Rhaebold yawned. Others had joined the meeting recently, yet there was nothing to signify the Kings presence. Suddenly another large horn blew and two large, stone doors opened up from the wall itself, allowing dust to swirl and block any image of figures. Suddenly the outlines became clear and in came the King himself, Yurrak, accompanied by the Vampire King. They both sat down silently beside each other, staring down upon the gathering of heroes.

"As you may know," A posh, elegant voice bellowed out from an undead mouth, "We have gathering you peasents together in order to succeed in destroying an invasion of my," He coughed, "OUR lands."
Everyone silently watched the Kings.
"Yes. As my... Friend," King Yurrak spoke with a tinge of resentment, "As my allied commander has spoken, you have basically been gathered to... Do a mission of Sorts." He stroked his hairless chin.
"Ah, what the hell. You all deserve to know what your up against. Your going to be going extremely DEEP into enemy territory, why? To kill the invincible general of the Majurrat."

Rhaebold raised an eyebrow. This was abit worse than expected. And it had came out spitefully quick. He sighed, it was certainly suicidal.

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