On many a tiny screen across the multiverse, in cracked crystal balls, old worn down electronics, mountain springs, and the dark clouds of a coming thunderstorm, a flickering image would appear.
That of a grinning visage, glowing orbs hidden deep in the black sockets of a leering white mask. It stares out, watching all, seeking the lost and lonely.
The beings voice was a whisper, crackling as the image flickered. It spoke for but a moment, in the time between seconds, when only one person could see it, or so it always seemed.
“Do not be afraid. The summoner hears you. You need only ask for his assistance by name.”
The smile didnt move, though the rest of the image would flicker and distort across the surface he had appeared on.
“Call, for Sauron Bane.”
“I shall appear.”
