"Remember my pupil thou shall kill for me and eventually when I am finally out in the sweet embrace of death only then thou shall be the master" Lord Thade said to his kneeling pupil as he lectured him upon the power that would be bestowed upon him once he died, his pupil a brother from a life long forgotten.
Ignorantly and with a tinge of defiance he asks " But master do you know when death will open her arms for you or so you see an end coming down upon you from within" Lord Thade's cold gaze falls on his young charge, still too full of life, too full of hope and lastly too full of greed "Do not despair tha'ga your time will come. . . just. . . be patient my demise shall arrive eventually and the undead horde shall be yours to command" Lord Thade finally answered "Just remember do not be brash or you shall become a burden to our master do not be passionate for you shall be blinded, emotions like love, hatred, anger, fear, compassion have no place in this catacombs not with the energies I am willing to teach you how to tame but my most important lesson my pupil is . . . Love is the deceiver of hearts, the deceiver of fools, remember I was once a fool I only hope you manage to avoid such a path" and as he said this tha'ga noticed regret creeping on his masters gaze, regret quickly burried and replaced by its cold lifeless stare and as his master returned to talk about the energies of the fen.
The greed within Tha'ga grew.
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Lord Thade es un romántico, "thou shall fear the path of darkness when it comes from dispair, a resolution of a lost love, the mask of pain in every cold gaze".
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