"This is the area here fools!!! Dig!"
She knew that she needn't scream, she new that she even didn't need to speak, but sometimes she who was sometimes known as Lady Danaee and less frequently, but more truthfully, called Demise still sometimes slipped back into the habits of the living. It filled her with disgust.
The skeletal workers kept burrowing in the tunnels using the picks of goblins and dwarfs who watched helplessly near by. Demise turned to them with a cold smile...
"Soon you too shall serve my Mistress."
While the bodies were frozen in unnatural statures, unable to move their eyes were wide with horror. Demise took some small pleasure from the sheer terror in the pathetic souls of these disgusting living things. Her small reprieve was broken by the sound of rock falling to the ground as her skeletal crew had broken through the tunnel of the foundry wall...
"At last the blade shall be mine..." she screamed into the hole of the ancient resting place of Ashurta. "and ye guardians shall feed on the blood of innocents."
The necromancer took from her robe a slender obsidian wand and waved it towards the skeletons as they all turned to ash. Already the sound of hissing and chattering began to fill the chamber....
Demise took one last look at the helpless miners of the Tain Foundry and in her eyes was almost longing.
"Soon you shall be with my mistress... your blood brings her one step closer to the end.... your sacrifice will be much appreciated." Demise stepped back into the shadows, disappearing from view as the first of the Kruthik broke through the wall and onto the hapless miners feasting on their blood while deep within the ancient goblin temple peels of laughter rang through like thunder...
Something had been awakened.
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