Over time, his mastery with the realm increased, and he began to use it as more than a way to flee. When another Mahjarrat attempted to kill him, the unfortunate suddenly found himself buried several kilometers underneath the ground. This displacement soon became his favorite way to fight.
However, as previously stated, fighting can only take one so far. When Sliske discovered how to straddle the shadow realm, making himself no more noticeable than any other shadow, everyone’s closest secrets became his. One could not say a single word without him potentially finding out about it, and the souls he had pressed into his service quite kindly reported back anything of use when he did*’t have the time to spy on everyone.
So, for a few thousand years, Sliske knew everything. For fear of retribution, plots slowed to a trickle, and eventually all but stopped. Things became
boring.
That’s when the air itself ripped open and a bipedal Canine offered to bring the Mahjarrat to a different world. Zamorak was objecting, but when they were told that their aid was needed to fight a war, even Sliske, as calm and clearheaded as he was, felt the bloodlust deep within him ignite. Azzanadra may not have been entirely inaccurate when he said that war was part of a Mahjarrat’s soul.
A new world, a new war, new enemies, and annoyingly, a new master. The new world’s shadow realm, though far weaker than Freneskae’s, helped alleviate that somewhat. Ic*halarian quickly decided that Sliske was oft too much trouble to find and order around, far more than it was really worth. Even better was his collection. In Freneskae, the Shadow realm held souls tightly, and he could never use his possessions for more than scouting and spying. Here though, he could reanimate the body with the soul of an individual that he killed, and what a variety of tempting ones there were.
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