Majisto: 'My tests have shown that this so-called 'ebonite' has some rather odd qualities compared to other metals on Northeros: while it is conductive to electricity, it seems to be resistant to both extreme heat and cold. Furthermore, without proper craftsmanship applied, it is rather brittle and porous.'
Majisto: 'However, its properties drastically change once magic is applied on it: it becomes malleable and elastic, allowing the user to bend its shape and form as he or she wishes. It is quite incredible that I was able to shrink that large cache into this small sample just through force of will.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Indeed, your skills are impeccable, mortal.'
Majisto: 'Ack! How did you get here!?'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Fool! What you see is not me "in the flesh", but an image I project into your mind.'
Majisto: 'Ah, long-distance telepathy I see!'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'What a idiotic thought! Only few incredibly powerful entites can reach out such distances. I'm speaking to you through the ebonite you're holding.'
Majisto: 'I wouldn't even consider such applications! To master an unknown substance this quick... your skills are up to par with the Majistik.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Bah, I didn't have to master ebonite: I AM ebonite.'
Majisto: 'Well that does give you an edg-WHAT!?'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'This shell I possess is but an avatar for me. I have manifested personally not too long ago.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'That time I was acting alone, confident I could bring this world to its knees... however my hubris became my undoing. I needed to recuperate and hatch a new plot, to which these foolish invaders lended themselves perfectly.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'I sensed you were an outsider when we first met on the fields of battle. Your skills impressed me enough for me to consider reaching out personally.'
Majisto: 'For what purpose though? I'm pretty sure there's more to this than just simple flattery.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'I am here to reason with you and your allies: surrender, as you have no hope to survive if you wish to fight me.'
Majisto: 'I'm not sure if your previous defeat taught you anything at all.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Allow me to explain: just as I am one with ebonite, so is this land one with me. Now that I awakened, it is of my best interest to safeguard this land from outsiders until I do not reach my goals.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'There are forces beyond this realm whose arsenal surpasses anything you have ever encountered before!'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Not to mention other omnipotent entities your feeble mind would fail to comprehend.'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'If you were to fight me, you would risk rendering your precious land and its primitive people to fall victims to forces far dreadful than mine.'
Majisto: 'Even if that is true, you would need much more than threats to keep us from fighting. I've seen what the people of this land are capable to do in times of peril. We are more than willing to take on you, the Falx, or any other force that is stupid enough to challenge us!'
Torquemada, Ebon-clad: 'Looks like I was wrong. You're nothing but a delusional old man clinging to false hope. I'll see you on the battlefield then. I'll let you know though: the more magic you feed ebonite, the stronger it gets; the stronger I get.
*The possessed Torquemada leaves Majisto's mind and shatters his ebonite into useless fragments.*
Majisto: 'This is terrible news! We must stop the Falx and their true master before it's too late!'
lol j/k
did he do?
