Sitting on his nightmarish throne surrounded by sharp barbs, Druaduhn was thinking about the next step he should take. The ancient task which he got from his creator Sorventh was simple:
"Wage war in my stead until my return."
He doesn't even remember how long this was ago, he was but an infant in Aspect standards, but he remembers his objective well enough. His allies in the form of her dragon brood and endless armies reminded him every day.
"Bring me the Barra a'ni." He yelled at one of his servants, beckoning him away to go and get his group of generals.
"Yes Noriam, immediately." The sickly little creature bowed deeply before him before scurrying away. His servants were tiny creatures, about the size of a toddler and looked horrid according to human standards, but this was exactly how Druaduhn liked his creatures. They used to belong to a race of dwarves living in the nearby mountains, but his soldiers took thousands prisoner over the course of centuries. Constant contact with the corrupting presence of both Druaduhn himself and his personally corrupted trees that spread his nightmare poison through the ground had changed them into sickly goblin-looking creatures bound to his will.
Waiting for several minutes his generals arrived finally and bowed down before him, waiting for his command.
"Are our raiding parties ready yet?" He asked, a slightly impatient tone audible in his voice.
"Yes Master, the siege beasts are ready and our knights equipped, we are just waiting for your orders." The generals answered, perfectly synchronized.
His generals, called Barra A'ni, were one of his most prized creations. Their strength equaled that of an ogre no problem, but they were barely the size of a slightly tall human. Their looks were perfectly molded to be fear inducing, just the way Druaduhn liked his creations.
He clapped in his hands and loudly announced "Perfect! Send the raiding parties out to whichever settlements and farms you deem worthy of destroying. Take no prisoners as always and make sure they know who sent you." He sat back down in his throne and watched as the generals bowed once more, perfectly synchronized once again, and walked out the door. He liked the way his generals took care of things, he no longer needed to be directly involved in tactics and picking locations, his generals were made smart enough for this end.
After a few hours of directing his minions to different chores that needed happening around his fortress he felt it was enough for the day and made way for his personal chambers. His personal chambers were surprisingly light and welcoming compared to the rest of his fortress, but this was purely because he needed to sleep comfortably. Centuries of luxury and acting like a human had their effect on him, he appreciated the excessive things in life.
Sitting down in his bed he looked over his human arms and body, wondering if he was even allowed such needless luxuries before laying back and falling asleep.
However what he envisioned in this dream was something he had been waiting for since time immemorial.
