The group had appeared inside a small clearing. Up ahead is the large building that contained house DaethMourne. "Alright, up ahead Percy!" Marcus said to their new man. He was fairly average, height, weight, intelligence a bit below though. He was excellent for their plan.
In a few minutes, they had made it to the front gates of the house, "Excuse me sirs," Marcus shouted up to the guards, "I request entrance. I must see you lord at once. If you could be so kind as to tell him Lord NightHound is here please."
Mortis, the powerful leader of DaethMourne, looked down, and saw the Nighthound patriarch, Marcus. Grinning, Mortis cloaked himself. He watched from above as the gate itself formed a face and Draxus the gatekeeper's head appeared. A frightening skull with horns sprouting from it's head. "Ssssstate your business... Exsscusssse our precaution, but we must alwayssss know your intentionsss." the skull hisses, and flicks out a black forked tongue.
Marcus stood unfazed by the transformation, "My business is my own, and my intentions are good natured, Draxus. My approaching your gate is a formality, I could enter the house without your consent," He said, "Now I would like to speak with Mortis. You will either let me pass, or I may have to resort to a different form of entry."
"Such insolence... Why does everyone think they can come barging into MY house?" Mortis growled and descended, slamming the ground with his fist, and sending a gust of unholy energy all around. Black feathers herald his descent, as he got up. "State your business and begone. I do not take threats lightly and you, my friend, have threatened House DaethMourne directly with forced entry." Atop the wall, a lich cackles with a fell magic at its fingertips. Legion, the swarm de mon, takes the form of a cloud with multiple eyes, and maws. Zombies sprout from the ground behind the gate.
"In house DaethMourne, all of us are equal. I may be their leader, but I would treat even the lowest ranking servant, with the respect I give every other DaethMourne. Now...state your business. I have an appointment to make."
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