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Chain looked down at the camp, the vast encampment stretching for miles. The night time was being illuminated by the countless camp fires. Thu'Lok sure had been busy, raising his large army. But numbers had never concerned Chain, since death only fuelled his ranks in any war. It was also death that could scare an army into surrendering in a heart beat. Even the most noblest of souls would cower to death, whether facing it in battle or thinking about it. All must bow to its wishes. And none could escape it, nothing can evade it.
That's something Chain has had to remind countless beings over the centuries, beings that have forgotten their place in this Multiverse. Chain learned that lesson the hard way, being a tyrannical leader once, long ago. But views can change when you happen to be looking down the wrong end of sword.
And that's something I'll never forget. The look in that woman's eye's, that fellow planeswalker. She crushed my dead armies, and showed me even that death must sucumb to it's own teachings. But that is no matter. What does matter now it that I crush this ogre and his armies, before they too spread the chaos of darkness and ruin the good name I have put into that belief. That Darkness and Death aren't good, nor evil. That only people use it's power for their own purposes.
Sighing, Chain summoned some power and used the darkness to travel throughout the camp without being seen. An hour later and he finally found what he was looking for: Thu'Lok's command tent. He sure could tell that Thu'Lok was enjoying his riches that he had surely been stealing, the large tent having the appearance of a castle, many guards and weapons surrounding it. Adjusting his armor, Chain silently drew his sword and used the darkness to sneak up on the two guards standing outside the entrance. With two silent and quick slashes, their large bodies fell to the ground, but Chain raised then almost instantly, making sure that no one knew he had been here. Striding in, Chain cut through the rest of the guards, silently and efficiently, raising them so he could not be interrupted.
Walking up a small flight of stairs, he finally came to Thu'Lok's personal chambers, the room filled with gold and jewels piled high in every corner in the room. The large orge was on a throne, wearing gold and red armor, large sword in his lap. He looked lazy.
"Well well, if it isn't the mighty Chain. I was wondering when you would show up, though I honestly was expecting something moreā¦...spectacular."
Chain shrugged. "Who needs spectacular when you can do the same thing in silence."
The ogre laughed. He got up, spinning his sword in his hand. "We have very different opinions, then. But I suppose that you are right for once. You are going to die in this room, no one ever knowing."
"Are you sure about that?" Chain smirked. Thu'Lok seemed confused. "What are you talk-" He paused, his large nostrils flaring. "What's that smell?"
"Oh, I think that would be your army. Burning." Chain replied. Thu'Lok stared at him. "You don't have an army. Even if you did, where would you get that many dead?"
"How about from the city that you burned to the ground? I hear most didn't survive." Once Thu'Lok realized what was going on, he lunged at Chain, sword swinging at his face. But Chain never gave him the chance to reach him, the tent floor exploding, the large undead wurm appearing. It bared it's razor sharp teeth, then devoured the ogre, not even letting him look surprised. And faster than it appeared, the wurm was gone.
Chain sagged his shoulders. Raising the entire city had nearly drained him. And then he had to sneak them around the entire camp without being caught. Easier said than done, that's for sure. Sighing again, Chain sat down, exhausted. Most of the floor and the treasure was gone, had fallen through the floor. He began to hear the battle going on outside. Normally he would be there, fighting along their side, but he knew that the outcome would be. Chain had caught the entire army unawarse. He raised millions, most of them as basic as they could get. Beginning to finally feel some juice start to flow through him again, he got up, stuffed his bag with alot of the gold still left in the room, then planeswalked away.
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Chain needed a recharge. Going to the closest plane with the strongest black mana surging through it, he knew he needed the recharge desperately, since he landed on a fruit cart. Groaning, he got up and brushed some apple off of him. Gaining his bearings, Chain saw the cart owner running towards him. Yelping, he ran off. Hiding behind a building, he released his breath and finally got to look around.
Shit, I know where I am. It's so similar to home, yet it's so different. Oh, I've always hated this place. Yet I've always loved it. Ahh, so much like home.
Innistrad. The world of darkness and light. Of demons and angels. Werewolves and vampires. And so many, many more things. There were secrets here that only he knew about, some he had destroyed long ago.
The black mana here was powerful, recharging his energy quickly. But he would need a few weeks to replenish, so really not that quickly. Oh well, I could use a vacation. Nothing like some good old fashion relaxation. Hmm, all I have to do now is find somewhere to stay. There are plenty of inns here, so shouldn't be a problem.
Smiling, he began whistling and went back into the small village. This would be exactly what he needed. He even heard that the vampire and zombie problem had become more controlled, so no problems he would have to take care of.
He hoped.
