Draxis stared down at Villith and smiled once again to himself. “Ahh one of the mysterious Dark Elves. Your kind holds a loathing for these highborns. I’m assuming you’ve come to join in the siege with orders from Razgar, you you come alone to seek your own special revenge.” He spoke down to the woman from his mount. She was fair, and beautiful, for a mortal being, and reminded him of his days as a mortal himself. He would be glad to have her in this fight, for she seemed competent and had an air of magic around her. “A sorceress? I can smell it on you. I have plans to batter my way through these forests. My beasts and creatures are tearing down the very trees that your enemies so enjoy and we are using them as weapons against them. My brothers in arms are not mere soldiers. The elves cannot stop the seething tide that is the restless walk of the dead; we know not pain nor hunger nor sleep. We know not what death means any longer and only long to taste destruction. My brethren cannot be slain by their blades, not anymore… Not now that my master has shielded us from them. As we speak, Baphomet, my great lich lord, is covering us in his dark mists and shielding us from their magics.” Draxis spoke with confidence as his legions teemed through the forest, crashing through trees and knocking them down. “My warriors are not the common undead that plagues the countryside outside of my realm, young one. Mine are of stronger, darker magic. A magic so evil and so full of malice that they are made nearly whole once again, a magic that makes them fight with an unholy fervor.” Draxis removed his helmet, to shot the wispy ghostly form that surrounded his physical body. His spirit lingered on him and held his old, rotting flesh to his bones, the pale old form of his mortal shell clung the blue mists that surrounded it and in that mist you could see his true, human face and body. His strong jaw of his spirit form lined the withered and sunken flesh and muscle of his physical one, showing this Dark Elf woman his true form. “We are not some shambling un organized mess. We fight with all the fierceness and fury that death can offer. Not tactics or walls or magic forests can hold us or stop us. We are an endless tide and we grow evermore powerful with each fallen foe. We desecrate the very ground we walk and we cause chaos where we step.” He reared his steed to face her and showed her the other half of his face, rotted through to the bone, his pale white jaw bones glistening in the fire. Draxis motioned to his catapults and spoke once more. “These machines are meant more so to storm the castles of the humans and to tear them from their decadent seats of ‘power’ and give them a taste of the dirt that they tried to bury me in.” He spoke with malice in his voice, a sort of evil glare in his eyes and a twisted grin on his rotted face. “Now, my Dethsworn, we ride into battle and will take down the elves defenses ourselves, to prove to this Dark Elf woman that the might of the Felwind Legions shall not be questioned.”