Macaroth came from his seclusion among his people once again, he came from the chapel easily pushing the doors open, there was something new about him however. Two marvelous silver wings sprouted from his back, they were feathered but the feathers were metal yet still as pliant as real feathers but razor sharp to the touch as a few people who attempted to touch his wings witnessed firsthand. He smiled and had their wounds cured by his touch, their blood fed him as he absorbed it.

His Man-at-Arms were gathered before him, uniform in partial plate armors, some wielding crossbows, others halberds and others swords and shields. They saluted him by pulling their weapons to their chest and standing at attention, upon their heads were ornate plumed hats and the clothes under their armors were tailored to the best of the woman capabilities colored in burning orange and white. The zeal of his people impressed him somewhat, this was an army of about four hundred that almost looked too fine to march into combat. 

He spoke to his people who stopped what they were doing to listen "Good people of Akrassa, you continue to gather seeking my guidance and protection, my wisdom brought back with my rebirth. Fear has gripped your hearts and eats at your very souls, but fear not my brethren, my children for soon we will march to purge the corruption that has settled into the kingdoms since last i walked among the people and fought to secure their freedom, we will bring about a new order and destroy or convert those who would oppose us!" He spread his wings ten feet in every direction and took to the air as the people cheered, he flew around the chapel and landed again at the entrance and picked out forty men from the ranks and took them inside to give them rebirth into the ranks of His Sons.

Status:
Dungeon: Keep named Akrassa constructed around a chapel in the woods.
Resources: Lumber taken from the surrounding woods, food gathered by hunting and brought by converts, materials for weapons mined in the mining town in the foothills of the nearby mountains.
Forces: 10 imps, 6 monks, several hundred human workers. approximately 400 Man-at-Arms and soon to be 50 angels
Construct: Iron Maiden
Rogue Being: N/A