The cavern where the undead reside smells of death and decay...
The command tent has a large round stone table with the various undead leaders...
"The time draws near...." a susurrus of dark whispering comes forth from nowhere
"About time." The aasimar said blandly, sitting back and adjusting his hat. Out of all of them, he was probably the most 'alive' of them all, looking only a little pale, not a speck of rot anywhere. "I do so love a challenge, don't you?"
Yes it does, who shall be chosen first to have the honor of destroying those children?
Yes it does, who shall be chosen first to have the honor of destroying those children?
The order in which the children are destroyed makes no difference... all that matters is that the soul of the one I seek is obtained..."
Just tell me where to go and I shall be your tool of death, this soul you shall dine on
"Or at least the area they'll be in. No difference to me."
First, you must take control of your armies...." the spirit whispers...
Armies. I have no experience with military matters on that scale, but if it is your wish I will lead.... he pauses a moment from the front I hope
"Let him have the front line. Let him heavy my army for all it matters. I'm just here to finish a job."
"He can have the sky brigade...
You will take the graverobbers, the titans and the dwellers."
His tone tells you he isn't asking
I understand, just designate where and I'll take the sky with Fleshrender and we'll defeat those before us
he spends a few minutes in an elaborate summoning ritual that culminates with a large rent into another realm, fetid smells fill the area as a huge undead dragon lumbers through the portal
"What a decided lack of style you have." Faust scoffs, placing a handkerchief over his nose and mouth. "I'm glad you'll be in the air where the stench can be whisked away."
Power regardless of it's form must be respected he states flatly
"Respect enough to cover their nose before gagging, maybe."
"Respect enough to cover their nose before gagging, maybe."
The spirit's chuckle is like broken glass and screaming heard from far away....
"The Dragon Golem will be a powerful ally... I had it crafted from the bodies of very powerful dragons, ones capable of striking terror into the hearts of the most powerful defenders..."
Then a shadowy black claw slips up through the floor and strokes a patch of deep purple scales...
"And grow used to the scent... the graverobbers contain over 100 ghouls and twenty ghasts"
I'll lead the attack at once if you permit it!
I'll lead the attack at once if you permit it!
Not yet.... you must first gather more troops for our attack" the sinuous voice entralls your mind....
"There is a herd of aurochs near us... take one of the Leapers...and infect them..."
Leaps to the back of his dragon and commands one of the leapers to follow on foot
I will herd the herd towards you when you find a position and then we will gather our masters new minions
he speaks into the air
NALFESHNEECR my servant come
When the demon appears he speaks to it
My master has bid us to create more undead minions for the upcoming battle, we are off with this creature to go infect a herd of aurochs, you will assist
"Common herd beasts? Useful fodder and transport, I guess."
"Common herd beasts? Useful fodder and transport, I guess."
"Stone walls cannot withstand waves of unfeeling, unthinking, strengthened beasts..."
"Not normal stone walls, perhaps, but I've heard of this... school. We'll need a truly titanic amount of the most powerful undead to hold our own."
"Not normal stone walls, perhaps, but I've heard of this... school. We'll need a truly titanic amount of the most powerful undead to hold our own."
And that....is what I'm gathering, Faust." The voice 's confidant lilt inspires even you
Come join me Faust, we have work to do for our master.
"Employer." He corrects smoothly.
Come join me Faust, we have work to do for our master.
"Faust has another mission." The black spirit's whisper is like the touch of a black ice, slippery and deadly
Carlos heads towards the herd and does his asigned task
"Employer." He corrects smoothly.
"Your employer... has a job for you... infiltration of the school... schematics of the school, the student roster and medical records."
"I'll see what I can do. Do you have anything to hide me from a Seer's sight? Such magic is beyond my own various abilities."
"I'll see what I can do. Do you have anything to hide me from a Seer's sight? Such magic is beyond my own various abilities."
"There is not something that can hide you. But I can partially obscure his gaze.... unless he lays eyes upon you or you draw unnecessary attention and he actively searched for you.... you shall be a hole in the world; unseeable and nonexistent... though I would also avoid felines... they can see the third aura, and that would be unfortunate"
His hand flicks foreward, flinging a ball of purple flames into your chest.... burning, consuming, renewing your necromantic energy
"An interesting feeling.. It will surely help that I'm not a rotting buffoon stumbling in to the school." He adds, checking his clothes for marks from the flame. "When shall I go? I already have a decent cover story, made all the better since it's true."
"An interesting feeling.. It will surely help that I'm not a rotting buffoon stumbling in to the school." He adds, checking his clothes for marks from the flame. "When shall I go? I already have a decent cover story, made all the better since it's true."
"Do not let the Headmaster detect you.... or you will be burned in a much more permanent manner... much like you must also avoid a woman in purple... she can destroy you with ease."
"I'm not some brutish fool stumbling into the school by knocking out a wall. I'll get you the defense layout and the medical records, do not worry."
"I'm not some brutish fool stumbling into the school by knocking out a wall. I'll get you the defense layout and the medical records, do not worry."
"You have your orders. Go." There is no doubt this is acommand.
The spirit sinks down, waiting
returns, undead bison in tow.... the grass no longer interests them, blood mats their fur and they stand listless in the wind, occasionally snorting as if there was something they should be doing but cannot recall
Over a month had passed close, apparently, was a relative term
"Good... these now must be enhanced... I will begin preparations... for now you and Tyrellius should get to know your army...."
makes his rounds through the army, a critical eye towards every detail. The intelligent undead occupy the majority of his time, as they are at least interesting, and possibly more useful during the complex tides of battle, and what's left of his soul still cherishes the conversation... even if he's loathe to admit it, if not unable to.
makes his rounds through the army, a critical eye towards every detail. The intelligent undead occupy the majority of his time, as they are at least interesting, and possibly more useful during the complex tides of battle, and what's left of his soul still cherishes the conversation... even if he's loathe to admit it, if not unable to.
The vampires are especially intelligent and eager to butter up the commanding officer...
The ghasts are primitive and hungry, quite simplistic.
Banshees are wistful and tired
Ect....
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"Mister Rexach, are you ready to kill in my name... An intruder will arrive soon."
The Black Spirit whispers directly into the mind of the warrior
"Of course, I am always prepared" he snarks.