Post by Bastard Warlord on Apr 6, 2021 16:22:09 GMT -6
Silverton Casino Hotel: headquarters of the Bastard Warlord
The Bastard Lands, formerly known as Southwest Las Vegas
Somewhere in Bastard HQ, there is a room. And this room is not like the others. This room has computers in it...lots of them. In fact, that is the room we are in right now. The Bastard Warlord stands off to the side, a pleased look on his face. Voodoo leans on him, clad in a more modest outfit then normal so as not to distract the maleor female teenage libido. And that is what we see, several teenagers between the ages of 13 and 18. One or two may be older or younger, its hard to say from what can be seen. The room is buzzing with the sounds of computer keyboards working at lightspeed. Mountain Dew and Cheetos seem to be all over the place as well, except on computers.
“Lord of all that he sees and kills, could you tell me one more time why this is needed?”
The Warlord just smiles.
“This is our future Voodoo. These young minds. And they are filled with an inner strength. These are the ones that, with our guidance, can shape and mold the fight we want to bring. But they are working on something else for me.”
A boy, no more than 15, walks up the Corey. He gets down on one knee and lowers his head.
“My lord, this one brings you news!”
Bull chuckles. The fact that so many of his kids play D&D and use it when they reference him amused the dark lord.
“What is it my faithful champion?”
The teen stands and sweeps his hand back to three other youths behind him.
“We, the Brothers of the Sword, have accomplished the task my lord. At the swing of a mighty button, all televised communications within the realm of Vegas shall be yours.”
The Bastard smiles.
“This is great news. You and your brothers have done well. You should be pleased and shall be rewarded.”
“Thank you my lord. We are here for you and The Cause.”
Bull nods and sets a hand on the boys shoulder.
“It is because of loyalist like you that The Cause is doing so well. Return to your brothers and bask in the rewards we shall have delivered to your domicile.”
The boy stands and his smile is huge. He high fives his buddies and they all leave. But the room is still abuzz with activity. Bull turns to Voodoo.
“Bring me Stormsedge. It is time I sent a message.”
Voodoo smiles and nods, leaving his side as he looks over the small groups in the room. He stops at one that has a large man with a rotund body working a three screen, two keyboard set up.
“Thomas, have you found any aliens today?”
Thomas chuckles.
“I may have located an origin planet for that L-7 creature. But as for any intelligent life in the universe, we are the best I’ve found so far Lord Bull.”
Bull chuckles, something between pleasant and venomous.
“Keep at it Thomas. The glory shall be yours.”
Bull strolls over to another room and here is a large chair. It is made from metal, it’s pretty close to apocalyptic.it sits in front of a window that over looks the Bastard Lands. Voodoo walks in carrying his large axe, the one with an elephant killer head. It’s taller then Voodoo, but settles into the Warlords hand as an old friend. Bull sits in the throne and nods to the side. A man pushes a bottom and now DCI owns the airwaves of Vegas.
"We interrupt your program because we can."
"This message isn’t for that idiot that runs Jabberwock, though we will deal with you."
"It isn’t for Dukes, our host."
"No...this is for the Jarl. We don’t care how you get this message."
"We set our armies aside and settle this like they did in the ancient times."
"Two men...one fight. Be it cage or pit, Stormsedge and us will be waiting."
"It isn’t for Dukes, our host."
"No...this is for the Jarl. We don’t care how you get this message."
"We set our armies aside and settle this like they did in the ancient times."
"Two men...one fight. Be it cage or pit, Stormsedge and us will be waiting."
Bull turns to the side and slices his throat fast and Vegas gets back it’s communication network and the warlord just smiles.
