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No, I will tell you why in a PM

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It depends on what it's about I'll ask about that in a PM

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I couldn't give two shits!

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[My Name is Immaterial]

Richard pulls out his smart phone, and presses a button on it. The gates up to the manor slid back.

[kj1225]

Billan yells out a thanks. He floats into the manor/castle thing. Him and his posse moves into the main hall to await their host.

[RAM]

The forest stands behind the venue and parrot spies are sent in to record the conversations.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Richard descends the mahogany stairs to met his guests.
"Ah, Billian! Good to see you, old chap. This way, if you please."
Richard motions his guests down the hall, but is quickly intercepted by his butler.
_{"Sir, the manor's radar has picked up what appears to be a flock of birds passing nearby the manor. Quite unusual for this time of year, sir."
"Well done, Fred. Get the AA guns ready, but don't be too aggressive. Our other guest likes to travel by air, to the best of my understanding.}
After their murmured exchange, Richard continues down the hall, while Frederick peals off into another part of the manor.
Suddenly he stops, hit by realization.
"Where are my manners? What would you like done with your chest?"
Two burly pasta golems emerge, and stand at the ready.

[kj1225]

Billan has the werewolves set down the chest. "Oh, these are some old enchanted things from before I died and got these cool new clothes. You'll find some swat gear enchanted to allow easy casting and some magic rings. Do what you want with them. By the way you should try the ring of flight, it's pretty fun."

[My Name is Immaterial]

The golems whisk it away, and Richard leads the group into a parlor, overlooking the grounds. He motions for Billian and his werewolves to sit. Frederick reappears, carrying a silver platter, with a pot on it, and a number of cups.
"And now we wait for Sasha."

[kj1225]

Billan and his group sit down. "So I presume you know of the pain in the posterior of mages like us, goes by the name of GeeVee?"

[RAM]

Bulbasaur waits for its parroty minions.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"I've been briefly acquainted with the subject. From what I understand, my vaults were raided, and a small amount of explosives were stolen."
Richard shifts awkwardly in his chair, and refuses to make eye contact.

"But, come, lets not dwell on that now. There are better times and places to discuss this. Please, enjoy the tea."
As he is saying this, his thumbs are typing furiously on his smartphone, he flips it to display his writing.

They're watching me. They can sense the vibrations on the window.

There is a look in his eyes, part panic, part fanaticism, part pure bonkers.
He types out a few more words.

I'm not crazy.

[kj1225]

Billan sips his tea. "I suppose your right. Normally I wouldn't even care if it weren't for the fact that I have reason to believe that he is a murderer." Billan sips his tea again. "This is really good, where did you get it?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

"I've got a plantation in India, south of the Himalayas." ((The internet says that's the best place to grow tea.))
Richard shakes his head vigorously.
Its not him, its... Them. You know... The Enlightened Ones...

[kj1225]

Sacrifice pasta to the death gods.

Oops... sorry I forgot about this. While they prefer apples your sacrifice is accepted.

You now can raise medium undead!

[Remuthra]

Find Billian and raise him as a zombie servant!

[kj1225]

Find Billian and raise him as a zombie servant!

Bit late for that, He's a Lich now.

[Remuthra]

Find Billian and raise him as a zombie servant!

Bit late for that, He's a Lich now.

Liches are still dead, and therefore raisable, although technically you can't become a lich after you die.