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Hollejunge stood there as the man spoke, taking in his surroundings. This Flagg man sounded almost as good an oritor as Hitler himself. Hollejunge allowed himself a little smile; too long had he been confined by the Empire, how he longed to go wild again, like the pillage of America. His eyes glowed a deep red."Now. The time has come to take our place as rulers of the world, not just the world's you hail from, but the entire multiverse. There are infinite amount of worlds out there. That's infinite amounts of people to rule, children to slaughter, women to rape. This ours for the taking and nobody can stop us! Join me and we can watch it all burn!"
This, Hollejunge decided, was his que to speak. He reached out his hand to take the necklace."Please, Orin."
He holds his arms out with the palms out in a non-threatening manner.
"The multiverse is big enough to share. In fact, all I ask is one little thing."
Flagg draws his hand's tight and presses hard. He opens them again and five small stones sit in his palm, each of the stones are as black as night, but with a small red flaw in the shape of an eye sits in the center. All of them have black rope on the end. Small necklaces.
"The only thing I ask is your unflinching allegiance. To become my Agents of Chaos."
Entreri looks on all the wealth with awe. Never in his lifetime has he seen such treasures. Never in his lifetime has he seen any treasures come remotely close!"Yes, Artemis. I know full well about your past...and I know exactly what you do. Death is your business, and business is very good. How about I make it a bit better?"
The Walking Dude snaps his fingers, the torchlight surrounding the group brightens until the who area is illuminated. All around the group, countless numbers of gold coins, jewels, and other treasures surround them.
"I present to you a king's, no, a hundred king's fortunes. All for you, Mr. Entreri."
He holds the necklace infront of him and smiles.
"You won't be in my service, but with all the gold and power, you can help Drizzt Dourden reach the clearing at the end of the path."
Flagg smiles as he brings up the name that Entreri hated more than any other.
"Excuse me? Zombies? Superhero Zombies? Are you serious? This is rid.." Hal stops mid-sentence as he turns his head to his fellow world-jumpers and realizes that zombies are pretty far down on the list of absurdities he has encountered. Giving an awkward cough he rubs the back of his head. "So..Chronos...we" Hal gestures to the rest of the men "...do this for you, and you send us back home, correct? I'm needed back on my Earth."
Entreri looks on all the wealth with awe. Never in his lifetime has he seen such treasures. Never in his lifetime has he seen any treasures come remotely close!
It was as though somebody stole the horde of Tiamat herself.
But Entreri did not focus on the gold or the jewels, he focused on a name.
Drizzt Do'Urden.
Entreri spat. How he hated that accursed drow! He was the only being who could come close to besting Entreri in combat. Artemis would not be content until his blood decorated the edge of his weapons. Especially his jeweled dagger, though that would never happen now.
"You can keep the gold and jewels, Flagg. They hold little interest to me", the emotionless assassin spoke.
"I will not bend my knee to you or anyone."
"But", Entreri continued, "I will offer you my services in exchange for the assets I will need to kill the dark elf."
"Please, Artemis. What's mine is yours."
The five reluctantly grab the necklaces from Flagg's outstretched palm. He smiles.
"Excellent. These tokens are how we shall keep in communication. Simply press the stone and think the name of the person you wish to speak to."
Flagg waits a beat before he speaks again.
"Now, if that's all you have. Lets get to work on the task at hand, eh?"
"Excuse me? Zombies? Superhero Zombies? Are you serious? This is rid.." Hal stops mid-sentence as he turns his head to his fellow world-jumpers and realizes that zombies are pretty far down on the list of absurdities he has encountered. Giving an awkward cough he rubs the back of his head. "So..Chronos...we" Hal gestures to the rest of the men "...do this for you, and you send us back home, correct? I'm needed back on my Earth."
Roland nods in agreement.
"Yes, Wizard. If we do this task for you, we shall return to our worlds? I am in the process of saving..."
He pauses as he looks at the mysterious Chronos. Maybe he already knows.
"The Dark Tower."
Tommy was the first to think of something, and spoke.
"Say we spend years fighting your war. We'll still return to our universes the same age we left them? Will we remember any of this?"
"If that is your wish", replies Chronos.
"I can return you to your world in any state you wish. Both physically and mentally."
I analyzed Chronos' words carefully. Could he even take me back to before I became what I am? Before I died so I could be with Wanda....forever?
"Could you even take us back to a point before you took us?"
"Please, Artemis. What's mine is yours."
The five reluctantly grab the necklaces from Flagg's outstretched palm. He smiles.
"Excellent. These tokens are how we shall keep in communication. Simply press the stone and think the name of the person you wish to speak to."
Flagg waits a beat before he speaks again.
"Now, if that's all you have. Lets get to work on the task at hand, eh?"
"Now that we're all nice and acquainted, how about we get this show on the road? We'll probably need some prep time, some specs on the universe we're going to, the works. I don't do things unprepared....especially not when dealing with superpowered zombies, but that's just me."
Turning to his teammates, Hal's ring glowed green as an emerald strategy board appeared suspended in mid-air.
"Now, boys and....things, what's our game plan?"
"I'm not an expert on zombies as much as I am on angels and demons, but it sounds like the mission isn't as much fighting super-zombies as much as it is to protect this T'Challa guy..." I say turning to Chronos. He looks like he knows alot more than we do, so asking him all the right questions to prepare us more while he's still here could work to our advantage. Give us a little edge... since I for one ain't a big fan of shooting in the dark...
"Do you know where we can find him?"
"I'd start by investigating his kingdom of Wakanda in the continent of Africa", replied Chronos with a sigh.
"It's where I'd look first."
"Now...if there is nothing else could we possibly get on with saving reality", askes Chronos as his unseen eyes look out at all of the heroes.