Major Blackwing stoppedd a mere quarter mile away from the castle of the most hated Gunzeticus, with a raise of his right hand, his army jolted to a stop, he looked up into the sky, it was truly an excellent day for the crushing of an Empire. He turned to face his army, smiling his twisted skeleton grin.
'The armies of Gunzeticus are weak from earlier assualts on their castle, we, however, are fresh, and ready to smash their pitiful castle, and steal the lives of their worthless villagers and Knights. We will-'
a hand laid on his shoulder, bearing a gorgeous ring on the ring finger, with hundereds of small rubies on it, this ring would easily fetch enough gold to buy several castles. red claws dug into the bones of the Major, he looked into the eyes of the woman who dared to interrupt him, his curse swiftly turning into a cry for forgiveness.
Smalrog stood before the major in wraith armor, her red lips opening like the maw of a horrible demoness revelaing terrible fangs that would pierce the scales of a dragon, as a hot knife would slide through butter. She nudged him aside, sending him barreling into a siege scorpion.
"I've decided to name myself commander of this mission, I trust your former commander has no scruples with this whim of mine.
She winked maliciously at the Major, who shook his head in a quick, cowardly manner. to anger an enemy was one thing, but to anger the cruelest, of the wraiths, and possibly the strongest, was to invite pain so great that the Darklord himself might feel it. Smalrog laughed up roarishly, and turned around to face the castle.