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Nazar walked along the corridors of his castles. Recently he'd taken to attacking villages and increasing his already large army. The legion of 12 had been enough of an eyesore and he intended to feast on them. He entered a secret passage and descened into the darkness of his dungeon. Cold and dank, every nook and cranny sealed off, air was a not necessary for the dwellers. There was a large village to the far east, larger then usual for these parts. They would make excellent additions. His eyes, seeing through the thick darkness as easily as day could make out the immense underground cove. There a mass of dead were shifting around or laying still. Humans, elves, Trolls, and many many more all frequented the deep abyss. Bearing a ferocity only walking corpses could wield, they all looked up as there master looked down at them.

" My children, time to go out again. Go out and reap our wrath on the foolish living. Let there blood pool on the ground, like a vast sea, there flesh torn from bone waft in the air like sinful clouds. There screams of agony and woe herald us like a hym of the darkest ones. Go out, bear your claws and fangs, your fire, your lightning. Show them the meaning of absolute power!! " The dead all screamed in agreement. The darkness swirled at Nazars command and soon a portion of the undead had been sent out, to dot there masters bidding.