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"The Human Empire did you say?" Dacal and the others of the undead broke into laughter. His voice shattering what little ice was in the room. Regaining his composure he turned towards the humans. His blades were the first out as soon as the threat of violence came. "Perhaps my lord, the human king does not remember that we spared him, on a whim. We let you live because you have use to us, not the other way around. You should be begging for our help, not ordering us. We are not your Elven pets, and even they shouldn't be taking orders from you. A proud race fallen from its grace. You humans have always feared death, and you fear it still. We killed the last king, and we can do it again. You remain alive at our whims. We chose not to crush you, so watch your tongue, unless you want me to remove it."

Dacal eyed the humans closely. An impatient race of beings, and a race that always believes itself to be the superior race. The king was no better, like father, like son, they both were foolish and impetuous. Dacal knew that if it came to blows, the victor was clear, the Vampire king would remove the human pestilence and treat with the elves. At least they had the decency to ask. Even back when it was the Elves, not the humans who were dominant throughout most of the land, they had the respect to ASK of the dead. But these humans had not yet learned why the dead ought to be feared, even when the icy grip of death was upon them. Perhaps the boy king did not know, that his father's personal guard and his father's own brother turned tail to flee like the rest of that force after the kings death, only to be slain and rise again.

"My King, your servant asks to remove this human from your sight, he has no respect for his elders, and is an ignorant fool. His empire has fallen, and he knows not of it."

This being said the Elite guards put their hands on their weapons and moved to defend their king. Vampires surrounded their lord of death. Dacal snapped his fingers and called the ghosts and wraiths from their graves.

"I'm sure that the human king might reconsider himself if he had to fight his father, uncle, and former personal guard."

A group of hooded individuals behind the Vampire king moved in front of their master, and took off their hoods, revealing the decaying faces of the King's father, Uncle, and former guard.

"Isn't one of your human phrases 'All roads lead to death?' Such a true statement, as even your own father knows-"

"Dacal, stand down, I would like to keep these humans alive for now, they have their uses. Yurrak this is unlike you, did you want to see your father that badly? No. I think not, you did not know he had joined our ranks. I ask you now, what is the benefit for us to help you. The dead can always return to the lands of eternal winter,a place where not even the hellbeasts can go. You know we would rather take the elves with us and your kind. Inspire your men as much as you wish. Death will always loom in the end for you. And you had better learn to accept that. I suggest a recess, to let our sides discuss things, we can rejoin in an hour. Just remember, that without our help, the front would fall, as the majority of the troops there are of the dead. Your performance later will affect that place."

The Vampire King removed himself from the room, many of the dead remained, like the gruesome visages of the former king. Dacal left the room eying the humans with disgust. He paused as he eyed some of the elves, formed some small talk, and continued on, motioning for the elven 'heroes' to meet him by the graveyard. Dacal turned towards the human 'heroes' "Those of you who know your place with death will meet me by the graveyard in a few minutes, I have news that you may not know of."

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Rhaebold had been behind the one known as 'Decal' for a while, bursting with rage at the pety insults. That had been bad enough, but to insult the King! Why he ought to...

He looked at the King. He stood there with a sort of grin. Once all others apart from the Humans had left, the Royal spoke.
"Heh. Ignore them. They forget that our Crusade had been whittled down by countless battles, and met the Vampire King where they ruled the field 3:1. My father, my uncle and the guard. They died doing their jobs. I respect them and though they have joined the enemy, it is without their will. I hold no grudges to them.
"But i may say, my Warriors. They are indeed the foolish race. Not us. They have always been like that. Posh, snobby and arrogant. They see from old eyes, remember. You must have patience with them, they aren't the brightest of all. Anyway. Farewell, i must return to my dorms."

Rhaebold knew he should have desposed of Decal straight away. Problem is, a fight would have ensued and who knows what Chaos would come from it. Yurrak wasn't known for it, but his sword mastery matched that of the Vampire Kings. With a frown, he left the gardens. He was eyed by the Vampire guards, but upon a glance at them they turned away in fear. He smiled to himself, turning the frown upside down. Indeed he was a force to be reckoned with. He was, though, going to do what he heard in a faint whisper.

" Those of you who know your place with death will meet me by the graveyard in a few minutes, I have news that you may not know of."

He was going to the graveyard.

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Nakara continued to sit with her legs draped over the chair. Through what the mission was supposed to be, through the threats going back and forth, and through the call for a break. She stood up yawning, wondering how she could get out of this if at all. There were things in life she had wanted to do before she died, and something about this mission just screamed that she didn't have much time left. She could feel her human hormones screaming out in the back of the head, telling her that she had a few experiments to do.

Pushing them out of her mind, she stood up slowly and stretched, letting out a wide yawn. She took her leave of the room slowly, eying all of the guards who seemed to have anger written all over their faces. Everyone was so testy, and quick to action. If the group was going to act like this the whole time, there was no way in hell that she would survive it to have any human fun.

As she made her way to the graveyard quietly, she looked around the town, seeing things that she would miss, and thinking of things she would want to do before she had to leave. Her eyes strayed over the group...there was nobody rather impressive looks wise, but they all seemed to hold a strange aura around them. These were the type of people you would want watching your back if you needed someone to. Of course, that was with the general assumption that you trusted them enough to not stab your back as they watched it.

Vor'radier shook his head slowly, all these threats and yet they got nowhere, the y were all just fighting, as usual with humans, it was loud and he could barely hear himself thinking, he longed to go back to his quiet little grove on the edge of his quiet little town where he could simply sit and do nothing for long periods of time, but, as was normal for him, that wasn't the case, some damnable human had to come along and order him to do this and that, tell him to do as they said, well, it always meant more noise and more time spent away from what he enjoyed, he had learned long ago that he would outlive humans and their kings several times over, so perhaps when he outlived this particular king he would simply make himself disappear, provided he didn't die on his new human-given suicide mission, such was always the way with humans, always suicidal missions, they couldn't simply think up something intelligent and do that, no, they had to have insane strategies.

He stifled a yawn quietly as he watched the feud between the humans and the walking dead unfold, the huge man he had followed in had started it all, the undead 'Dacal' had only added more coal to the fire, now he was walking out, signalling to some of the other elves, something about the graveyard, he managed to gather from the other elves passing him, well, he wasn't going to be there, it would just be more noise in one day than he truly wanted, it wasn't that he couldn't stand noise, he just didn't like it so much, he sighed as Dacal passed his spot by the door, all this grandeur, the damnable humans didn't care in the slightest.

To him, the humans seemed to think humbling people with their palaces, flaunts of power, meetings full of muscle-covered men and polished equipment would impress them and somehow inspire some form of greatness within them, Vor'radier had had to bite down on his tongue to stop himself from laughing when the king had called them legends, well, let the humans think that, their minds would all come crashing down to reality from that pathetic dream soon enough. Vor'radier rolled his shoulders slowly, he was the last of the non-humans to leave, as he stepped outside he walked straight towards the edge of town - the opposite direction of the graveyard, somewhere it would be nice and quiet, he let out a relieved sigh as he reached the huge trees that surrounded the town and then he simply moved around one and sat there, laying his spear down in front of him, closing his eyes, shutting out the sounds of the town a short distance away and opening his mind to the symphony of the forest.

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Valar was a bit... dissapointed at first when the walking death didn't crossed blades with the other humans but was hopeful becouse both sides didn't looked to happy with eachother, maybe the would fight eachother later. He looked at the humans, those fools would probably do everything their king asked them to do. Valar shaked his head in puzzlement, he might be a human but he would never do annything if someone just ordered him to do it... except in this case while his life depended on it. A part of him cursed himself for accepting this suicide mission instead of the death penalty but it was too late to change it.

"Those of you who know your place with death will meet me by the graveyard in a few minutes, I have news that you may not know of."

Valar looked at the undeath who said that and grinned, well he knew everything about his place with death... and bringing death to others. Still grinning under his mask Valar was the first human to leave the meeting hall and walk to the graveyard.

When he reached it he sat on a tombstone and started playing with his elven daggers, waiting for the others to come and see what sort of information this undeath knight wanted to share to them.

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