A short while later Nosdyn, Tharak and their Undead forces are standing before the temple.

A few yards ahead was several members of the Lloth sisterhood, hired blades sent to do battle against Nosdyn and his ilk.

Nosdyn counted at least fifty strong armed blades. He saw their commander leading the group. Lucille of Xyllea....I knew they could not be trusted. Should have killed her that first night. Nosdyn looks at his son. "That one is Lucile." He says of their commander.

"How do you know Father?" Tharak had to ask.

Nosdyn nods. "We've met." Nosdyn grins. He had to believe that Grett Lancaster and other of their allies would be present in the attack party. Nosdyn looks down for a moment. He sees a ghost off to his left but it was not Illsandra this time, it was the ghost of his Father and Tharak's grandfather. They were a proud line of noble demons by then. Althanas rarely made warriors like that anymore.

By that point there were several generations of Nosdyn's bloodline.

Nosdyn's own bloodline...

He almost regretted his Mother could not have met his son.

He looks at Tharak, his son for a moment. "Are you afraid?" Nosdyn asks.

Tharak looks at his Father. "I don't know. I try not to think about it, but it is an honour to fight alongside you." Tharak says.

Nosdyn nods. "Do you want to lead or would you allow this old soldier the honour?" He asks his son.

Tharak nods. "Lead us Father, you were always better suited for command."

Nosdyn nods and stands before their forces. He points towards their enemy and leads the charge.