Black and Blue at the Grey Order

The moment Veigar had stepped foot with the desolate Voodoo Lands and approached the Grey Order's territory, he had been watched. His journey through the wasted lands would not have been interrupted, he would only feel the sense of being followed. By what would be unknown as whenever he looked it would appear as though he were completely alone, isolated. But he was being stalked by a creature that looked to be made of nothing but misty black shadows with eyes glowing like the full moon that was beginning to rise as the sun set.

As Veigar stood at the entrance of what he believed to be the entrance to the Grey Order, the soft sound of paws upon the dead earth would become audible as the creature stalking him approached without fear. Silvery orbs remained locked upon the Master of Evil, it's head bowed and ears flat, a warning not to do anything brash. The Shadow wolf paused and bowed ever so slightly lowering it's head in greeting to the yordle.

The Shadow Wolf raised its head, the empty silvery eyes looked to be staring through the Master of Evil, watching something that only it could see. It made no sounds as it turned and began to head away from Veigar, only pausing to look over its shoulder to make a motion with its head signaling the yordle to follow. The Shadow Wolf moved forward for some time, not acknowledging Veigar's presence should he try to interact with it, only to make sure he was still following.

As the sun began to set off behind the mountains, casting a large shadow across the voodoo lands, it would become increasingly harder and harder to see the shadow wolf until it was nearly impossible at which point it would pause, look up at the sky and begin howling loudly. The air splitting howl seemed to echo unnaturally around them only to be suddenly cut short by the appearance of Gregory Hastur wearing his thick dark grey robes. The warlock stood beside the wolf out in the desolate earth, every direction looked to lead into nothing but more desert land littered with sink holes.

When he spoke, The Grey Warlock bowed his head ever so slightly in greeting to the Evil Yordle, "Greetings Veigar... We were not sure if or when you would accept the invitation. A pleasure to see you once more."

The smallest of smirks could be seen upon his lips as The Grey Order listened to Veigar comment on the size of the Voodoo Lands, indeed it was a massive desolate area, at times it all looked the same, the only way to tell where one was usually by looking at the mountains off in the distance or the stars in the night sky depending on the time. "I must admit, I was surprised you came. I am curious for your reasoning before we speak about anything else."

The wolf simply stayed by Gregori's side, the pale white eyes locked upon the yordle, an alien intelligence behind those eyes studied the Tony Master of Evil, drinking in his form, every movement he made would be studied.

The Warlock simply watched Veigar with an impassive gaze, "Your reasoning, state it." He allowed Veigar to decide for himself what the question itself was directed at, but it was clear that both the wolf and Gregori were quietly judging his answer.

By now the largely desolate area was becoming cold as the sun set, a slight chilling breeze was beginning to pick up across the land. Neither the wolf nor Gregori seemed to be affected by the cold as they stood, their eyes locked upon the yordle.

"I see." He stated calmly, his eyes almost looked to have shone for the briefest moments as he spoke. The dark brown eyes flickering as magic flowed through his being, he manipulated the surrounding light, bending and twisting it causing the landscape to ripple. Veigar would find his head filled with a sudden sense of vertigo, his vision would fade to black yet he would still feel his feet planted upon the floor.

When his vision cleared, they would be in a small room, simple in design. A table and two chairs in the center of the room, small pale orange orbs radiating light floated in the center of the ceiling basking the room in an eerie unnatural light. The Grey Warlock would be seen seated upon one of the wooden chairs, his wolf by his side. The chair opposite him was pulled out slightly inviting the Yordle to seat himself. Should he do so, they Warlock would speak, "I am curious. When you rule the world, in order to stop the conflicts that plague us, I wonder what do you plan on doing then? When the world is yours to command and their is no conflict?"

"An endless fight then? If there are always people against you, how would you plan to stop the conflict?" The Grey Warlock watched the yordle intently, "I am not one to underestimate anyone, if someone came to me one day and told me a small child not yet even in her teens would ensorcell a shadow bear, perhaps I would have simply been amused and thought it were a joke had it not been for my daughter."

He spoke in a tone that conveyed his sincerity, he truly did not see the Tiny Master of Evil as someone to be trifled with, "I have no doubt you are capable of bringing Valoran under your rule, with the right resources and planning. Anyone person, no matter their size or power is capable of many great things. I am curious however as to what you would do once you ruled." Gregori's face was impassive as he spoke, behind the impassive facade, Gregori watched Veigar carefully, gauging his reaction to someone actually believing he could accomplish his goal.