Welcome everyone. This story brings us back to the Valley of the Tombs as I'm sure you've guessed. Enjoy and review.
The Labinnac Camp
Melyk's arrival was met with much excitement and enthusiasm in the Labinnac camp from all but a much younger cousin who was in charge of the attack on the Valley of the Tombs. His name was Nekron and was much too arrogant to listen to his elder cousin even if Melyk was the High Warlord.
In Nekron's… "tent", since to call it such without quotations would not seem quite right, did the two speak. Nekron was sitting upon a chair constructed of many a thing and hardly would any of those things be called right for making chairs out of while Melyk just stood there staring at his cousin.
"When this is all done the Evabon will be a memory here and all thanks to me!" exclaimed Nekron. "I'll be taking my statue in the middle of Karthage, dwarfing your own."
"I'm only here as long as you don't make one too many mistakes, Nekron." Stated Melyk. "The Valley of the Tombs might be a good position strategically but you've cost us too many already. Those warriors would have been better off at Wilusa than here under your command."
"These are my men and they will die where I say they die!" protested Nekron.
"I am the High Warlord. You answer to me. I am the word and the world is me! I am the moon! I am a god! When I say you move out, you move out!"
"I was placed in command of this campaign! I will not leave until the Valley of the Tombs belong to the Labinnac Hordes!"
Melyk took a breath and stared at the table upon which a map of the Valley of the Tombs was. "May I hear your strategy?"
"Attack." Replied Nekron.
"And?"
"What do you mean 'and?'" asked Nekron. "Attack is all that is needed."
Melyk closed his eyes. This was leading nowhere and he was going to have trouble doing any leading here when Nekron was perfectly content with only listening to himself.