Somnambula looked out over the golden desert, the sunlight harsh against the sands. She stood on a rocky edifice, her people below gathering materials from the wreckage of a settlement taken by the disease. Their skeletal forms were in stark contrast to their surroundings.
“A beautiful sight,” Thanatos remarked. His ghostly form hovered near her, a recent ability of his.
“It is,” Somnambula agreed. She turned her attention toward the horizon. A black mass could be seen coming toward them. “What is that?”
“You have magic,” Thanatos replied. “See for yourself.”
Her horn of bone glowed brightly, pale yellow in colour. A small arcane telescope appeared before her. Looking through it, she saw the mass as an army of armoured knights marching forward. They wore heraldry of gray and green, a symbol of an open book upon a black sun.
Thanatos snorted. “The nerd seems to have sent his lackeys again.”
“Perhaps this group can be reasoned with,” Somnambula said.
“And if they can’t?”
She dispelled her magic. With one hoof, she gestured toward the heap of corpses below her. Her people harvested them. Pulling fur, skin, muscle, and bone from their bodies and using it to construct her eventual moving fortress.
“Then I hope they will provide us with more high quality materials,” Somnambula declared.
Thanatos laughed.