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Julano
Over two hundred Tasloi warriors, the emmisary had promised him. And half again as many if they liked the area.
He welcomed all the troops he could find, but although these were relatively cheap, requesting only a few dozen acres of woodland of their own to live in after he'd conquered the land, they took up a lot of space and remained in essence rather weak creatures. Nonetheless, they were numerous and would be well at home around his stronghold. The first of them would arrive within the week.
The necromancer had quite a vast army by now, counting numerous different species of thinking beasts. It hadn't been all that hard in hindsight, although he felt he lacked in quality. Reputation was more important to beings of power. Either he had to get some of that, or try to bind some to his will. He liked the idea of soaring over the battlefield on the back of a manticore, casting his spells of death as he went. But he knew that if he left on an expedition now, his forces would likely crumble and he'd have nothing left once he returned.
Instead, he should spend some time with the elites at hand. Make sure they were still loyal.
Julano slipped into a peasant suit and went to visit his vampires.
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