"The Kingdom has developed a spell that can spot the blood core in our thralls and with the undead of the Eclipsed Lands forming an alliance between the Kingdom and the Empire, we've been cornered.
"Even if somehow we manage to send our elders to Jiera, our traitorous cousins will spot them and at that point, they would be fish in a barrel."
"I do have a plan." The Blood Warlock said. "A plan you all should have already considered on your own since it's the only way we have left to turn the tables of fate and escape annihilation.
"This is not a matter of riches or power anymore. Our survival depends on it. If we don't take a stance, we'll be wiped out and the only trace left of the Undead Courts will be a footnote in history books."
"What are you talking about?" Ezhman said with a sneer. "There is no magic formula to solve our problems. We have taken a streak of bad decisions that have led us to lose power, influence, and numbers over the past four years.
