Nosdyn stands there with an intensity in his amber gaze. He smells it in the air, death. The deaths of his enemies, for generations, his people had warred against the tribes of the Dark Elves. Nosdyn stands there staring at the dead inside the temple that was their target. They found an adequate weapon against their enemy. His son, Tharak, stands near him for a moment.

"Total casualties Father." Tharak says carefully as he stands up from one of the dead bodies of the Dark Elves. "The Substance works." Tharak says carefully.

Nosdyn nods. "We have a chance to end this long war."

Tharak look off to the west, more guards were coming. "We got incoming Father."

Nosdyn nods. "Let them come." He said coldly. The rage was already seething within his gut.

A small squad of fully armed guards approached the temple when it happened...the contagion.

Nosdyn watched with tremendous pleasure and satisfaction as the guards begin to become infected with contagion and start slowly dying and rotting from whin.

Nosdyn knew the contagion was real...it would help them win. He looks at his wife, Xelldra for a moment. "Gather our forces." He says and she does so, a small group of twenty undead and demon warriors are soon gathered...