Starting Point/Idea Concept/Thing/Cthulhu

The moon caressed the less than dotted skies, radiating a twilight's gleam. Baros gently crept along the barren soil, crawling underneath Abyssal Flora that glowed with a royal's purple void. Trees, demoralized as their leaves were absent, bark starting to peel from the sheer necromatic energy pestering, swayed somehow as a freezing gale of wind send leaves and debris into the air. A several yards from Baros lay a massive fort lined with Blaze Chalices that brandished a fiery holy flame, searing hot.  The fort's walls were lined in ironclad warriors, each seemingly brimming with faith, pride, and an attitude boiling with courage. Priests were heard chanting within the fort's walls, life springing forth at the gates, only to die as the necromatic energies zapped the essence from them.

[i]Keep quiet... stay hidden Baros...[/i] His feet softly scrunched the  bare soil underneath him, his body laying flat against the ground. [i]Alright, got to make sure we won't get ourselves murdered... Oh, this shall be a fun raid.[/i] He gives a raspy, silent chuckle, lifting his head to scout the the fortress's perimeter. [i]Paladins, big ones... I sense a holy energy inside. Hm... Bloody, darn priests. Those will be hard to take down.[/i] He reaches behind his back, shuffling a bit before grabbing a scroll. He lain it on the ground, unwrapping the tough paper, quite literally carving symbols and letters into it afterwards. All of this in silence, as well. [i]Alright, time for our entrance.[/i] His rather brawn skeletal frame made little noise as he crawled closer to the fort's walls, soon hugging them within a minute. He began to make his way across the wall, dagger-point claws scraping the stone boulders occasionally. [i]Tall walls... difficult for us. Smart.[/i]

Baros kept a slow, steady and quiet pace along the wall, his mind racing. [i]This war is only going to get harder. I suppose The Undead will have to become darker and go farther off course...[/i] He softly shook his head, banishing those thoughts from his mind. [i]They're still going to let us be free. They're still good people...[/i] He froze, accidentally kicking a rather large rock a good distance away, drawing the attention of the warrior right above him. Minutes pass by as Baros remained utterly still, never moving.  The warrior audibly shrugged mumbling a bit before his boots clanked against the stone path before him on his patrol. [i]... Paladins, tough ones they are. Not as much as the priests, though... I should stop thinking on them. The Wayward Light is at least keeping us at bay. Which, annoying as it is, seems beneficial to both sides. Hm... My morals conflict me to the point I feel my entire being tear.[/i] He stopped, shaking his head as he neared the edge of the wall he so pressed against. [i]Our Liches need to improve, or we'll have to be the ones to figure this out... They're doing fine right now, but I just know that the flesh bags are cooking up a surprise. Always have... I still remember the pain. I guess I'm denouncing my own  force more than our enemies. Heh... Maybe that says something... Oh, Aros, would you look at your creation now. About to cause the biggest massacre yet.[/i]

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