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A Wild GIFTBASKET appears.  Inside is a NOTE, along with many assorted BAKED GOODS. "Though admittedly intimidated by, well, pretty much everything you and your forces have done for pretty much the entirety of my life, I feel like I must do something to commemorate the recent events with the Truce.  So, here’s a token of goodwill, of sorts.  I wasn’t sure what might be best received so I made a variety of things; honey muffins, sweet bread, palmiers…And a blackberry pie, all freshly made.  The basket’s enchanted, so things should stay fresh as long as they’re in there.  Cheers."

The basket had been a surprise, yes, but the note that accompanied it was even more surprising. He was not used to appreciation (or even recognized in any other way aside from hatred), though he had to admit, it was a fond thing to have cast at you. He skimmed the note with mild interest. Muffins…bread… he didn’t have any specific care for any of that, he would likely pass it on to Gravelyn. She had more of an appreciation for that than he did. His interest rose at the bit about the blackberry pie. He would be keeping that. 

Overall he was, oddly enough, pleased. Pleasantly surprised. The note was placed nearby, he perhaps would read it again sometime. But for now, he would go to offer these treats, minus the pie, to Gravelyn. 

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An agitated clenching of the fist,“Sworn to fight against me? That sounds awfully like a violation of the treaty... those who would stand against something like that in times like these...”, he hissed, leaning over to glare down at the hero,” are rather foolish indeed.”

“I have set aside my pride to stand beside you and your ilk in this fight against chaos, I would hope that that at least deserves a little respect to sink into your spite for me.”

"No way. I…I thought you were dead!"

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“....I don’t recall being destroyed at any point in time”, though he had suffered a humiliating defeat at Drakath’s hands not too long ago. The thought of that event still put him in a bad mood,”I’m rather resilient.”

This hero was obviously amiss in their memories. 

"No way. I…I thought you were dead!"

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I feel like staying thank you very much

“I’m afraid that the only permanent residents of this place are undead. So, if you are making a request to be given an early grave, and shortly after an early rise, I will gladly oblige. Otherwise get the hell out of my fortress.”

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did they just imply your daughter was a minion?

“I might forcefully correct them on such a mistake, but I do not think they have all of their wits about them. I’ve heard Chuckles make more coherent sentences.”

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pretty much both, but without an explanation because someone decided to use 4chan. there's a 70% chance it's because of me

“I cannot make skull or tailbone of what you’re saying. Get out of my sight. You may consider returning when you can speak sense. If what you have say has any value in the slightest, that is.”

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oh shit i meant your daughter and drakath gdi

Squinting. Long Squinting.

“Hearing the mention of my daughter within the same breath that you mention that cretin, it angers me. The context in which you have presented it, angers me further. I don’t have time to spare with those who would seek to pester me with vile words of that sort.”

“Either you simply wish to rile me, or you have a much needed explanation awaiting me.”

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you do realize that subordinates are becoming like uh. sex icons??

“Considering the physical state of many of my subordinates, which is that they are mostly bones, I would be surprised if they held the status of ‘sex icon’.”

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A cock of the head, and a slow blink. What an odd statement. This fellow seemed to suffering from a severe miscommunication issue. Either that or they were a simpleton. "Undead.", he corrected, though something like that should have been common knowledge.

"No way. I…I thought you were dead!"

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“I was not aware that my -formerly- flying fortress had become such a popular tourist destination for these...heroes. Had I known this was to occur, I would have never accepted the treaty. Though I suppose there is nothing to be done about it now.”

“I assume turning them into mindless undead would be a violation of the treaty...?”

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So. I’ve just about finished everything I needed to do. This blog is open to rp now.