006 - action (open to all)
[The punishment he had received weeks ago was all but forgotten. Mozenrath was the type to hold grudges until the day that he died (which, according to him, would be never), so it would be a safe bet to say that he wanted revenge.
But he didn't seem to be doing much in the way of it, considering he was seated in the library and staring out the window at the pouring rain. His gauntlet was propping his head up, eyes half-lidded and bored with the entire concept of such wet weather.
On the table beside him were a variety of magical texts he had pulled from the top shelves, dusty with age and written in a language no mere mortal could comprehend. However, they were so mild in their knowledge that he might as well have been reading cookie recipes.
In other words: Mozenrath was in a foul mood. Who would dare try to cheer him up? (knowing that his version of 'cheering up' involved torture, torment and abuse)]
But he didn't seem to be doing much in the way of it, considering he was seated in the library and staring out the window at the pouring rain. His gauntlet was propping his head up, eyes half-lidded and bored with the entire concept of such wet weather.
On the table beside him were a variety of magical texts he had pulled from the top shelves, dusty with age and written in a language no mere mortal could comprehend. However, they were so mild in their knowledge that he might as well have been reading cookie recipes.
In other words: Mozenrath was in a foul mood. Who would dare try to cheer him up? (knowing that his version of 'cheering up' involved torture, torment and abuse)]