Viktor Von Carstein strode onto the battlefield; focusing his willpower, he could feel the invisible waves of dark power swirl around him... and he could feel the little pinpricks of sentience as he raised his army... silently, his host of undead warriors gathered around him, animated by his dark powers.
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Ithilien sat atop his mighty moon dragon and surveyed the battlefield below him... pride filled him as he saw his warriors assemble on the plains below. Elves, resplendent in their glittering scale armour, were now forming up into their fighting ranks.
It's either here and now or never, he thought. The undead menace had to be stopped before it overwhelmed the Old World. Sweeping in wide arcs in the sky, he wondered... now where were our allies...
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Imotepmyshoulder and his undead horde had been pursuing the tomb raiders for weeks now, and now the raiders were in sight... the men of the Empire had taken some precious magical relics and the infidels needed to be punished. He was about to exact his final vengeance only to see an army of elves in his path...
Imotepmyshoulders, realised that he was outnumbered, and was already willing his troops to put up a final show of power when he felt the dark powers of the vampire... it was not an alliance he would have favoured... but the situation was dire...
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The Wood Elven army crept up stealthily line up alongside their high elven kin. Junxileth the Treeman and his happy dryads, detached themselves from the forest, scaring quite a few of the high elven folk... It won't do to have the undead to rampage freely across the old world... It was with some disdain that he felt that once again the elves would have to defend the weak race of Men..........
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