Chapter 6: The Dark Lord of Despair...
With fear and anxiety the outpost soldiers darted away from the great doors as the undead warriors forced it apart. Intimidation sent the rest of the garrison packing and fleeing into the hills. The remaining soldiers were slain insidiously by the inumberable undead soldiers.
Scorponis watched with a horrible loathing as Azaron appeared to witness his evil actions and the aftermath of them.
"Despite the death I have caused among the people of Sikaron, I still feel quite intent on ruling this kingdom. Thanks to the power of the Dwarven mined Vezar crystal, I have grown in power and I now have the infrequence of being able to summon unliving beings!" Azaron laughed and his dark magic blew the floor beneath his feet into molten magma.
Azaron floated along the hallway, inspecting his identical skeletons. He wavered for a moment, as he watched Scorponis walk by bearing his soldeirs, looting the valuables of the outpost. Azaron was tinged with the feeling of intrigue from the lord of the Scorpian hordes.
"I must keep the status-quo on my level." mumbled Azaron as he commanded his skeletons to tear apart a damp door. What was inside, would surely give Azaron the power to destroy anything!
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