Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Aug 4, 2011 19:15:47 GMT -5
[[OOC::Its time enough. The Plot WILL START. NOW!!]]
Ocutrum marched the front of his army, Vlad at his side. The massive army of Vermin with war machine's roared down the path with a plume of dirt, the rattling of paws and feet making a rythmic thum, almost an Earth Quake. Hs Face curled into a smile, Ocutrum looked insane. They had left the camp four days ago, and had made incredible time. Vlad had helped majorly, even after the death of his other captains. They had died, unfortunately, due to the Forest Dwellers. His standard swayed in his hand, the bat skeleton entwined throughout the wooden pole meanicing in all aspects. His eye expanded wildly as the Red spire of the abby appeared over the woods. Smiling, he had anticipated this. He had atually bathed and such the day before. He knew these abbey dwellers were soft, and knew they wouldn't give up. Yet still, it would save much time and bloodshed if he and Vlad met them. Signalling for his Horde to stop, he turned to Vlad. "I Hope you bathed. You and I leave alone today." Turning to a sergeant he had recently placed in his army, he left him in command, walking towards the abbey, his crooked smile wicked as his Standard, of which he had left to his Sergeant. Pulling a small flag or truce from his belt, he had left his daggers and blade with the Sergeant as well, his tail tioed around the waist. He knew the drill, he had heard the legends. He might be mad, but he was smart. And he was going to win this. Walking to the gates, he waved his flag, his voice yelling over the walls. "Abbey Beasts! I come to speak with you!"
