RP:The Rise of Voxiath

Part of the A Different Halloween Arc

Location: A locked and forgotten mausoleum in the Vailkrin Graveyard

Voxiath, the Undying Lord King of the Wanstoo Marshes, adjusted the tarnished crown upon his rotted skull for the third time in as many minutes. He was leaning over a crumbling table, looking over the aged remains of some maps with his major-domo, Lord Byaun. Even though most of the maps had long since crumbled away, both of them continued to treat them as if they were completely whole. They had been working over the maps and plans for so many years that every detail had been completely committed to memory. Their arguments and debates were just as old and stale as everything else in the room, as they rehashed the same problems they had been discussing for years in their plan to conquer first Vailkrin, then the world.

Unfortunately for them, neither mental flexibility nor tactical genius was their main strength. They had spent so many years plotting every last detail of their global campaign that the rest of the world had completely changed around them. They were planning the minute details of how to use their zombie army to overrun and obliterate the forces of a king and country that had ceased to exist centuries ago. They had taken into account the psychology and predicted counter-attacks from opponents long dead. In short, they were both completely loony, and had about as much chance of succeeding as they did of suddenly turning into toads.

However, their gross tactical incompetence did not in the slightest mitigate the damage their armies of undead would cause to the people and town of Vailkrin when released. It is as if the town of Vailkrin sat in the plains under a leaky and crumbling dam that they didn't even know existed. Sooner or later, that dam would burst, and the resulting flood would sweep it off the map. Only, instead of water, this flood would be a wave of unending undead warriors.