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"Lament, it's the closest town, and its been done before. The city's defenses are located above ground, where their slums are located below ground. Strategically, we can go through the Underdark and bore through the earth right into the lower portion of the city. Their cannons will be useless and the tight alleyways of the slums and the large amount of people there will make it crampt, only putting the situation further in our favour."

Decruda added, information gained from a previous raid that had taken place at that city a while ago. What made things most difficult for defenders was that once the hordes got in, they were usually careful about heavy firepower due to collateral damage. Also, due to the packed slums, not only will harvesting be much more plentiful, but defenders would have limited space to work with.

Where were the hordes when you needed them? Especially when the tunnel networks should have been heavily populated by the undead.

"So it seems... remind me to flog one of the overseers later... actually, make that flay." He made a little scribble on a piece of paper, could always use another face.

"Enter." he spoke. Time to find out who the hell it was.

He nodded to Decruda

A growl emitted from his throat at the one who had entered. It was enough that someone dared enter here. Menos did not personally need help, and if no one else could use help...it was unsure if this man would escape with his life.

"You brought gifts...interesting to say the least..."

He spoke to the man who entered.

"What are your idea's..."

Yarneth scanned the room a second time, and stepped aside to clear the door, keeping it from shutting with a gentle breeze. Two bodies wrapped in black plastic floated into the roam, carried on a high pressure bed of air mixed with a dark aura. They landed on the middle of the table side-by-side with a gentle thump. Inside the dark plastic were two men, one in his mid-thirties, the other not yet eighteen, both were exceptionally strong and healthy. And they were both alive, a paralylitic concoction kept them immobile and reduced their vital signs to barely detectable levels, but they were alive and could sense everything that was going on. If needed, their paralysis could be reversed. That wasn't the only delectable, a glass chair containing the preserved head of a Velban gypsy man floated in along with cases of other body parts from races long purged from Gaia. Once finished, they set themselves neatly in the far corner of the room.

"You'll find two men who wouldn't cooperate in a business venture, counterfeiting if you must know. I could have incinerated their bodies, but I thought the good scientist might find some use for them. The other parts aren't fresh, but they include rare species of human that may come in useful. I have no need for them, but I thought I'd give you the opurtunity to pick and choose before destroying them. I can't bare to be wasteful. The one is Velban stock, very rare, but I know of at least one freshly living Velban if you're interested."

Yarneth reabsorbed his dark aura, the room lightened up a little. "You know," he said, blowing of his nails, "There's high quality material to be found in Durem, if one goes about it with the right... strategy"

At least the visitor had sense enough to bring gifts along with his visit. Still, he didn't particularly trust anything he said, just because he provided a couple of bodies in suspended animation, and various body parts of long dead creatures. Other than cloning, he didn't see what use they would be.

A campaign against Durem, he contemplated, rubbing his chin. He's always wanted to put a sword through Edmund for all the ridiculously expensive yet cheaply designed clothing. This would certainly give him the perfect opportunity. A casualty of war. Then, he could make him a zombie!

Darsh almost chuckled at the thought, then returned his attention back to matters at hand.

"Yes, actually." Twice, she curled her fingers in quickly for another "gimme" motion.

The man entered and gave his offer. Interesting... the guy had guts. Insert joke about them being eaten. "You have horrible manners, to come to us without so much as a name to offer. Who the hell're you?"

Kraun was right, of course. This man had yet to explain himself, which only made him look even more suspicious. One dos not simply walk into a council of the dead and attempt to bribe them for their services, unless...

"Perhaps he is a spy," Darsh said in a cool, yet accusing and probably jokingly manner, his lip curling with an almost sadistic grin as he thought of the punishments given to enemy spies. It would be amusing if he really was; it's been a while since he's had any good entertainment. "We can question his gifts too, since they're still alive. Who sent you to us?"

"Mockery won't help your cause any."

Darshendros leaned forward, resting his arms on the table and glaring daggers at the man. "And no, you didn't tell us your name, and still haven't, but instead sauntered in and began flickering your tongue about, like a snake. We have our own agenda. If you wish to throw in your lot with us, so be it, but do not expect that just because you toss a couple bodies and random severed limbs at us, that we will bow our heads and do as you wish. That will be the last mistake you make."

He turned his eyes to regard the bodies on the table, scowling. His voice echoed throughout the chamber as he recited a single word in some ancient tongue, drawing upon the dark energy of the Negative Plane. He reached forward with his hand and touch the body closest to him, transferring the energy into it, and vaporizing it into a fine, crimson mist.

"Let that be your warning," Darsh said before settling back into his seat again.