Kaldir stepped through the pool and felt grass under his feet, the sweetness of the air, and the song on the wind. It was all awful, domination was in order. Seeing his siblings summon their minions, Kaldir did the same with a raised fist. His minions seemed the most enthusiastic, nearly pummeling each other to be first to stand before their Overlord. They were a motley lot, dressed in little more than rags and armed with wooden clubs. The beginning of a great group of warriors. "Come, let us show the people of Spree what it means to anger an Overlord." Stomping his way towards the town, his minions excitedly trailing behind him.