Conquered October 22 2006
He stands looking over the war torn landscape, it has been a long battle. But now it is over, and it is all his. all the blood, all the glory, and yet he is empty inside. What he wished for was to rule, he got his wish. Now he is the king, the king of a war ravaged land, the king of corpses, the king of everything, and of nothing. He looks at his remaining troops, a few thousand. This world, this plane of existance it is now his. So now he raises his hands, and with them the slain on the battlefield begin to raise as well. He then says "For me you will fight, forever till it is all mine!". Then with a wave of his hand there opens a rift, beyond is a thriving world, citys reaching to the sky. With a look of determination he motions his army of the undead forward through the portal, and to another dark destiny...
