12-11-2016, 12:51 AM
The trip to cover the remaining distance to the castle itself was a blessedly short one, and soon enough he was before the ancient edifice, staring up at it. The dim red glow of his eyes burned in the pale mists shrouding the area, and studying it intently. The larger portion of his mystic might had been taken from him, and now he cursed that fact all over again when he realized that his wide-reaching senses were among the missing parts of his strength. He could practically smell the magic saturating the area, but could tell little more about it than that it was present, and quite potent. Not that such a realization was of any significant help to him; he had guessed that when he was still distant and had barely glimpsed the structure.
The looming feeling of someone else approaching drew his attention away from the castle itself, his head slowly twisting about to scan the immediate area until he located the individual in question. Slowly, Mumm-Ra's eyes narrowed into bare slits, only the ever-present glow marking them as still open. He hunched down in the saddle, studying the towering figure intently as it spoke up, posing questions and asserting his command. The most prominent thing was his identifying of himself as one Lord Illidan Stormrage. It would appear he had found the one he was sent here after, without any searching through the castle needed at all.
The final question posed to him was the one which finally drew a response. " Greetings to you...Lord Stormrage," he hissed, his expression curling into a grin that bared his teeth as he sat a little straighter in the saddle. "I am Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living. And I have indeed come to answer your summons." He left out his distaste for ever following the orders and commands of another. He knw full well that despite how much of an inversion it would be for one such as he to follow the commands of any creature save his dark masters, the Ancient Spirits of Evil, he was still lost in this place. Orders could mean information he did not have, and that would color his decision-making. Unpleasant and distasteful, but necessary, if only for the moment.
"My sorcery...is at your command when you march on Darkshire."
The looming feeling of someone else approaching drew his attention away from the castle itself, his head slowly twisting about to scan the immediate area until he located the individual in question. Slowly, Mumm-Ra's eyes narrowed into bare slits, only the ever-present glow marking them as still open. He hunched down in the saddle, studying the towering figure intently as it spoke up, posing questions and asserting his command. The most prominent thing was his identifying of himself as one Lord Illidan Stormrage. It would appear he had found the one he was sent here after, without any searching through the castle needed at all.
The final question posed to him was the one which finally drew a response. " Greetings to you...Lord Stormrage," he hissed, his expression curling into a grin that bared his teeth as he sat a little straighter in the saddle. "I am Mumm-Ra, the Ever-Living. And I have indeed come to answer your summons." He left out his distaste for ever following the orders and commands of another. He knw full well that despite how much of an inversion it would be for one such as he to follow the commands of any creature save his dark masters, the Ancient Spirits of Evil, he was still lost in this place. Orders could mean information he did not have, and that would color his decision-making. Unpleasant and distasteful, but necessary, if only for the moment.
"My sorcery...is at your command when you march on Darkshire."
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