Omake 879, The Undying Warrior: A motivating speech
He felt giddy when he stepped out of the cave for the first time in years, decades, centuries? He found himself not caring a lot, for they were marching to war. 879 longed to fight once more, to spread the Master's will like he had done before he went to sleep. He had been pleased when the others had received his suggestion to attack as soon as possible with interest and approval, they had drawn up a plan and together they would see it come to fruition. The moonlight illuminated his blood red bones, a stark contrast to his white brethren. The cause of the blood red colour was the regenerative power that coarsed through his bones. It flared up as if to tell him it was ready for the fight that laid ahead.
The Halflings to his annoyance seemed to have been tipped off to their existence just as the scout report had already made him believe. How he did not know, perhaps they had heard the song? Perhaps a skeleton had been spotted? It mattered little how it had happened, it was as it was. The Halfling cavalry harassed the Horde a bit on their march, but they had very little success. When the village finally came into sight he saw the shield wall ready for his attack. His intelligent colleagues had already left him to deal with their own part of the plan and organise their own troops. The General was out of sight, but he could still see the Idol. He had the majority of troops under his command and almost all of the trained fighters.
He had already divided his troops into different groups, each with their own objectives to fullfill. There was no need to rehearse the thing for the orders were as simple as could be and if needed he would be close by enough to order them himself. He turned around and looked at his troops, all ready to attack and see their mission through. He decided that a bit of extra motivation could not hurt, so he walked to the front of his troops and with a roar got their attention.
"Listen here," He roared. "And listen well! You know what to do tonight! Kill everything and everyone alive and loot all they have. The Master may not be here with us, but he's always watching over us, make sure he's not ashamed!" The skeletons roared in approval, some hoisting their rocks over their head. Whilst their intelligence varied, not a single skeleton wished to shame the Master, they would rather be destroyed than have the Master be ashamed of them.
"Do you want to make the Master proud?!" He roared. The skeletal warriors roared in acknowledgement.
"Then let's kill them all! For the Master!" He roared once more holding his crude stone 'club' in the air. The loudest thunder would have been no match for the unholy roar unleashed by the skeletons in front of him. It was good he had no eardrums that could burst. If his troops weren't fired up before, they certainly were now. The moment the Idol gave the signal he set his own plan into motion.
