Damien has been pacing his room waiting for the general, and he was becoming furious with being kept waiting. By now he had lit the fire in his fire place and ordered his breakfast to be brought up to him. “I don’t know whats keeping that fool of a general. I have come to the conclusion he has a death wish he knows I hate being kept waiting.” he thought to himself. He looked out of his window and was reminded why he took this tower. He could see his military encampments from here without obstruction. Not only could he see the army he had assembled here the mortal army but also his army of undead it was the exact army that he used to take over this kingdom.  He watched the undead soldiers move through the battle regimens and he was becoming more furious by the second.<br/><br/>He turned around when the door opened and the general had finally arrived. “It is about time you got here!” he yelled at the man, “I have been waiting for ages now and I hate waiting, you must truly have a death wish you pathetic little worm!” He walked to the window and stared down at the camps where the mortal soldiers had just woken and lit the cook fires for their morning meal. It was only when he could smell the smoke from the cook fires.  “Hmm hickory, I believe is the wood being your men are using for their cook fires,” he said as he turned to face the man, “Can you tell me why the men aren’t already up and doing their training?”  It was then that he was so angry that he took a swing at the general with the intent of sending the man to the floor.<br/><br/>After his burst of anger he held his hand out to the side and began to create small messenger skeleton. He patted the rough boney head of the small construct. He spoke to the small skeleton in the ancient language of the necromancers “Now my pet you are much faster than the servants of this castle go forth and bring to me my mage.