Messager from the Dead City - Essancee

[Azrail]

It had been hours since the fall of the Dead City, hundreds of low lives flocked into the forest escaping from the legion that marched in their direction. Of these people many were criminals others were simply mercenaries and outcasted elves. They all screamed about the undead horde not too far behind them. A single pale rider galloped between these people picking off several of them for the sheer pleasure of it until they came to a clearing where hundreds of elves stood and kneeled with bows raised directly at him and the other refugees.

The rider halted his horse and the refugee's scattered left and right hitting the deck. The rider sheathed his long sword and reached within a pouch on the side of his horse slowly pulling a scroll from it to show the elves that he wasn't a threat.

"Someone interpret this message to all for me," he said looking around at some of the elves that were refugee's, he pointed at one of them and he stiffened up instantly, the pale rider opened the scroll and began to read, "You. Relay this message. By the decree of the Baron of Death, Mhaor Palu a blight is placed upon these lands. You will be given options to surrender and become underlings warriors will become knights of death, or you will be given the option to fight, you will fall and you will become one of us. Running is plyable however, there isn't a place you can escape to that we wont find you. You have one week to prepare and decide. Signed, Baron Mhaor Palu."

The elf had been speaking alongside him the entire time some of the other elves also interpreted what he said as many languages existed within the tribes. All at once the pale rider turned his horse and galloped back in the direction of the Dead City.