- Location
- Belgium
Omake: 879 The Undying Warrior, Rebuilding the warmachine
More and more of the dormant ones had awakened, more and more ready to serve the Master's cause once more! Scouts had been sent and reported a village inhabited by tiny creatures called Halflings. The village was ill defended he concluded from the Scouting report. No matter, it would make their job easier. Still even as the bloodlust inside of him stirred, he knew there were still things to be done. An attack should not be executed hastily; Defenders had the advantages of their defences, how pittiful those may also be, the attackers on their turn had the advantages of choosing when and where to attack.
Trained fighters and he used that term pretty loosely were the backbone of any fighting force. He was powerful, more than most he could feel at least. The Idol gave them numbers, the Sage gave them tools, perhaps he could give them combat skills? Yes, that was what he would do. He gathered a bunch of compliant skeletons and began training them on how to use the rocks they found. Loathe as he was to use such a crude weapon as a mere rock, the rock was what he had, so the rock was what he would use. The others picked up quickly, which all by all wasn't too suprising considering how basic their training was. He wondered if the Sage would be able to give them better weapons before the battle?
Even if not he would do with what he had. The Sage and Idol worked with the resources they had at their disposal, so he would too. So for now he trained and taught how to fight using simple rocks, but the call for battle had arisen from the depths of his mind and he knew the waiting and training would make the battle all the more enjoyable for him.
More and more of the dormant ones had awakened, more and more ready to serve the Master's cause once more! Scouts had been sent and reported a village inhabited by tiny creatures called Halflings. The village was ill defended he concluded from the Scouting report. No matter, it would make their job easier. Still even as the bloodlust inside of him stirred, he knew there were still things to be done. An attack should not be executed hastily; Defenders had the advantages of their defences, how pittiful those may also be, the attackers on their turn had the advantages of choosing when and where to attack.
Trained fighters and he used that term pretty loosely were the backbone of any fighting force. He was powerful, more than most he could feel at least. The Idol gave them numbers, the Sage gave them tools, perhaps he could give them combat skills? Yes, that was what he would do. He gathered a bunch of compliant skeletons and began training them on how to use the rocks they found. Loathe as he was to use such a crude weapon as a mere rock, the rock was what he had, so the rock was what he would use. The others picked up quickly, which all by all wasn't too suprising considering how basic their training was. He wondered if the Sage would be able to give them better weapons before the battle?
Even if not he would do with what he had. The Sage and Idol worked with the resources they had at their disposal, so he would too. So for now he trained and taught how to fight using simple rocks, but the call for battle had arisen from the depths of his mind and he knew the waiting and training would make the battle all the more enjoyable for him.