<3 Agnon. i see it now:
At a silent signal of the
Agnon standard bearer, the army halts. Silent and Disciplined, This army of times past. Rank after rank of Bleached bone, Glittering metal and Aged, Rustic wood.
Ahead, The hills come alive. Tens of thousands, no, Hundreds of thousands of
Vringen. Robed, Screaming fanatics, more numerous then the blades of grass they trample to dust. At a silent wave of the standard, The ancient warriors close ranks, Shields brought to bear, and swords unsheathed, ready to stop this onslaught of crazed man in its tracks. Then, ancient men, as old as time itself, raise their arms and voices and chant "Ia Namtaru, Ia Lammia, Ia asuka, IA PAZUZU!" repeatedly. The sky darken, and otherworldly drums beat to the rhythm of the ancient men chanting. With a deafening crash and fanatical cry, battle is joined. Undead warriors methodically, silently and with a precision perfected in lives past, cut down man after bloody man. Within minutes, a quarter of the
Vringen army lies dead and dieing on this desolate plain, with equal
Agnon laying on the field. The old men now slick with sweat, visibly weakening, and some dead, Finish chanting with mighty "NEHENKAU!" Seemingly out of nowhere, Thousands of skeletal lancers, Smash right into the flanks of the
Vringen army. The fanatics, now pressed together to the point where they cannot swing their massive, 2 handed maces, are cut down in droves. with a hopeless cry, they turn tail and run. With a creak of bones the standard bearer raises his standard,the lancers seemingly melt away and the skeletal legion spreads out to dispatch the wounded.
I stopped writing after i realized that Agnon isn't a undead necropolis. Oh well, they still sound cool.
i am no writer