Assault on Darkshire [Staging]

[Skeletor]

The Warlock’s face was impassive as he listened to Illidan’s response to his challenge. Only the slightest specks of red twinkling in his eye sockets gave an indication of how he felt. There was the briefest of pauses before he responded, “Good! I wouldn’t have worked for a pansy!” Skeletor announced with a cackle. He cut off the laughter abruptly to answer the question. “You may call me Skeletor, The Overlord of Evil. I have been told that you seek allies to assault the haven known of Darkshire.”

Skeletor waited, but there was no response forthcoming from either Illidan or Mumm-Ra. The mummified being watched the exchange with gleaming eyes, but had yet to speak since Skeletor had arrived. The Night elf Illidan, on the other hand, was clearly not impressed with Skeletor’s posturing. He would need to proceed carefully, lest the Demon Hunter believe him to be an active threat. The Warlock released his havoc staff, and it floated in place within easy reach.

“I will not swear fealty to you just yet, Stormrage. But your offer is… intruiging.” Skeletor crossed his arms, scrutinizing the Night Elf’s face. The man was blindfolded, but it seemed not to affect him in the least. Clearly there was some magic at play here. “I have been to this Darkshire, and can say for myself that it is not poorly defended. What is your plan for the assault?” Skeletor asked, all the while gauging the responses of the two other primes in front of him.