The Necromancer strode along the road clad in his armor and ready for battle. He had spent some time in the rogue encampment and after hearing a rumor of a falling star, had decided to investigate since the presence of death and demons was becoming increasingly scarce. As he continued to walk, the silver haired man finally arrived to a place walled off with more than a few figures fighting in front of the main gate.
Breaking into a run, he summoned an iron golem and drew his wand and shield. As he got closer, the necromancer was able to see that the guards of the town were indeed fighting off creatures of the dead.
"You!" A voice called. He turned to where it originated from and saw a man clad in armor bearing a sword and shield pointing towards another horde of incoming undead. "If you want to help, take down those demons!"
With a nod, the Necromancer agreed to help the people and got to work. With his metal companion tearing foes to pieces and every enemy death adding a new warrior to his ranks, the Necromancer was able to eliminate every single one of the invaders within two minutes.
"Thank you." One of the guards said. "I'd ask if you want to help more, but I'm afraid that position's already taken."
The man furrowed his brow in confusion. "By whom?"
"Another warrior." A separate man declared. "Strange looking. He wore a mask and had these dog-shaped things and a large zombie following him."
"Hmm." He grunted in response. Could it be a druid? No, they don't resurrect the dead. And no necromancer can summon anything that resembles a canine. He thought.
"Do you know when he'll be back?" The Necromancer asked.
One of the guards nodded to the road that continued uphill where another figure was walking towards them with a small army in tow. "He's right there."
Intrigued, the silver haired man turned to see a human hunched over carrying a shrunken head in his left hand with a sword in his right while three undead dogs, a massive zombie and several demons that he recognized as fetishes followed him.
The man's intrigue quickly turned to hostility as he remembered the amount of trouble the little minions had caused him in the jungle before he and several other heroes had killed Mephisto. He then telepathically ordered his own minions to attack the fetishes and they complied without hesitation, cutting them down within seconds but the others that followed the newcomer joined in the altercation before they fell. The other warrior stood in the middle of a pile of corpses, surrounded by the Necromancer's own minions.
"What are you doing with those demons?!" He demanded.
"They are not demons." A muffled voice replied as the dogs and large zombie climbed out of the ground. "They are my followers. They obey my commands and do not attack unless I order them to. They also help my people maintain a connection with the unformed lands."
"What?" The Necromancer asked in disbelief. "Who are you?"
"My people call me Scrim but others know me as a Witch Doctor."
The Necromancer's eyebrows then shot up in realization. Even his people knew that like his own and Druids, Witch Doctors often called upon other forces to aid them in battle.
"I apologize for my orders to eliminate them."
"Do not worry, just do not make a habit of it." The masked man known as Scrim replied. "And what is your name, summoner of the dead?"
"Aklen." He replied. "Are you here to investigate the falling star as well?"
Scrim nodded. "Indeed. Shall we proceed together?"
"Yes, I should think so." He replied, making a mental note to ask the Witch Doctor to study the fetishes for weaknesses in case he ran into them somewhere else.