Renegade Knight
11-04-2004, 01:22 PM
"Bring them to me, alive" He spoke. The depth of his voice echoed through the hallways. He stood slowly, and then walked down the hall, the sound of voices coming from infront of him. "My people, our day has come, we are the powerful, we are the wise, and we shall reclaim what is ours." The armies before him cheered loudly, to the point the earth itself shook. "Yet first, you must bring me the blood drinkers, the one's who do not decay, only then shall our armies truely be ready to oppose those living on the surface, we shall have to deal with the Virindi, and Shadows, yet in time the others of our kind shall see thier mistakes, they shall see that we are the powerful, and they shall join us, and then our armies shall unite, and we shall once again rule this world!" He bowed and turned around back down the hall. He then sat upon his throne. Two ethereal figures floated up to him, they appeared like virindi, yet they were transparent. "My Lord, we have found them, they shall be captured and brought here within the next few days..." He removed his hood, revieling his face, he was Isparian, although he stood amoung thousands of undead, who's flesh was rotting, his was not, for it seemed he had never died at all...