Well, stranger. I serve the Doom and Terror of Modern Man, Nash'rah. All who are yellow mages do so. ( Magus was awfully suspicious of the questions, but his expression remained hidden behind cloth besides the one eye poking out. ) For what purpose do these questions serve?

Majjy@mujuraofchaos.bsky.social · 2y ago

“Name… Remember…” The voices and static continued, but the figure got his point across. At least he had a name for this yellow mage. “…And Master?…” He had a sneaking suspicion. Was he here?

( He hardly noticed the masked figure as he was focused in his own Mind, which he had little of at the moment. ) Name . . Does thou mean mine or thine god's I spoke of? Mine name is Magus Veneficus, if that is what intrigued you.

Majjy@mujuraofchaos.bsky.social · 2y ago

“…” That got the masked figure’s attention. Usually, yellow mages would cast a spell to dismember limbs. This one, however, did not. Whispers were heard as the figure spoke. There were intelligible words within his static-like, garbled speech. “Name… State it…”

Thine name , Rher . I've heard of it plenty . Too bad mine master despises thine deity .

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

— 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝.