[h2][b] Ro [/b][/h2]

The sounds of the dead within his thoughts was all he heard, but then they noticed the emerging party even as they slipped passed his borders. Their thoughts speaking of interlopers the stink of death coming from one of them. He was surpised to find the stink of death emerging from one of the dead dragon they brought with them they offered it as a gift and the dragon raised his head looking to the humans that had followed him. "Take it back to the tower." He said, the human nodded. "Yes Dead Father." It said, and left to go gather more humans. Ro paused letting the group wait even longer for his reply before finally speaking. "It has been awhile Drumagth, you know how i feel about the order. But the gift you have given me has my attention for the moment." He said, his voice seemingly echoing from everywhere and nowhere.

It only took a moment for the party to realize his voice is echoing from that of his undead minions, their eyes glowing green orbs reflecting the eyes of their master. The legions of the dead formed ranks in front of their master and his guests their ranks and organization was perfect with perfect spacing and organization. The humans on the other hand reflected their imperfect nature with their ranks being as close to perfect as possible for humans. "Isn't it beautiful?" Ro asked his guests, picking up one of his dead minions with his tail and cradling it like a father cradles a child. The form within his hands had a cloud of disease and pestilence hanging off it flies and maggots coming from it's exposed rib cage a steel helmet being bolted onto it. "Bacteria and plagues buried within the earth from even before we arrived. I am unsure if they effect our species, but they are beautiful organisms. So have you come to try to convert me to your worthless ideology, or do you have something else to ask of me?" Ro asked, looking over his guests his eyes narrowing as he looked over his guests in their entirety.