Fear.
Could that be what tainted Viktors thoughts as he stared skyward, red light flooding his mind?
'Nay. I am Viktor. I am strength. I am power. I am a Keeper.' He thought to himself, doubting even himself. Still, he turned to his troops, the fire beneath his helmet raging up. The braindead beasts all stared skyward, a mix of horror and confusion flickering through their small minds. Slowly, a few turned to the Keeper, their master. Surely, he would have an explanation, some words of hope and wisdom to offer. Viktor looked back at the men, red light glistening off of his steely skin. His usual aura of confidence was gone, his fear plain to see for all. Without a word, he turned on his heel, hoping to find some form of good news somewhere.
Luckily enough, Viktor was met with one of his human husks, who had been working tirelessly for quite some time now. Viktor crossed his arms, waiting for the report from the builder. "M-m-master. We have run out of your blueprints, and have completed the room as specified. What more need we do for you?" He asked, throwing a few glances at the crimson sky, like a cornered animal. Viktor let out a grunt, simply trying to mask the unknown emotions that plagued him, as they walked to where the construction had been taking place.
For a moment, the distractions were dispelled from his mind, as he saw the fruits of his labors... or his minions labors. The stone room was a large circular one, with a domed roof. In the center of the room was a large stone table, decorated with an array of tools. Adorning the table was a complicated looking machine, designed by Viktor during spare time. Wires and tubes ran off of it, connected to scaffolding that lined a hole in the roof. Red light flooded through this skylight, a grim reminder of the omens from above. Still, Viktor averted his eyes, preferring to look at the silver linings.
On the far walls were a line of glass tubes, each covered with a steel lattice. The first three contained a creature, the blueprints kept there for safety. Without waiting to dismiss his human minion, he gleefully strode to the table, where multiple supplies laid, for the creation of new minions. Like a child on Christmas morning, he could not wait to work with the tools.
Blood.
That was what filled Hydl's eyes, as he stared upwards, confused. He was the last to look towards Viktor, perhaps because of sheer coincidence, but perhaps it was something else. He had spent much time with Vragas, and that time had taught him a lot. Much of the army revered Viktor as more than just a leader- they thought of him as a god- their father. But Vragas was close to Viktor, and knew that he was less than he appeared. Still, he kept these rumors to himself. He didn't understand his fellow skeletons. They seemed lifeless, and they likely were, and it was unsettling. He shared no traits with his brethren. He felt... out of place. Many nights he stared out at the gates, imagining what would happen if he simply ran. Would they care enough to stop him? Where would he go? But for now, he quelled those thoughts. Viktors visage of grandeur had some substance behind it, and the army was growing quickly. For now, Hydl would stay along for the ride.
Guilt.
As Stamrad continiued his trek though the tundra, closing in on the castle, he jumped, frightened by the rather sudden change. It took him a moment to register what had happened, as he slowly turned about with his sword drawn. Looking up at the sky, he felt a sudden pang of... What could this feeling deep inside of him be? He wasn't used to emotions, as with most of Viktors creations. Viktor considered this to be good, though most others would see it as faulty design.
Still, this emotion stunned Stamrad.
'Are the gods punishing me for my crimes? Have I broken some ancient law with this murder? He was naught but an imp, he couldn't have been worth sparing!' He shouted mentally, trying to justify his actions as the guilt ripped him apart. He clawed at his armored head, trying to dull this terrifying emotion. Stamrad knew that he would take back his actions preformed in jealously instantly, were he given the chance.
4th Minion: 0/13
Location: His Dungeon, North-West of Altearx
Dungeon: A small stone castle, armed with a summoning room, barracks, Heart, laboratory, and prison.
Minions: 2 Imps, 9 Humanoid husks, 31 Ogres, 76 Skeletons, 1 Minotaur, and Stamrad, the armored general.
Resources: Seemingly endless supply of stone, large amounts of steel. The village was equipped with sa couple of farms which feed the army. He has a pile of assorted organs, bones, and other various body parts, as well as 76 skulls.