Debt To The Horde

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On the dark side of Eternia there is a singular mountain with three peeks, each forming the head of a coiling serpent. Out of one serpant's mouth is a majestic waterfall to a huge harbor below. The mountain's name is the fitting Snake Mountain. In the time of the Elders and King Greyskull, this mountain's name was even more fitting for it was the throne and keep of King Hiss and his empire of Snake Men. Eventually Hiss and his army were defeated and banished by the Elder's senior inquistor Zodiak, a grand victory for the forces of light and goodness. But there were rumors floating around that the side of right had dark aid from the warlord Keldor and his mysterious benefactor. It was said that Keldor would receive Snake Mountain and the lands it served as capital to in exchange for the spells needed to defeat the Snake Army. As to what Keldor's benefactor, the strange and unknown leader of the equally unknown Horde, well no one could say what they gained in return for their help. Or when they would collect since Keldor doublecrossed the Horde just prior to his attempts to conquer Eternia and the dark half of the planet including Snake Mountain became sealed off from the rest of the world.

Now decades after the Snake War and five years after Keldor's return as Skeletor, the Horde may just be getting what they had been promised so long ago. And as any evil thing, their greed will ensure that it will only be the beginning...

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Triclops tinkered on his latest weapon when he heard a shuffleing behind him. Whirling his optic helmet around to focus on the direction of the sound, the mad inventor seemed satisfied that it was not an intruder, so with and indignent sniff he returned his focus to his work. Another sound reached his ears and this time he turned his whole body around to face the sound with his emerald blade drawn.

Nearly taking off Trap Jaw's one good arm. "Hey! Watch where you swing that thing, will ya!"

"Don't try and sneek up on me." the blade stayed out of its seath but lowered slightly. "What do you want?"

"Skeletor's hollaring for an update on yer dingus there," Trap Jaw said pointing to the invention. "In person."

Triclops sighed, "Then by all means, let us go update his royal boneheadedness." he headed out of the lab and then yelled over his shoulder to the already snooping Trap Jaw, "COME ON!! No way am I leaving your klutzy self alone in my lab."

"Sheesh, what's got you more annoyed then usual?"

Triclops pondered the question for a moment then replied, "Not sure. Just something in the air, maybe. Something there that shouldn't be you know." Looking at Trap Jaw's dumbfounded expression he was pretty sure his fellow evil soldier did not. He made the rest of the way to the throne room where Skeletor held court in sullan silence as his ever scientific mind tried to figure out just what he felt and why for some odd reason it sent a chill down his spine.