"My lord, the Hami clan of the Si Wong Desert wish to present you with this bottle, which contains a powerful desert spirit." The messenger bowed low.
"So they gave me an empty bottle." Ozai took it and smiled coldly. "And they're hoping this will keep me from destroying their whole pathetic civilization?" He uncorked the bottle.
Mist poured out, and the spirit materialized. "I must thank you for releasing me," the spirit grinned, mouth full of sharp teeth. "You may choose how you would like to die."
Ozai opened his mouth, then closed it again, glaring. At last he said tersely, "Old age." The Si Wong Desert was going to be a heap of lightning glass by the end of the month.
The spirit waved its hand. Ozai looked down at his hand as the flesh grew gnarled, and the muscles shriveled over bone. He moaned in horror as his voice grew frail with age. And then, he felt his heart just... stop.
"Old age," the spirit said as the Firewood fell. "Like I haven't heard that before." The messenger stared, frozen, and the spirit's grin widened. "Boo."
Gag take one
"So they gave me an empty bottle." Ozai took it and smiled coldly. "And they're hoping this will keep me from destroying their whole pathetic civilization?" He uncorked the bottle.
Mist poured out, and the spirit materialized. "I must thank you for releasing me," the spirit grinned, mouth full of sharp teeth. "You may choose how you would like to die."
Ozai opened his mouth, then closed it again, glaring. At last he said tersely, "Old age." The Si Wong Desert was going to be a heap of lightning glass by the end of the month.
The spirit waved its hand. Ozai looked down at his hand as the flesh grew gnarled, and the muscles shriveled over bone. He moaned in horror as his voice grew frail with age. And then, he felt his heart just... stop.
"Old age," the spirit said as the Firewood fell. "Like I haven't heard that before." The messenger stared, frozen, and the spirit's grin widened. "Boo."
The messenger gasped, and fled.