He had built the building. He had interred himself in that verdammt crypt for decades on end. He'd awakened in time to seize control of it, he'd had enough sheer power at his fingertips to rend the sky and summon Namtar without having to fork over a sacrifice- it was all perfect! It should have gone off without a hitch! But there were people and they were resisting, and he'd just killed that idiot with the sword of green fire-
And the idiot had risen RIGHT BACK INTO HIS LINE OF SIGHT on the back of some kind of, of, of bronze dragon-
"Alsi ku nushi ilani mushiti, Kal amatusha malla-a sseri!!!"
"... um, what?" muttered Peter Venkman to Egon Spengler.
"Loosely translated? "Oh my God, what the fuck, get the hell out of my sight"."
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Date: 2005-10-10 05:07 am (UTC)He had built the building. He had interred himself in that verdammt crypt for decades on end. He'd awakened in time to seize control of it, he'd had enough sheer power at his fingertips to rend the sky and summon Namtar without having to fork over a sacrifice- it was all perfect! It should have gone off without a hitch! But there were people and they were resisting, and he'd just killed that idiot with the sword of green fire-
And the idiot had risen RIGHT BACK INTO HIS LINE OF SIGHT on the back of some kind of, of, of bronze dragon-
"Alsi ku nushi ilani mushiti, Kal amatusha malla-a sseri!!!"
"... um, what?" muttered Peter Venkman to Egon Spengler.
"Loosely translated? "Oh my God, what the fuck, get the hell out of my sight"."
"Okay."