[center][h3][b]Skraal[/b][/h3][/center]
Skraal observed Ukdur rally his army with real fascination. The chaotically organized fashion in which the blood hungry orcs moved was captivating. After years of observing the hordes move the paladin had concluded that the trick to their brutal efficiency on the battlefield was precisely that unpredictability and impressiveness. This was the exact opposite of what he employed, for the elegant manner in which his forces could dispatch enemies would strike as much fear as a wave of giant crazed brutes. 

He examined his five hundred immortal kin, they had already changed into battle armor, the same green and black colors but a lot tougher and without the silver decorations that were instead replaced by all manner of grizzly trophies and dry blood. Skraal gave a nod to one of his escorts. The Dragonkin took whose name was Jakaka took a deep breath and burst a red flame into the air, a rallying order. The five hundred formed almost immediately, their organizational pattern was obvious. 

The Scaled Deathguard was divided into five companies, each of which contained eight "Fangs" or squads made up of twelve warriors and two apothecaries. The eight squads in each company were divided in two categories both with a specific task, these were: Rangers who were tasked with thinning the numbers of enemy troops at a distance, and Front-liners whose job was to receive the enemy charge when in a defensive position and act as mixed infantry when not. The only exception to this hierarchy and order was the independent squad that moved around that was his personal squad of nine warriors and an apothecary. 

“Tell the Second Company to remain at the castle protecting our lord, the rest with me,” Skraal ordered as he put his helmet on. Jakaka began spouting rings of fire, some bigger than others and with various tones. The second company started making its way inside the keep. The others burst out wings in unison. Skraal did the same, his wings way bigger than most. Then he took to the sky. It had been a while since he used the wings always hidden in his back and it took a while to get used to the feeling again. He could see the army was having the same problem but  luckily after a few minutes of rising they had dealt with the silly inconvenient and were soaring through and then above the clouds in perfect formation. 

Skraal’s plan was simple, he would fly behind the enemy to cut off any reinforcements or unwanted guests and await for any retreating survivors to come. His forces would then defeat the confused enemy, gather any information possible, and then proceed to systematically dispose of the elven scum. He hated being the scavenger of the lieutenants but until he amassed and trained another of his mortal armies (the last one died when the tunnels buried them alive) he could not join Ukdur in the initial charge or directly attack the enemy from above. 


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Actions: Skraal left 100 of his men to guard the throne room and went behind the enemy with the remainder of the Deathguard (400) to cut off reinforcements and kill any survivors from Ukdur's frontal charge.