A gloomy day

(This is a gaming related my post about my current campaign.)

Master. A relative term really, for no one is master or slave. The term itself is ellusive and meaningless. Gloom watched outside of the tower window. Rain, clouds, a dark and dismal day. All relative. With his new found power he could make a difference. A real difference. Alzaroth was a good man, a good person, and had let gloom do as he pleased for the most part. He would be rewarded. There was no reason to destroy a man such as him. For a such a man doesnt actually exist. Underneath the almost frenetic goodness that is Alzaroth is darkness waiting to happen. Gloom knew he would have to do nothing to see it blossom. It was coming, all on its own, like an innevitable storm. In all honesty, such a change would be troublesome. Evil, the destructive kind that fayn so desired, was actually hard to perpetuate for long. No, steps always had to take place, steps that would result in something that would cause long term destruction and suffering. Alzaroth falling into despair and darkness would be short lived, for his frenzied destruction would undoubtedly spell his own demise. No, Alzaroth wasnt a target for Fayns glory, such would be pointless. But Alzaroth was going towards a goal that would most assuredly bring about great destruction. There was something to this quest, this sword, the queens. It was all tied. Fayn could not impart the knowledge, and it was sealed from Glooms memory for a reason. A mandate of the gods, but for some reason the mortals were allowed to participate. The scale of this quest could be far reaching indeed. But gloom would not be free, not yet, not until the 12th incarnation of his master had passed. He must follow this bloodline for a bit, until it diluted his pact to the point where he could break free of it. Until then he would bless his masters with whatever it was they desired, it assured his destruction could not happen after all. Oh, but the things he would do for his masters, in there honor, in there name. A glorious day it would be, a glorious age. Gloom noticed something move below. A shape, the one he'd been waiting for all day. Another piece to be put onto his board. Gracefully and silently glooms form shimmered and faded as the dark godling began to make his move.