[center][color=a0410d][h2]Aborath[/h2][/color][/center]
Aborath remained silent through the entire speech of the god of Evil. His offer was certainly tempting. The world free from the tyranny of the sun. With his children unafraid of their own cattle. The Vampiric Kingdom, but then everywhere. His children worshipped as gods and free to choose from their cattle. Without having to cling to the shadows or hunt their pathetic prey. If Kil’threx would have offered anything less, Aborath would have left. But the promised rewards were plenty. For sure, the one who actually managed to free the Dark Lord would receive the favor of their new Master. Maybe even a boon. Bloody greed filled Aborath. If he was going to join in on this insane task, he would be the one freeing the God of Evil.

But then Vortigern, the former human mage and now apparition of shadows spoke. With truth, if one would ask Aborath. The only way they’d fail was when they’d get in each other’s way. And how, with the nine of them, could that not happen? He watched the many heads within the room. So much wickedness, but obviously greed too. He saw it in their eyes, the hunger for power like he hungered for blood. If anything, he knew many of them would deliberately sabotage one another just so they could get a shot at freeing Kil’threx. He couldn’t allow some other fool to stand in his way.

[color=a0410d]“Truth. We should set up a battle plan. We are with nine, so I’d suggest we split up in groups of 2 each and attack from a direction on the compass. One would be left to support whatever side would require it.”[/color] Aborath stretched out his hand over the central table. Blood pulled up from the ground and crawled up on the legs of the table. Once on the table, it began to make a crude map of Melaron. There it remained, the blood getting pumped around as if the lines were veins. With the central keep and palace as the heart. [color=a0410d]“So gentlemen. I suggest we get to work.”[/color] Aborath had, in fact, no desire what so ever to join up with any of the individuals sitting at the table. He’d send out word this very night yet. His main army of vampires would start marching. Covens spread throughout the world heed his call. But most importantly, the Mistwalkers of Lake Hysrine would arrive earlier. In four days at the most. The Mistwalkers were a dreaded coven of vampires specialized in deception and stealth. Since their creation, many elven cities had fallen in old Lothorian. They’d infiltrate the city under the cover of night. When the siege would start, they’d plunge whole districts in a confusing thick mist and commence their search for the dungeon entrance. Yes, Aborath would be the first to march down and shatter the statue. This he vowed. All under the guise of looking ready to cooperate with the ramble that stood before him.