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Necromancer
Catalina has a way of swaying you to her plan. (She does have experience in enchantment after all) She knew the whole raising undead giants thing would appeal to you! Of course you actually have to kill them first.
"Alright Catalina, we'll go with this plan, but I'm going to do it personally, so you're in charge of things here for awhile."
"Really? You're not only following my advice, but you're also trusting me to run Aftermath?"
"Yeah I'm whipped, now I want you to keep a good run of things here, and if the Grand Alliance attacks I want to know immediately, so I can get here!"
"Okay, but I doubt if that'll happen. They've been preoccupied with Velzix lately."
"Hmm, y'know we'll have to do something about him too later, but first I guess I got some barbarians to kill."
"Good luck!" she says and quickly kisses you on the cheek before you leave. You stare at her for a moment in shock and she stares back.
"What?" she asks as if nothing happened.
"Nothing, but we'll discuss THAT later when I return." You say.
"Maybe. If you're good and return victorious."
"I don't think I'll be good, but I will be returning victorious."
You decide that given the long stretches of barren plains of where you're heading. Incorporeal undead shall work better. You need speed, and the tribes will probably have little in the way of magic to combat you. You also take a couple extra necromancers with you along with your army of ghosts, spirits and wraiths.
You make pretty good time and suffer no attacks on the way, probably because of the rather low profile and somewhat hard to see aspects of your army. When you arrive in the Drozz region, it's night, but still as desolate as you remember it. Your Dad took you here a couple times during his attempts to "toughen" you up when he still thought he could turn you into a warrior. You hated it then, and you hate the place now.
After casting a sense life spell, you start to head towards the direction of the nearest tribe, but your uncanny connection with death lets you know that you're being watched and not by the living
Suddenly from over a small hill top a group of misshapened creatures pop their heads up. After what looks to be chatter between the creatures, they lope in your direction. Ghouls. One of the filthier forms of undead. Typically they were created by vampires, who used to use them as tougher servants. (Basically mortals who weren't "worthy" enough for the gift of vampirism) but that would mean that there's a vampire in the area.
You don't have time to think too hard about it, you just react and dominate your will over the ghouls. For some reason they're very resistant to you and you're forced to destroy them. More ghouls appear however, and soon you're surrounded.
"Where the fuck are these things coming from?" one of your necros asks.
"Stay calm. Don't lose control VAMPIRE! SHOW YOURSELF! If you're going to assassinate me, I would've thought the clans were at least honorable enough to not rely on ghouls!" you shout.
Your shouting is soon answered. The ghouls suddenly stop and a hideous figure appears on the same hilltop. He then walks towards you and your army and stops not to far from it. He's fearless and shows no signs of being concerned of your presence.
"Clans? Don't speak to me of the clans! I was cast out long ago for my actions! Once I feasted upon the blood of royalty, with legions of mortals willing to die for me. Now I feast upon the carrion of barbarians with only ghouls as company."
"So you're an outcast? I thought all you types of vampires degenerated into mindless beasts much like the ghouls."
"Hah! Do you not think this is degeneration enough? I can't even make another vampire anymore. But you are quite correct. Most of us did. One thing keeps me going though and kept my mind sharp. Revenge. I vowed I would get revenge on the Clans somehow. Of course the reality is, I've had to hide in a hole in the ground while my ghouls scavenge the countless battlefields of this accursed place. I am the Ghoul King."
"Ghoul King eh? I'm very surprised nobody's hunted you."
"I haven't survived this long by being sloppy. The only ones who tend to be around here are barbarians and if any of them ever see us, it's their last time. But the tribes tend to be an anti-social lot anyway, so it's unlikely that any of them run to tell the civilized folks that there are ghouls and their king infesting the area. So what of you? It's been a long time since I've seen a necromancer a long time "
"I'm attempting to supplement my army as it were. These tribes would make excellent additions. Especially the giants."
"I see. So you mean to take away my food source? Not to mention my OWN supply of followers. These ghouls don't grow from trees you know!"
This is an interesting situation. You didn't expect this, but perhaps you can use it to your advantage. This "Ghoul King" is close enough to you to attack with your troops. Chances are, if you killed him, you could take his remaining horde of ghouls to help you destroy the tribes in the area.
However, maybe you could use a little diplomacy.
"Alright Catalina, we'll go with this plan, but I'm going to do it personally, so you're in charge of things here for awhile."
"Really? You're not only following my advice, but you're also trusting me to run Aftermath?"
"Yeah I'm whipped, now I want you to keep a good run of things here, and if the Grand Alliance attacks I want to know immediately, so I can get here!"
"Okay, but I doubt if that'll happen. They've been preoccupied with Velzix lately."
"Hmm, y'know we'll have to do something about him too later, but first I guess I got some barbarians to kill."
"Good luck!" she says and quickly kisses you on the cheek before you leave. You stare at her for a moment in shock and she stares back.
"What?" she asks as if nothing happened.
"Nothing, but we'll discuss THAT later when I return." You say.
"Maybe. If you're good and return victorious."
"I don't think I'll be good, but I will be returning victorious."
You decide that given the long stretches of barren plains of where you're heading. Incorporeal undead shall work better. You need speed, and the tribes will probably have little in the way of magic to combat you. You also take a couple extra necromancers with you along with your army of ghosts, spirits and wraiths.
You make pretty good time and suffer no attacks on the way, probably because of the rather low profile and somewhat hard to see aspects of your army. When you arrive in the Drozz region, it's night, but still as desolate as you remember it. Your Dad took you here a couple times during his attempts to "toughen" you up when he still thought he could turn you into a warrior. You hated it then, and you hate the place now.
After casting a sense life spell, you start to head towards the direction of the nearest tribe, but your uncanny connection with death lets you know that you're being watched and not by the living
Suddenly from over a small hill top a group of misshapened creatures pop their heads up. After what looks to be chatter between the creatures, they lope in your direction. Ghouls. One of the filthier forms of undead. Typically they were created by vampires, who used to use them as tougher servants. (Basically mortals who weren't "worthy" enough for the gift of vampirism) but that would mean that there's a vampire in the area.
You don't have time to think too hard about it, you just react and dominate your will over the ghouls. For some reason they're very resistant to you and you're forced to destroy them. More ghouls appear however, and soon you're surrounded.
"Where the fuck are these things coming from?" one of your necros asks.
"Stay calm. Don't lose control VAMPIRE! SHOW YOURSELF! If you're going to assassinate me, I would've thought the clans were at least honorable enough to not rely on ghouls!" you shout.
Your shouting is soon answered. The ghouls suddenly stop and a hideous figure appears on the same hilltop. He then walks towards you and your army and stops not to far from it. He's fearless and shows no signs of being concerned of your presence.
"Clans? Don't speak to me of the clans! I was cast out long ago for my actions! Once I feasted upon the blood of royalty, with legions of mortals willing to die for me. Now I feast upon the carrion of barbarians with only ghouls as company."
"So you're an outcast? I thought all you types of vampires degenerated into mindless beasts much like the ghouls."
"Hah! Do you not think this is degeneration enough? I can't even make another vampire anymore. But you are quite correct. Most of us did. One thing keeps me going though and kept my mind sharp. Revenge. I vowed I would get revenge on the Clans somehow. Of course the reality is, I've had to hide in a hole in the ground while my ghouls scavenge the countless battlefields of this accursed place. I am the Ghoul King."
"Ghoul King eh? I'm very surprised nobody's hunted you."
"I haven't survived this long by being sloppy. The only ones who tend to be around here are barbarians and if any of them ever see us, it's their last time. But the tribes tend to be an anti-social lot anyway, so it's unlikely that any of them run to tell the civilized folks that there are ghouls and their king infesting the area. So what of you? It's been a long time since I've seen a necromancer a long time "
"I'm attempting to supplement my army as it were. These tribes would make excellent additions. Especially the giants."
"I see. So you mean to take away my food source? Not to mention my OWN supply of followers. These ghouls don't grow from trees you know!"
This is an interesting situation. You didn't expect this, but perhaps you can use it to your advantage. This "Ghoul King" is close enough to you to attack with your troops. Chances are, if you killed him, you could take his remaining horde of ghouls to help you destroy the tribes in the area.
However, maybe you could use a little diplomacy.