When Do goes got to go.

"Follow me Kis'Shtiengbrah," Samael said as he guided his dunlord toward the rogue division.

The king sat astride a skeletal horse at the head of the division. Instead of hair, the horse's mane was made of flickering red and yellow flames and a long curved spike grew from its forehead.

"Come Childe, attend me." The king said. His mount pawed at the ground and fire blazed from its hooves.

Dave urged his dunlord next to the king and looked toward the high walls of the Black Bone Palace. The top of the wall was crenelated and movement was visible in the dozen towers that rose at intervals along the wall. Undead walked up and stationed themselves on the tower. Casters and archers had their aims ready and were preparing for the fight.

Dave looked up at the walls of black bone towering over the desert sands and wondered why none of the undead divisions had siege weapons with them.

The king raised his black sword and shouted: "Bring down the gate!"