Arin sat in a war room with 6 skeleton generals seated in front of him, plotting their next move.
"So, Arin," Gray said. "What is our move?"
They were sitting in a round, white quartz room, discussing their attack plan for Warminger Hold.
"We should attempt a frontal assault." One of the generals said in a very dark tone.
"Hm," Arin said in a heavy German accent. "That could work."
"I think we should send out some Bone Thieves and some BoneHunters." Gray said thoughtfully.
"No, I don't think we should do that," Another General responded.
"I suggest we send out catapults and trebuchets, guarded by Skeleton Warriors."
"No, I wouldn't advise this. There would be monumental casualties and we would lose our ranged weapons." General Eisenhower angrily announced, punctuating it by banging his boney fist on the mahogany table.
"NO! We should NOT send out our ranged weapons when they will most certainly be destroyed!" General Trimond yelled loudly, hoping to get his point across.
Amidst all this, Arin was sitting calmly as his Generals fought over a plan of attack.
As the three generals fought, a scout entered unnoticed.
"Lord, I come with bad news." Arin practically leaped through the mountain his war room was in with surprise.
"We may need to rethink our attack plans." Arin said, as he rose from his seat, and exited the room.
He walked through the stone hallways of the stronghold, his eyes drawn to the rough edges and crevices in the walls.
Turning left into a new hallway, it only took a few steps until he felt water dripping on his head.
He look up at the stalagmite ceiling, gazing at the sharp triangles of rock that had formed over centuries before the stronghold.
Looking forward, he saw the slippery wet floors that had gained water over time.
Turning right into a well lit room adorned with skulls on the walls, a dark feeling fell across Arin.
It quickly lifted after he stared at his favourite skull in the room- a giant anaconda that had been killed in the forest a long, long, long time before his.
He took his gaze off the skull, ignoring the others mounted on the wall as he walked straight through the room without delay.
The next room he went through was the dining hall.
Decorated with a 25 foot long mahogany table, a sparkling gold chandelier hanging from one of many stalactites, and large paintings hanging on the walls.
All of them depicted the fall of humans and the rise of Necromancers.
Mind you, Necromancers look completely human- except for their eyes.
Arin continued, paying no heed to the one Skeleton Warrior in the room looking longingly at the food on the table.
He exited the dining room through large double oak doors.
One last hallway.
That was the only thing that was keeping Arin from seeing if his scout was telling the truth.
He walked straight through with no problems, entering into a tall circular room covered in jagged rock.
In the center was a spiral staircase.
Arin put a foot on the staircase, one after the other, as he slowly ascended.
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He stood in a small tower as he gazed around his kingdom.
His stronghold was situated in a mountain, and this tower was on one of the four peaks.
All around, he could see black trees- long dead and burned from when the humans tried to come and take him down ten years ago.
Finally, his gaze landed on something that did not belong.
Something that proved his scout's words.
Something that would change the world as he knew it.