Master Grey,
It has been far too long, sir. I was very pleased to receive your missive the other
day, I am truly glad that you found me.
You manipulative, over-bearing, self-righteous hypocrite! I never liked you, after I died
I was glad to be released from the chains that bound me to your service...now, however, I have NEW
chains to break...
Life in Stygia is not all that difficult. My skills as a majordomo were quickly noticed and I was
enlisted ENSLAVED! into the service of the Legion of Fate, part of the Hierarchy within the
World of the Dead.
But Sire, I have troubling news. There seems to be strange storms brewing in the Shadowlands.
Spectres, those Restless Dead possessed by the force of Oblivion, are growing ever stronger, and far
more numerous. Even my Shadow, that which is darkest within me and seeks the embrace of Oblivion, seems
to be growing stronger, and yet, I can also sometimes sense that it too is afraid.
Okay, blabbermouth wants to spill the beans, well, the information he wants to tell you is as confused as
he is. No one, no Thing knows what is going on, it is all just mere speculation! So you can have the bloody
information, fat lot of good it will do you, it's all worthless anyways!
Your Ever Loyal Servant(Sychophant!)
Marcus
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