Shimilko, Shrengar (Imperial Capital)
"In the night they creep,
when from the trees we leap,"
Outside, the newest recruits tended the fields of Sa'Alfar. They took pride in their work, and the tune of their song evidenced they enjoyed it as well.
"dragging them into the day,
fighting back the gray."
The first hunt had gone well, and had demonstrated the necessity of the thralls all too well. It almost seemed as though every time she turned around there was another... necromancer. Even as a thought, Shimilko found the word vile, spitting it as an insult. The Emperor had decided on only one sentence for such vile creatures.
"Hunt them down! Wipe their mind!
For the crown, we do blind!
Hunt them, read them,
wipe them," AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH comes the sound of pain mid-chorus.
"Wipe them, and then plant them!"
