Not long after his conversation with Razgar, he made Draxis made his way out of the camp and towards where his Legions would be stationed, gathering supplies for their siege machines and prepping the Bone Wyverns for overhead assaults. Draxis huffed as he sat upon his mount, looking across to his army of undead, wondering what to do next, when suddenly a though came to his mind. “BROTHERS!” He called out, “Brothers, I call to you now, we have received orders from our ‘Great Leader’ Razgar. We are to wipe out the home of the elves. To tear down their forests and trees and to burn down their homes! This is a glorious order, for they have been trying to rid us of these lands for many years, but now is the time to strike back, to destroy our enemy in their very homes and to show them what true power really is! Go forth my brothers, go and burn the earth they so cherish and turn their dreams into ashes!” He shouted and raised his blade into the air, pointing it in the direction of the Elves forests. “Wyvern Riders, take your alchemic fire and rain it down from the blackened skies. Corpse Wagon brigades, be prepared to fire all payloads on my command. The siege will begin at first light, and will not stop until all is left but cinders and dust!” Draxis grinned under his helm, oh the evil thoughts he had. None would stand in the way of this siege, none would dare try and stop him. He had waited too long and had far too much time to prepare for this. His armies were vast and powerful and little that Razgar could do to stop him but point him in a direction and utter the words ‘Destroy’.
After his speech, Draxis and his armies set out towards the forests of the elves. The ever present sound of heavy wooden wheels crushing plants and dirt underneath them as ghouls of all shapes and sizes pushed the corpse wagons along. Screeches from over head as the Bone Wyverns circled above and followed the Legion, tearing apart whatever wildlife they found in the skies. No life would exist in Draxis’ reign, only undeath would exist. The hulking abominations that stood nearly ten feet tall made their thundering steps as they plodded along with the rest of the army. Rows upon rows of shield toting corpses made up his front line and behind them skeletal archers each brandishing a different shaped arrowhead, each crude and dastardly in design. The Legion of Felwind was fearsome to say the least and not much more could be left to the imagination, s creatures of all shapes and sizes emerged within the legion. Unholy corpse dogs with two or three heads walked beside and between each of Draxis’ Dethsworn. “This will be a battle that no man, woman or child will ever forget. The day the dead roe up and struck back at the overfed and over confident mortals.” His voice was quiet, as he spoke to himself, feeling as though Baphomet had sent his approval for this change in course.
Several hours passed and finally his armies were at the edge of the forest, and in mere moments, the screeching of the Bone Wyverns and their riders were all that could be heard as they threw potions of volatile liquid down on the trees, each glass bottle shattering and causing a reaction of fire and explosions where ever they landed. “FIRE!” Draxis screeched as he waved his hand towards the forest, followed by the sound of the meat wagons catapults flinging balls of flaming, rotted flesh into the trees. The beginning of the purge was at hand and nothing could make Draxis more happy.