Fine by me, but keep in mind we are going to need a bit of benovlance or reward for our followers/subjects if we intend to take over the world, or at least forge our own dark kingdom...
We are going to have a dark kingdom right?
....but yea. If the only reward for following us and our every command is constant oppression and slave labor we are not going to have many subjects...
Yeah sure. Whatever means best meet the goal right?Taking the appearance of a rather generic looking human you do what you can to scare yourself up an ATM. After some consultation from the minds and memories within yourself you conclude that you could not possibly withdraw the full savings of your many members, but that is certainly not the worst of problems one could have. It takes you some time, but you manage to find an atm with relatively few people around, and you spend some time cashing out five hundred dollars at a time from various accounts. It doesn't take you long to get about seventy-thousand dollars in cash stored away, at which point you speed away from what will surely have already garnered some sort of suspicion.
With that task done with for now, you head for "home". It takes you several hours of walking into a seedy part of town, but luckily you find yourself unhassled, and you reach the apartment unhindered. Once inside, you take stock of the man's home. It's not exactly grimy, but not clean either. The boxes of take-out food and empty beer bottles scatter about attest to the bachelor lifestyle of the apartment's former occupant. One Kitchen with various kitchen supplies, a living room with television, desktop computer and couch, a bathroom complete with a medicine cabinet well-stocked with pain killers and allergy medicine, a bedroom with twin sized bed, various clothing, and... a low caliber hunting rifle for some reason. Everything here is in decent condition, though none of it is exactly new, and the walls seem basically paper thin from what you can hear of the neighbors.
As you remember it this guys name was Alex Fletcher, currently unemployed, making money doing jobs for his cousin in organized crime.
With that done, you allow Mr. Warlock (an Obediah Lancaster) to call some of the shots for a bit. He spends about an hour on his cellphone, making calls to his people assuring them that he's fine, but that there is important business he needs to see to. He gives a few orders, sends a few people on a couple of assignments, but mostly he's just making sure that his fledgling operation isn't blown over by a strong wind.
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While he's doing that, you gather intel from the collective. The thugs sent to kill Obediah know the most about your potential target. They call themselves the Crimson. They deal in weapons and drugs, both mundane and magical in nature, and they try to stay classy. Code of honor, always dress nice, real white-collar scum-bags once you get into their higher ranks. They push around a lot of the smaller gangs in the city, who either answer to them or get steamrolled. There are two other organizations in the city that they don't get along with, in addition to the legitimate authorities. There's the Triad, real old-world types those guys. They're smugglers, assassins, and they trade in connections to the sorts of big bads that humans probably shouldn't even talk about. There's also the "Organization", nobody here seems to know what they're after or what they even call themselves, but they butt their way into things seemingly on whim, and they're far from friendly with any of the local crime, or even really the cops if their penchant for collateral damage says anything.
Despite your assurances that your goals align, Obadiah is still hesitant to drop his wards. Figures. Well, they won't last forever, and now that he cant leech off of your access to the pretty much limitless energy of hell he has no way of charging them back up as they degrade. Course if you still did have access to that kind of power you could just break his wards down anyway.