Skizzerax smiled to himself, and raises his hand to call forth a general. An orc with ornate robes comes forth, his best and most loyal, Grunnel. "Ah, Grunnel. I need you to set my plans in motion, and don't let anything stop you. I will join you once I get ready." The orc bows, but before he leaves, says "Sir, where will we do this upon?" The Lich stops for a bit to think about that, and then says "We start with villages, then the king will get word of the destruction and check it out. Then that's when you come in. The pillaging, however, is mine to do. Let them remember the name of their true worst enemy!" He gets up, putting his gloves on, and goes into the basement of the castle, and looks at the rows upon rows of weapons crafted by him. He decides to go with a mace and long sword, and steps on a pedestal. He is now just inside the gates, standing on a similar pedestal. He walks out, and sees the amassed army. "SOLDIERS, THIS IS THE DAY FOR US TO RISE UP AND CONQUER ONCE MORE! WE MARCH NOT FOR GLORY, BUT TO STRIKE FEAR IN THE HEARTS OF THE MORTALS! AFTER I HAVE MY FUN, YOU MARCH TO MEET THE KING'S ARMY." He walks through the army, it parting from him like a sea does to an undying flame. His mind sends out this message to anyone with magical abilities I HAVE RISEN. FEAR THE KING OF EVIL. FEAR THE BRINGER OF DEATH.
FEAR SKIZZERAX, THE SLUMBERING LICH!