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C'tanlik took control of the corpse that the Body Emperor's slave back in the Kingdom was connected to, and moved it towards the Necromancer in the black robe. Xanathos moved with them as they went. Before the Necromancer could use his charm, Xanathos looked down at him from his nine foot stature, and in a deep menacing voice he spoke.

"If this is a trap, I will personally make you eat your own face."

Xanathos felt no phasing as they were teleported to the floor where the supposed Master was awaiting them. Back in the Empire teleportation was an essential means of moving around, how else would one cover large distances in a short time. As the group were finished in their teleportation, Xanathos looked at the Necromancer briefly with a glare, before turning and sweeping his cloak around him, and walking into the room, awaiting the Master inside.

Xanathos looked about the study with an air of disdain, he had personally never cared for Sorcerors, they held too much power, and he didn't like it, but soon that would be remedied in the Empire.

"We lost some Dead-men to your Labyrinth, although nothing that can't be restored back in the Empire. I thank you for your welcome to the Necropolis, it is a much welcome change than the living infestation above ground. So, what questions do you have over our offer?"

As Xanathos said this he muttered under his breath the words of power that held his armoured skull to his head. Slowly he removed the helm from his frame, and placed it on the demilich's desk. Behind the helmet lay a face that seemed perfect, sickeningly so. Its glacier blue eyes penetrated whoever gazed upon them, and upon his head a thick golden mane fell over his head. Although he appeared beautiful, it was one of those things that repulsed one, he was too perfect, too symmetrical, too manufactured.

Xanathos paused briefly while C'tanlik relayed information to the Emperor, and then back through to Xanathos. "We will sacrifice as many undead as it takes to conquer the land, although the Undead are a needed sacrifice for the war, you would be amazed with what our Body mages can do with live prisoners. As for weapons, most of our supplies come from within the Empire, and consist of mostly melee weapons, as our long distance forces are mostly mages. The great majority of weaponry are made from the metal you see in front of you." Xanathos motioned to the helmet sitting on the desk.

"It is extremely resistant to heat, piercing and slashing damage, making it we find the most effective armour for combat." Xanathos then paused again as C'tanlik drew more information to and from the Emperor."As for stratagies, we thought a more knowledged source would be more helpful, although we Dead-men do possess certain stratagies for crippling a city."

"Our mages require that portals be set up between the Necropolis and our Empire, to ease the travelling of troops. It would also be helpful if you could mobilize your troops quickly, as ours are already in a state to go to war." As Xanathos said this he picked up the helm, which is the Demilich was looking for magic upon, he would have found a single rune on the inside of the helm. The rune allowed the helm to fuse to the Dead-man's face, essentially allowing the helmet and him to become one.

"Also, our Emperor had a target in mind for the first assault. He believes it will not be the easiest of targets to attack, but it is an essential one to cripple if we are to proceed through to the rest of Gaia. The Dark City of Lament is what he wishes to destroy. What are your feelings on this?"

"So you propose we attack this Barton first? Our preliminary scans of the place indicate the Eastern portion of Gaia is where many skilled fighters make their homes. Are you sure that it is wise to begin with the East? Perhaps the West is a safer choice." Xanathos said this in a negotiating tone. Lament was indeed a fortified place, he had told the Emperor this when first it had been suggested. The Emperor had even suggested that he himself ride into battle to give the troops morale, but it was decided against. He was too important to fall.

"Very well then, Grashnak and Brashna will remain here in the Necropolis, along with the unit of Dead-men Elites and Body-slaves, you may keep all but one of the corpses if you like, although I assure you they're of no special material. I, and C'tanlik will travel with your fastest airship back to the Empire, where we will make the final preparations before making the jump through the Portal. You will be bringing along some of your mages too help with the portal drawing process from our end I assume?" Xanathos spoke this almost with authority, his large frame sweeping his cloak around him, not even waiting for an answer he began to ready himself to leave, before hesistating, allowing the Lich to give a responce...

Xanathos smiled at the Demilich in the manner that seemed friendly, yet dangerous. With that Xanathos grabbed the parchment and turned to leave. As he was walking back away from the office he passed C'tanlik, who stopped him momentarily. As C'tanlik whispered into his ear Xanathos nodded, and spoke to Valas once more before he left.

"My Emperor feels there is much that can be learnt from our two Empires joining. He is pleased that you are so willing to co-operate with this. The next time we shall meet will be on the dawn of war. Farewell, and treat our sorcerors with care. Come C'tanlik" with that both the Necromancer and the hulking Dead-man left the office.