[h2] Grave Lord Mortan [/h2]
Interaction: [@Pyromaniacwolf][@Overlord Thraka]

The grave lord walks along the dusty trail leading from a small mountain town deeper into the mountains with his followers and several fresh ghouls in tow. His vampires had fed, granting him 20 bodies to raise. The town will likely notice that several of their guardsmen and most of the town vagrants have disappeared, maybe even calling for aid from one of the nearby kingdoms if there where any witnesses. It didnt matter, their Vampire problem wont linger. Mortan needed to find a safe place to continue his research, he knew he was close to a perfect melding of bodies. Sure the Golem might be weak or small but if the bodies where fused properly it would mean any future attempt would be a great horror for this realm. He looked back observing his train of followers, the 4 heavily armored Fallen Paladin surrounding him, the 6 novice apprentices, and 20 ghouls all on foot. All his other ghouls where lost removing a pesky patrol from their trail, and the vampires were resting in an abandoned mineshaft until nightfall to follow. 

He needed horses, The knights and apprentices could not keep this pace forever. Mortan and the Ghouls could, and more they didnt need to sleep or hide from the sun. The next village he encountered would have to be razed, for the bodies and the horses. It was ugly business as the kingdom would know where he was, again, and likely send a party to hunt him down, again. He had lost several apprentices because of their ambush. Hopefully the disapperances in the mountain town would be largely unnoticed by the local king, or whoever was in charge. Mortan had ignored the shifting tides of power so long he wasnt even sure who was the king, or what kingdom he was in. Not that it mattered he was something to be killed on sight wherever he went. 

Mortan felt a twinge of magic near by, something very powerful like a rift must have been torn open or a greater summoning. Otherwise he probably wouldnt have noticed. He could't tell exactly where the magic was coming from but it was close, and it was familiar. "Fallen!" he said in a dry rasp "Fan out, magic is near, find it." The Knights dutifully fanned out looking for caves and hollows that could hide someone. The Ghouls also fanned out and surrounded the Necromancers protecting them as a simple wall of bodies. Before long one of the Knights noticed a hulking creature enter a cave, saying something about power. The Paladin was some distance away and quietly as he could returned to Mortan. 

The paladin saluted and bowed his head "My lord, a creature has entered a cave near by, he appears to be following the same magic you felt."  

"Very well, we shall investigate" says the Grave lord as he directed the mob of ghouls in the direction of the cave, The group quickly found itself in ranks with Ghouls in the front ready to absorb the first attack with the Fallen behind them, with Mortan and his necromancers in a rough mass behind the knights. The creature had moved deeper into the cave by the time Mortan had reached the mouth of the cave, blockading the whole enterance with a wall of animated corpes. "Tarz" said the Grave Lord, calling upon one of his apprentice "Go investigate, find who these magic users are." the apprentice nodded and walked through the blockade and into the cave, he conjured a small light with magic and proceeded, searching for the mage, and the hulking creature.