Sight beyond sight, strength beyond strength.

[Evil Hobgoblin]

Understanding.

Knowledge was power, wisdom its' guide, but understanding-

Understanding was life. The illusion of a small closet, cluttered with cleaning implements, and at the back, a large, weathered, and unremarkable chest of drawers that remained bolted to the floor. Heavy it was, and no one would attempt to lift it. Those who entered who did not understand assumed Hob resided here.

No one other than the closet's owner.

Those who could truly see would find that what Hob was, was beneath the floor in a hole beneath the floor itself.

A twisted slide led below the chest of drawers, and those who had the strength of heart would grasp Hob's identity.

It was a true work of beauty. The area below was part cavern/part room. Buttresses supported the walls, twisting swirling buttresses that were as decorative as they were strong. The ceiling soared, doming to a point from which a crystalline chandelier hung and captured light and colors of rainbows. Art from across the galaxy adorned the walls, candles lit the room, sculptures ringed the central garden, which was dotted with plants of exquisite colour and shape.

Sharp hooks on the wall led to a cieling perch where a smaller-than-average person could view the entire scene from a wall niche.

A gargoyle-lined archway led to more of Hob's lair, but for the moment, the Black Hand's Sight relaxed in the view of his residence.

[Virgil Titus]

OOC ~ I thought this topic was going to be about Thundercats, for some reason.

[Dalethria Mal Pannis]

OOC~ Um ... no comment