Iathos moves to stand near Valinar, in sight of the Hobgoblin. He grins, unpleasantly, revealing a maw filled with wicked fangs. He fixes his sickly yellow-green eyes on the poor beast. With a whispered incantation, he draws his long sword, and ghostly green flames burst into being along its length.
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Little Hobgoblin, get of Maglubiyet, yes? Brave, thinking though we might kill you, your soul will join your brothers in his legions. You sputter threatening nonsense, tied to a chair. Your comrades are dead or fled. We do not fear you or these Reavers of yours.
Look upon me. I am get of Levistus, a Lord of the Hells and greater by far than Maglubiyet. And this," he gestures to his burning blade, "
will devour that frayed dross you call a soul. Cease your mewling and answer our questions. If you anger me, your soul will never see Avernus. If you serve well, you might yet have hope."
OOC:
Iathos would cast Green Flame Blade for the light show on his sword; but he's blustering here. He's seeking to intimidate the Hobgoblin and cow it by playing on his devilsh appearance.
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