------------- Diabolist - The Summoning

Order, pure, black and evil. She wove it with the expertise of one born to divine deeds, deeds of purest evil, deeds worthy of a daughter of Hell. In the Quasi-Liche's tomb, she worked her own spells and brought forth her father's summoning circle, a thurmaturgic circle not used since the elder days, a time even before the War of Tryskellias, those hazy days of great legends and dark times before Arrallon's forced enlightenment. And her magic could not be resisted.

The ancient armor creaked under the weight of unbridled power. The monster within strained against the hold, but all it managed to achieve was the clash of its magius against hers. The thurmaturgic circle was almost forgotten. How long ago had he stood here for the first time? How dare this mortal, how dare any being summon him? He was Lord and Master, the supreme, the greatest Warlich of all time. And he'd prove it just as soon as he could figure out a way to break free of the binding spells holding him.

"You know me, Warlich?"

"You are dead, for that is all that matters. Death is all that awaits those who attempt to trifle with Lord Orlagnor."

"Save your threats. You are no more than a tool to me, and can be as easily disposed of. But there is no reason for us to be adversaries. I have need of you."

"I serve no being mortal or immortal, save one."

"Yes, I know,… my grandmother,… Tiamat."

The Warlich stood motionless. With nothing to gauge his reaction, and no need to make any kind of motion at all, he could have been a statue, or truly, just a dead skeleton with fancy armor, yet another mockery of a display piece in this mockery of a stronghold.

"I know what it is you wish, Orlagnor."

"Lord,… whelp. Daughter of my master does not make you my mistress. Nor does having the ability to control his toys make you my superior."

"My apologies, Lord. As I said. I know what it is you wish, your freedom from eternal torment, and the power to exact vengeance on those who brought you to this undead state."

"Careful you do not over estimate your information. The Seer does not know all."

"But you do wish to live again, don't you? And as no mere mortal either?"

"To live,… to feel,… to never taste death again,…"

"Then we have an agreement? Serve me as you did my father, and before your service is truly needed, you will live again, and forever."

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