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"Formed some guilds..." Mor'laz repeated to himself, reminding himself o the guilds which have so much supreme power over Occulas. That was why most Scarred would try and get to the mainland through Bornheiniculate or the Land of Crows... but there luck there was still slim. His attention was brought back to Kole when he said that this dragon was the one to be brought back to life. Mor'laz coul only think to himself how difficult such a feat would be in normal necromatic arts, specifically for a dragon that transcended even the age of humans. It would appear he may have been an ancient nemesis of the elves... or perhaps... he was around even before the elves evolved. Pondering that though, he saw how speaking of such legend made Kole so.... thrilled.

But Mor'laz still wasn't sided with the idea, what if this 'blood dragon' he speaks so fondly about wasn't at all... friendly. "And how do you know that everyone else will agree?" he asked, raising a brow and feeling like perhaps he had outsmarted the man, Mor'laz had even flung his arms out as if to gesture to the rest of the Scarred on Bloodholme. Continuing he said "I for one, know that my fellow Necromancers won't be so quick as to let such a... being... rule our skies"

((Sorry i took so long to reply, getting hard to juggle around all these threads and new additions sweatdrop oh P.S. when i first read this, i was pleased to see my name :3 ))

Kole went on to explain more and more, and this mysterious being was becoming more and more intriguing. He was very true however about the syndicate. "I somewhat agree" and his tone become understand yet... somewhat cunning and mischievous at the same time. "They say that protect and bring justice... while we're sitting here, scorned for our heritage" he snickered, thinking about the demons in Hell. Then a scroll appeared, and he became weary as to whether to accept it or not. "Zy...lvanness" Mor'laz repeated, impressed. Zylvanness was very great... yes... in his time. Then he somewhat... well. Let's just say he had a very great time manipulating the Verdant against the Aether. All in all, he almost achieved his plans for domination and damnation. It made Mor'laz revel in the thoughts of Zylvanness.

Swiping the scroll, he gave Kole a glare and said "Perhaps i may run this by the other Necromancers... we've not had something worth bringing back to life in decades" he chuckled to himself for a moment.

Kole gave a strange look and seemed to take hold of his stomach. Mor'laz suspected her was hungry, he'd have to go searching one of the local gatherings for food.

All of a sudden it was as if Kole had been taken over by a demon himself, letting out a fit of anger, obviously he was suffering some ego issues after losing his wings. Mor'laz's empty stare waited for him to calm down, it was such a meagre thing to lose he thought, though the power of flight is quite an exceptional one. The necromancers personally prefer to come together with a greater power and make passage through the underworld to where they must go.

But he was told not to offend. "There's no telling if we'll even have the chance " he said, holding back his emotions.

After only a few moments for the two of them to think up of something to do next, Kole was asking about the area, and it made Mor'laz cheaply exhale from under his breath as he looked around the area that were sitting in. "Necrovalley" Mor'laz said, holding up his arms as if to introduce the entire region to Kole, scroll still in his hand. "What would I be if i did not know my way around the land of my people. I presume your from the realm of Hell's Gate?" he asked, he knew many of the necromancers stayed in necrovalley, but most of the scarred, the more battle-ready stayed around Hell's Gate. The once beautiful portal to hell, destroyed at the end of the Burning Invasion when the 3 were defeated.

Kee'da was probaby just as excited to be here as Rúna, however she was questioning the safety of these flying machines. Rúna looked over her shoulder at Kee'da beside her, she said "No land between here and Bloodholme..." almost with a sadness that struck her jjust then. There was a good reason for there being an ocean between them, what if there was land. Everyday Occulas laughs in the face of Bloodholme and the Scarred, they may be mindless, but their reckless hrodes can prove a problem if given a leader. The three of them were shortly making their way up into one of Entei's Zeppelins and the captains took no time organising everyone and preparing to leave in just 20 minutes. They were on the ship with the other volunteers, some of them seemed novice, others however seems as skilled or more than Rúna. She observed, one man in particular was under a black cloak, in another corner there were a lone woman with brown bopped hair and a long black sword... she looked like she dressed from the region of Albanoch Desert. What caught Rúna's gaze was the 7 glass daggers spiralling around her oh so slowly. Looking over at another direction she saw a lady with long white hair and a crescent shaped blade, she was pale and were old grey armour. She was basic- no, Rúna was surprised once more, that lady had a glowing white moon on her forehead. Sometimes she forgot just how diverse this world rally was.

The Journey to Bloodholme was shorter than any commercial flight would take, however it got more arduous the closer they got. Even though the black skies never got brighter or darker, the winds picked up and it became a lot warmer than even the deserts in Occulas. They landed on the most north-western tip of Necro-valley, a charred black landscape made fo damp black rocks that often looked like they had been broken from a larger body. There were surprisingly no one around to stop them from landing their ships. Their captain announced "You each have a squadron that you must stick with and follow, the marks now appearing on your hands will show you were to go!". Everyone was then glaring at their hands, and down below were the Elites had already embarked and stepped foot on the surface of Bloodholme they were holding up holographic banners of the symbol each person was given. Rúna, Kee'da, and Kyne were given the mark of an eye surrounded by three dots and three outward pointing lines. Getting to their group, they had three Elites, two Lords and one Lady. It seemed as though they had a couple groups of volunteers as well as a mixture of soldiers from Entie and Asmodius. There were hundreds of them, all lined up across the great cliff that looked over the stormy tide below them. Then there was the sound of a bellowing horn in the distance, at first Rúna thought it was one of the captains... but upon further speculation she found that it was coming from one of the Necromancer Towers not far from here. She heard one of the Elites mutter "We've been spotted", then one of the captains shouted "Prepare yourselves!". Rúna was panicing almost, this really was war, she didn't expect it to be like this.. what was she doing? But then the Elite noticed, and smirked whilst rbandishing his weapon, he said "We won't die here, they're vermin and easily killed. Think of it this way" as he spoke the ground far off rattled and rocks fell away from slopes. The elite finished with "They're ruining your life". And with that, the ground gave birth to an army of the undead, bones coming together, some in full bodies, other in abominatons that created skeletal spiders or giants, or even heads with legs. "If you need help our marks will let us know! Stay close!" the Lady announced.

From here they were make their way from Necro-valley to Hell's Gate, luckily they would not have to pass the Demon Forge or the City of the Damned. all they had to do was dwindle their numbers, make sure there was no demonic threat and if there was... annihilate it. The undead army was smaller than theire, afterall, there were only so many bodies here to use. And not far off the towers were holding the Necromancer leaders.

The battle waged on, the hordes of the undead however were easily returned to the ground from which they came, it was teh curse of the Necromatic arts. The more there were to control, the less stable the bodies would become. But the Necromancers had a firm hold from their fortresses, their towers built in the crevaces usually hidden behind hills, rock formations and holes in the ground. Rúna managed to kick and punch her way through the bones, often jumping into the air or around them to dodge attacks and give a counter-attack. Arcane magic flew overhead, bullets blasted and blades slashes across bones. There were only few casualties so far.

"Ugh" Mor'laz sighed, standing in the dull and shabby library of his tower. He was lucky enough to have one of his own, but being one of the higher ranking necromancers came with it's perks. He was looking out the window at the distance, he saw the battle and wasn't expecting an assault quite so soon. Behind him were a a small elevated table with a pool of blood in a wide shallow bowl. "I was hoping some more time to prepare, but it would seem the Occulians are less than happy to see our Queen return..." he turned on his heel and looked at Sar'kona before rolling his eyes. "We should really get out there and make sure those imbociles don't become one of their own creations..." Mor'laz added, thinking about the necromancers who couldn't stand to see. "I'm sending in the Golem..." he finally said, walking up to the bowl of bood and taking a deep breath. He could feel the very power of the blood he had drained from his own body over the days that had passed, it resonated to Necromancers like a flame would to elementals, like light would pulsate and give the Syndicate hope and life. This gave Mor'laz power and destruction, at just the measly sacrifice. Pulling a chain that hung beside the table, the skull at the end went down and pulled back up and swung side-to-side as the blood began to drain from the bowl and leak down to the floor. It sunk into the cracks of the stone floor before descending deep into the earth. "Time to leave" he then asid, gesturing Kona to follow him to the fray.

The armies of Occulas had gotten far closer to the towers now, these were the only obstacles in their way before they marched to Hell's Gate, from which they could see the power of from just here. The horizon was twisting and a run glow was cutting through the clouds. The last of the skeletons were destroyed, and its bones scattered across the ground. Now they were staring up at the towers nearby, waiting for something to happen - for everything was far too silent. Rúna looked confused, and stared at Kyne and Kee'da for insight, perhaps they some bright ideas to suggest what may happen next. But still - she did now know their background, nor did she care. That was when the ground began to shake, and the earth itself began to groan like an old, dying beast, diseased, and with every movement it's bones would beg to break. Suddenly, the earth nearby tore away from it's home and limbs reached up and pulled the golem to life. Elsewhere the same happened, for each tower there was one, gigantic, bloody golem. Rúna couldn't believe her eyes, the rocks had come to life, and from them came fresh blood that dripped where ever it stood, and never stopped flowing. From not far behind this golem however, came two suspicious characters. Mor'laz, with his whip in hand, was not far off and staring into the groups of heroes, and he didn't even bare a grin or satisfaction.

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