Assault on Darkshire [Staging]

[Skeletor]

Skeletor listened as the Brood queen described her plan. He supposed it could work, though it felt unnecessarily complicated. The mere presence of such terrible villains would serve to terrify the defenders of darkshire just as well as the vandalism she was describing. He watched with the others as the lumbering crustacean staggered its way towards an untended portion of the courtyard. The creature was painfully slow and Skeletor couldn’t imagine how they could be at all useful in a combat situation. The Warlock turned and began tracing in the dirt nearby with the butt of his Havoc Staff while Kerrigan outlined a convoluted explanation about carts and ‘hired’ help.

He continued scratching until his design was finished, then turned back to face the two remaining villains. “You’re not trying hard enough, you Bony-winged Witch!” he announced with a cackle. “Darkshire knows that we are coming, just like Stormrage wants! Your plan will make one hole in their wall, and that’s only if they don’t see it coming!” Skeletor waved a finger as he continued to rant, “Heroes are infuriating bunglers, but they usually know a trap when they see one. What we need is something that will chew threw their defenses like wet paper!” Turning, Skeletor aimed the smallest of beams towards the drawing he had scratched, the magic blot racing through the lines and illuminating the design.

The other two primes turned to look. Traced on the ground was a war machine structure of some kind with a large corkscrew affixed to the front. Kerrigan’s brow furrowed at the structure, and Illidan cocked his head to one side with a perplexed expression, “What is that infernal machine? It looks like something goblins would come up with.”

Skeletor either didn’t register Illidan’s statement as disparaging or simply chose to ignore his slight, plowing on ahead with an explanation. “That, Stormrage, is the Doom-drill, A rare glimpse of my true brilliance! With this machine I was able to drill to the very center of Eternia in less than a day! Even with my powers weakened by that Smiling Simian I should have no trouble creating a machine that will tear Darkshire’s walls to smithereens!” Skeletor released his havoc staff to float once again and his arms retreated back within his cloak. “They may see the Doom-drill coming, but there is no chance they could stop it in time! And once my machine has utterly dismantled their defenses, there will be nothing stopping us from conquering Darkshire once and for all!”

Skeletor threw his head back, a bout of maniacal laughter bursting forth from his bony visiage. It was all so simple. Now that he had an army and allies for himself, Darkshire stood no chance of surviving after denying his rule. The haunting echoes of his laughter sounded out amidst the monster-infested courtyard of Poenari Castle, rising up its twisting towers and into the darkening sky.