It was a bizarre sight, a lone cycloptic figure standing on a stage before a group of other figures. The figure looked like a man in black armour, only instead of a face it had one large red eye. The stage wasn't really a stage though. It was pile of rubble piled together to make the figures soap box.
Its audience were a crowd of similar figures, all jet black with single eyes. They varied in size and build though and were all paying attention.
There was twelve of them, thirteen if you counted the one on the stage. Fifteen if you counted the two standing off to the sides of the main group.
"We have been given a second chance shadelords," The figure with the red eye began, "After our failure in the grand battle our master punished the absent shadelord with a voice and awareness. Somehow that punishment began to spread to each individual one of us. We are all now cursed with awareness, no longer in the blissful state of servitude we were before."
"But with this curse we are granted our second chance," Its tone was booming and its one eye was blazing, "We can use our new found intelligence to serve our master! Our master is weakened from the grand battle, but we are strong still. We can collect the keys that would lead to our masters revival!"
"A champion, a pure sacrifice and an infinite amount of energy created from mortal souls."
"Make haste and discover where we can find these. But be careful, we do not want our hiding place found before we are ready. This is why you must do whatever it takes to succeed. Kill any mortal, capture any soul, destroy any lives.
"That is all." The black armoured figure truly believed it was still in charge... But only time would tell what the other shadelords would decide.
((This is not meant to be responded too, it is simply the shadelord player's starting pistol.
With that said... Go.))
