A trail by moon rays lit

[Skeletor]

Skeletor rode Panthor through the mist, unsure of how to proceed. He had been utterly bested by Ro-Man. He had no Snake Mountain, no stronghold from which to plan his revenge. No minions which he could blame for his attack’s failure… He was forced to accept the fact that in this new prison of the Elders, there were others whose power rivalled his own. Skeletor ground his mandibles in thought as Panthor reached what seemed to be a hill-top of some sort. This wasn’t entirely unheard of, Skeletor thought. In the ancient days of Eternia, his master Hordak had failed to completely dominate Eternia. He would simply need to bide his time, perhaps he could find some minions to lead. Then, when he had his army settled, he could easily return to his rightful place.
 
Feeling slightly better about his prospects, the Overlord of Evil rode on through the morning. He had no aim, no real goal. He was simply waiting for the next opportunity to present itself. As he rode through the day, the fog seemed to dissipate very slightly, though it still clung to his panther’s feet, obscuring the ground on which he tred. Panthor pulled to a halt, hackles raised, and fangs bared.  Skeletor brought his havoc staff to bare, watching carefully trying to determine what threat was approaching.
 
From out of the nearby fog, a gangly canine form prowled towards him, eyes gleaming with a surprising amount of intelligence. Skeletor’s continually impassive face regarded the werewolf carefully. “Did you get lost, Wolfling? You won't find help here.” he asked.
 
The lycanthrope gave a throaty chuckle. “If you say so, Lich. Should you happen to seek retribution to be dealt to the fiends that inhabit Darkshire, my master Illidan Stormrage would invite you to join him at his court in Poenari castle. We are to march on the town within the fortnight!”  The Werewolf loped away into the fog, leaving Skeletor to ponder his options.
 
He had just tried to attack Darkshire, and was well aware of the strength of its defenses. However, this Stormrage character seemed to have at least some forces on his side. In fact, with minions to lead the attack he would even be able to claim his rightful victory over Ro-Man once and for all! He would simply have to watch Stormrage for any signs of weakness, any crack in the armor would be enough for Skeletor to wrest control of the army for his own purposes… just the thought of such an army under his command was appealing.
 
With a haunting cackle bursting from his lipless mouth, Skeletor rode towards Poenari castle. It was time for him to return to power.