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Shadow Chorus:
The rusty doors to the large room would creak open as the lone figure entered the room. His face hidden in a dark brown cloak, all that could be seen is his rugged gray beard. In his hand sits a staff, old, and worn of age. As he walks across the entrance of the room to the large, empty, and decrepit throne on the other side, his cloak billows open, revealing more of his form. He is clothed entirely in ragged leather, from his gloves and boots to his chest. The leather is all either dark brown or a deep scarlet. The clicking of staff and boot ring out in harmony as he crosses the distance to the throne, up the old stone steps. Fireballs flick from his fingertips as he walks, into old torches long unused, flickering to life with a dreadful hiss. He turns, his cloak billowing out, and his hood falling from his face, revealing his Long gray hair and the haggard, haunted face underneath. "What do you want?" he asks, as he sits down on the throne. "I have no time for games."

(Long story Short, after keeping in Contact with Soul Reaver for some time after the Administorum went down, he told me of Clutchfiend's plan to make a new one, and then today I found this. I decided that I wanted to join on the amazing action I've seen, and I prefer to make my entrance to RP forums with a little demonstration of my style, so I put a short sample in my introduction post. Hello, everyone!)

Faidth:
Welcome to the Administorum! I really enjoyed your introduction. Great use of imagery and figurative language! I'm Faidth, Battle Master of The Legion Immortalis BB, and resident firestarter in Epic. It's awesome to have another new user! Can't wait to see what you can do!

P.S. Soul, we should give you a freaking recruiting badge. Where exactly are you driving this white van and offering candy, because apparently it's working!

john greymore:
In an alternate dimension:

Fenwick notices the king taking his seat. It was one of those days where he was moody and wanted a drink or his nails cut or asked questions as if he was asked something. Fenwick hadn't asked anything, neither did the servants... or had they? They really couldn't be sure if they did for either fear or power controlled them, or tried to. Fenwick still had some semblance of his sanity.

He ascends the steps, taking out a deck of cards from his sleeves. "A gamble? Not a game per se, it's simply fun."

(Hey how ya doing! Hope you'll enjoy yourself here :D Did you meet Soul through his maps on Warcraft 3 too? I joined right before the site went down actually)

Archdemon Stu:
So you're not even a new guy, but a returned veteran?  Awesome.  I recently joined up myself (I don't even have a 100% completed character sheet yet), and it's always comforting to see more promising players join the ranks.  Have you decided on what battle you're thinking of joining?

Shadow Chorus:
Actually I'm not a veteran. I spoke to Soul once I started playing his To the Bitter End maps and somehow managed to get him as an MSN contact. Which also leaves me rather blind on the pinpoint specifics of the Administorum. Any help is appreciated.

Onto the matter at hand: "A gamble? What have you for Ante?" The mage-lord asked, resting his staff across his lap as he rested his chin on his fist, his elbow on the arms of his throne as he watched the man interestedly. Magic flickered behind the Lord's eyes like fire, the very aura around him spoke of spells ready to be unleashed at a moment's noticed. And yet, through it all, the lord himself looked old and tired, not regal and mighty as you would expect. "And why would you take the risk of gambling with lord Sethranas Ravenhall?"

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