wrote in warforged2014-06-12 01:57 am
Entry tags:
he will sell your soul to the grave [closed to blacksworn]
Who: The Master, blacksworn
What: The Master's collecting data from his flightmates about who knows who from what flight. And hey, he'll even share the info with everyone! ...if they care. And if they actually tell him anything.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum
When: June 12th I guess lol.
Warnings \o_O/
Note: To make things easierfor me, he's having these convos one on one!
Look, none of them are friends, and every one of them has their own agenda. If one of the blacksworn hadn't realized this yet, they were either new, or a moron. But hey, maybe they should at least make use of each other, right? Pool together some semblance of resources to appease their dragon overlord, and continue on their deceitful ways, preferably with other flights first, and each other second.
Sounds reasonable? One can only hope.
So the Master's seeking out his fellow 'sworn, approaching each more or less the same. "For the benefit of everyone living in this lovely firepit, I thought it was high-time we get a tally of our resources; and by resources, I mean people we know in other flights. Ideally ones who we knew before Azeroth, and not new acquaintances. Why? So we know who we can make use of in other flights."
Of course "make use" could be to get help from another flight, or to ruin them from the inside out. It's completely sensible.
What: The Master's collecting data from his flightmates about who knows who from what flight. And hey, he'll even share the info with everyone! ...if they care. And if they actually tell him anything.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum
When: June 12th I guess lol.
Warnings \o_O/
Note: To make things easier
Look, none of them are friends, and every one of them has their own agenda. If one of the blacksworn hadn't realized this yet, they were either new, or a moron. But hey, maybe they should at least make use of each other, right? Pool together some semblance of resources to appease their dragon overlord, and continue on their deceitful ways, preferably with other flights first, and each other second.
Sounds reasonable? One can only hope.
So the Master's seeking out his fellow 'sworn, approaching each more or less the same. "For the benefit of everyone living in this lovely firepit, I thought it was high-time we get a tally of our resources; and by resources, I mean people we know in other flights. Ideally ones who we knew before Azeroth, and not new acquaintances. Why? So we know who we can make use of in other flights."
Of course "make use" could be to get help from another flight, or to ruin them from the inside out. It's completely sensible.
no subject
She doesn't, if only because there's a part of her chiding the rest. Surion wouldn't appreciate it. And Deathwing-- who's to say what he thinks, really? Riven sees the fire on the Master's hands, and that seals it. She has no desire to make this the hill she dies on.
Today. "You aren't worth the effort," she spits, but it's disingenuous; only half true at best. If Noxus hadn't been filled with his type, if she didn't know where this ended, maybe she could say it in all earnesty.
Her scowl only deepens as she adds on a friendly warning: "Watch your step, Master."
no subject
"You'll wish you had," he sneers at her, spit on his lips. If she does have allies, he'll find them. He'll take them apart and make sure that she knows it's because she refused to work with him in this.