Vragas looked down at the scroll of parchment unfurled between his thick, dull, claws, an almost subconscious motion that he had been repeating for the entirety of his hike through the plains. Looking back up at the horizon, he jumped in a mix of glee and surprise, seeing the tiny black dots that were his prey. Through this journey, time had slipped away from him. There had been no day or night, only walking and resting. Still, he had kept his own morale high, knowing that great rewards were in store for him. Already, he was in good favor with his master, this arduous task would simply solidify his place in the rising empire.
So, it was with great glee that he shouted up to Stamrad, sitting atop a wagon, dragged by two ogres. Stamrad chuckled, congratulating the imp. "You are quite the imp. Viktor is sure to reward you greatly." Said the armored general, a slight tone of malice tainting his voice. The anger went unnoticed by Vragas, who was too busy running ahead to pay attention to the hollow suit of armor. A sigh slipped from Stamrad's helmet, as he dropped off of the wagon, taking long strides. As his boots crunched down on the light blanket of snow that laid across the tundra, he pulled out his sword, the sun glancing off of the decorative blade.
When the two neared the herd, a few idle creatures raised their heads, caring very little for the newcomers, so long as their grazing remained uninterrupted. They both stopped a few meters short of the greater mass of animals, taking a moment before attacking. Vragas turned to Stamrad. "What's the plan?" He asked tentatively. The first time, he had been able to take down one, but he was unsure of how he would take down so many of the horned beasts.
Stamrad would have let a grim smirk slide onto his face, if he had one. "Well, little one, this could be rather tricky. You see, with all of these animals, someone could get hurt if we spook them, and it would be a terrible shame if someone died before we got back." He said, no longer masking the sheer hate in his voice. Before Vragas could open his mouth, Stamrad kneeled down, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck. In one swift motion, the imp was tossed into the midst of the herd, startling a few of the beasts slightly. Confusion flashed under the mask Vragas wore, before Stamrad stabbed the nearest ox with a shout, causing a stampede of the herd.
Without a second glance at the stampede, and obvious battered corpse of the imp, Stamrad turned to a smaller group of animals, a cluster that hadn't moved from their grazing. They had seen Stamrad's attack on the other group, and many started to slowly trot away, only to be met by the two ogres, who had moved the cart near. Slowly, the three boxed in the animals, before beginning the slaughter. Many crushed skulls and slit throats later, Stamrad finished piling the bloody pile of corpses in the cart, before beginning the slow march back to the castle. As he walked, he let out what would be classified as a whistle, having no remorse for the crime he committed, out of sheer jealousy.
Hydl stared in awe through the small entrance to the barracks, about to go train, per his schedule. In the courtyard of the village, and marching towards the barracks, was a large number of new troops, skeletons and ogres alike. It appeared that Viktor had been rather busy. Hydl was a bit confused, as thoughts ran through his rotting brain. What could Viktor possibly need all of these troops for? Where they going to attack someone? Were they under attack? Rather than expend any energy on harboring such foolish notions, the skeleton focused on Viktor, who had walked with the army of beasts. In order to create the troops, he had expended all of his remaining corpses, as well as much of his magical energy.
"Listen to me well, for we shall know peace no longer!" Viktor said, in a loud and commanding tone.
"We must be trained and battle ready quickly, if we are to stand against the army of Altearx. These foolish mortals take residence in a stronghold necessary for our hostile attacks on those who would dare oppose us, and I fear they will soon catch scent of our presence. If we are to survive, we must strike first! FOR BLOOD! FOR GLORY! FOR VICTORY!"
No new minions in progress.
Location: His castle, North-West of Altearx
Dungeon: A small stone castle, armed with a summoning room, barracks, Heart, 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. He has almost run out of coal dust.