The Great Betrayal of Norrath, Chapter 1

[Stasis]

People are upset about Holocaust members joining Nihilum. Really, the choice was easy. Ever since the beginning of the server I was extremely attracted to Nizzar's play style and leadership ability. When he would port around with Lovely on his druid and fight us it was really a great time. We'd shit talk each other, have some laughs, and in the end we'd joke with each other.

Then things became...more complicated. People became more entrenched in their positions. The hate began to grow on both sides. However, Nizzar and myself maintained a very amicable relationship that was bordering on fondness. We talked daily. Our communications always remained respectable and professional. He'd kill me sometimes, sometimes we'd kill him. I always made sure he was okay afterwards and consoled him during periods of anguish or frustration.

One day it just happened. I remember it clearly. The desert madmen were murmuring and skulking about the Southern Deserts of Ro. The moss snakes, satiated with the sun on their cold bellies in the afternoon light, were hissing. Even the dreaded orc camps were relatively peaceful and quiet. I saw him. A noble hero in his Vermiculated armor teleported into the ancient druid ruins alone. He began his afternoon meditation. I stuck my head up from behind a rock and let out a quiet groan of pleasure. The powerful druid's eyes were fixed upon, nay, locked upon my succulent dwarf body.

What happened next could only be described as magic beyond the power of all the magical forces in Felwithe. We became one in body and soul. To this day I pledge my allegiance to this great man. The most gentle, innocent and kind man to have ever walked upon the sands of the Southern Desert of Ro.

To be continued...