'''Oh my king why........why did you not come'''

those where the last words I spoke before my death, our glorious lord Shin why would you leave us to die alone,even now after our death me and my legions of the holy Lions guard protect this place, the once glorious fortress Turnus with its mighty enchanted walls that could even repel thousands of veteran knights now lays in ruins the 10 ring circle that was once formed around the mighty stronghold be no more in its place is only rubble,

the once proud twenty thousand strong legions made of the finest of war forged men has been decimated and only nine thousand skeletons remain endlessly cursing at our shared fate, we who was the strongest of our kings forces now just occupying this place without purpose, even now I the great Ramururus von Endgates curse at myself, long have I realised we were betrayed by the one we sought to protect The duke was right in the end after all those years of him telling me the king would stab me in the back someday I was a fool and cast him out.

this anger..........this hatred no one among the damn people of that kingdom shall live in joy again I swore as I reminisced on those last moments of my life as me and my men were slaughtered by those filthy demi humans our king aligned himself with.they came to resupply us as we fought against a horde of barbarians from the north but those bastards teamed together. we should never have trusted them I know naught what happened but they soon left after slaughtering us. without even a proper burial our spirits filled with hatred and spite forced themselves in our old bodies rising those whom no longer had one to dwell in merged with our weapons creating cursed weaponry losing their minds in bloodlust that yet to this day after decades has not ceased to be quenched.

not too long ago we forged an alliance with other creatures of cursed fate, the Orcs and soon 2 other races joined the fearsome lizardfolk and the enchanting Dryads, was naught till I become an undead king did I finally see with my own eyes that the human and demihumans did not deserve this world, they are filth who should be trampled and enslaved after hearing what the Orcs had planed we all couldn't help but rejoice at the thought of vengeance and even better was the news of the Kings death, as we called forth our armies for the conquest that would bring us eternal victory all hope was lost by the clawed foot of a giant smashing the ceiling of the Orc kingdoms capital.

gazing into the large hole was a giant whose face alone was 10 times the size of an average barn as it backed away all I could shout was

''' Men to battle stations its a wyvern attack'''''

and so my men and I began our battle against this colossal golden and crimson wyvern while feeling the greatest of joys at this opportunity to add its power to our forces after partly beating it, for our revenge.

and so began the biggest mistake of that day.