Post by Revyn Rydenborne on Jan 2, 2015 5:41:07 GMT -5
A large stone table stood, only illuminated by the flickers of candle fire, spanning as far as the eye could see. On either side of the table, also as far as the eye could see, sat a handbook worth of the most cruel,sadistic,evil and tormented specimens that could be brought together in one place without ripping each other apart. Why now? A common foe, a common annoyance, a common plague that has disrupted their plans and lives for over an eternity and beyond. There had not been a gathering of such magnitude since many of the members currently present were cast down and banished from the high council. But slowly, like a disease, the Kabal started to infect like a disease, spreading from the mystic community and into the mutant community. As well as benefactors, politicians, and has even reached into rogue outfits of the Askani. All sharing but one vision.
Revyn walked into the room, stopping near a large chair at the very end of the table. With so many volatile subjects, it was obvious many were casting glares and one another and various random bickering. It wasn't until Revyn slammed his hooked hand onto the stone slab, did the room grow eerily quiet. " Ladies and gentleman, and other variable miscreants." He nodded before sitting down.
" As you all may well know, most of the head of the Kabal are out in operation, so until they arrive, I am in charge of our little gathering here." Revyn cleared his throat. " I am Revyn Rydenborne, and as my last name suggests, I have come to expect no disrespect from anyone here." " As it will not simply be means of removal from council, but removal of your life from this plane of existence." Revyn merely smiled at the silence. " Good, now with that out of the way."
Revyn folded his hands in front of him. " It is quite simple why we are here, a very large red headed nuisance that has been a bane on our existence since the very fabric of time began to tick away." " Not to mention her newfound lapdog that she keeps around to hump her leg every 5 minutes." Sporadic laughter filled the room, but Revyn's expression did not change. " Even when she was simply sheltered by her drunken myriad of family members and pets, she has always found a way to defy the odds of being touched by Mistress deaths cruel fingertips." " But now she also has the protection of the spandex squad they call the X-Men as well." Revyn sat up from his chair, and began to wander about the room. " No matter how much we even the odds, a direct war would only continue our history of defeat by the hands of that red headed witch."
A voice spoke up. " So what do we do?" Revyn stopped, then spun around to address the room. " We sever her ties, we break those around her, we turn her allies into enemies, and when they are at their weakest, we strike and break their resolve until there is none left to grasp onto." A unconvinced voice. " It's been done, they see through any illusions we attempt, anything we try to do...." Revyn lifted his hand as to shush the voice. " And that is where we will have our advantage, WE will not be the cause of the rift." " Anyone that knows our little red headed vixen, knows she has a history of being a loose cannon, with very little effort once the right buttons are pressed firmly." " They will surely see just what we want them to see whilst are hands are clean to all those who seek."
Revyn walked into the room, stopping near a large chair at the very end of the table. With so many volatile subjects, it was obvious many were casting glares and one another and various random bickering. It wasn't until Revyn slammed his hooked hand onto the stone slab, did the room grow eerily quiet. " Ladies and gentleman, and other variable miscreants." He nodded before sitting down.
" As you all may well know, most of the head of the Kabal are out in operation, so until they arrive, I am in charge of our little gathering here." Revyn cleared his throat. " I am Revyn Rydenborne, and as my last name suggests, I have come to expect no disrespect from anyone here." " As it will not simply be means of removal from council, but removal of your life from this plane of existence." Revyn merely smiled at the silence. " Good, now with that out of the way."
Revyn folded his hands in front of him. " It is quite simple why we are here, a very large red headed nuisance that has been a bane on our existence since the very fabric of time began to tick away." " Not to mention her newfound lapdog that she keeps around to hump her leg every 5 minutes." Sporadic laughter filled the room, but Revyn's expression did not change. " Even when she was simply sheltered by her drunken myriad of family members and pets, she has always found a way to defy the odds of being touched by Mistress deaths cruel fingertips." " But now she also has the protection of the spandex squad they call the X-Men as well." Revyn sat up from his chair, and began to wander about the room. " No matter how much we even the odds, a direct war would only continue our history of defeat by the hands of that red headed witch."
A voice spoke up. " So what do we do?" Revyn stopped, then spun around to address the room. " We sever her ties, we break those around her, we turn her allies into enemies, and when they are at their weakest, we strike and break their resolve until there is none left to grasp onto." A unconvinced voice. " It's been done, they see through any illusions we attempt, anything we try to do...." Revyn lifted his hand as to shush the voice. " And that is where we will have our advantage, WE will not be the cause of the rift." " Anyone that knows our little red headed vixen, knows she has a history of being a loose cannon, with very little effort once the right buttons are pressed firmly." " They will surely see just what we want them to see whilst are hands are clean to all those who seek."
