//No problem.\
A soldier was watching the hooded creature intently from a nearby bunker. Another one came up behind him.
-"What do you figure that was?"
-"No idea. It killed Luke, Frank and Nick like they were nothing. You think we should try our luck with it?"
-"Hell no, I don't get paid enough for that. Why don't we just tell someone?"
-"Good idea."
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-"Well, that's that, gentlemen - the exit is just downstairs, the glyph on the floor. It will teleport you right below the Citadel. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have certain matters I must attend to."
Two of my undead guards escorted Draven and Anti to the portal room.
I left the throne room, and went into the portal below. Recognizing me, the glyph teleported me not to the portal outside the fortress, but one below that, to an underground bunker. Damien Roth, the Colonel, and Cain Ryleh were all waiting for me.
-"Let's get started. First order of business: our magic power. Or rather, the lack thereof. I want mages in training as soon as we can get them. I'm mainly looking for strong, advanced Necromancers. Astral mages couldn't hurt either, and make sure to train some ice warlocks as well. The cold atmosphere of Gros Morne should be helpful to them, and they could act as a safeguard against Draven."
Cain took out a little book, and scribbled something in it.
-"Noted," he said.
-"Alright. Next item: KAF equipment."
-"I'm listening," said the Colonel.
-"Good. I was thinking - right now my powers and the KAF are way too separated. What if I could create military-oriented unlife constructs, such as a heavily armoured crawler-type thing, from which your troops could fire? Another idea was to put Necromancers with bodyguards into Marcher constructs, creating a way to quickly resurrect both allies and foes on the battlefield."
-"A list of suggestions will be ready for you by tomorrow, Sovereign."
-"Excellent. Now, the last thing I had in mind. Damien, right now the Stalker program only trains melee troops, correct?"
-"Yes, sir. We have a total of five Stalkers deployed, and another one just finished his training."
-"The next batch of Stalkers will be armed with spear guns. No ordinary ones, either. I want you to think up something so unfairly powerful that our enemies will hang themselves if they realize what they're up against. The batch after that will be magic-oriented. Am I making myself clear?"
-"Of course, sir."
-"Good. Everyone's dismissed."
-"Uh, sir," Damien interjected. "Just prior to my coming here, I was informed of an unknown entity entering Gros Morne. It killed three of our soldiers."
-"*groan* Three more? What the hell is this, a meat storehouse? Damien, go put it back in its place."
-"Yes, sir."
The shape of the High General blurred, and he turned to dust."
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Damien rematerialized in front of the hooded being.
-"Listen, buddy - you don't just waltz in and start killing people just because you feel like it. I don't care if you're on some crackpot mission to bring down the Sovereign or whatever it may be. Surrender now, or die."
Three clicks marked spear guns being loaded. The three recently deceased soldiers arose, and were pointing their weapons at the intruder.