DOCAROCK
"Your highly, sir... I've gathered the new intake, they are waiting outside the camp", a haggardly looking skeletal form said to Docarock. The skeleton had eye balls - he had stolen them from a victim, the lack of lips caused it to speak in a funny way, it had no ears. It was putting on an incomplete armor, covering his head, shoulders, torso and one of his legs. Patches of skin was plastered on his cheeks and on some parts of his body. It was day but dark clouds covered where ever Docarock arrived, making it impossible to determine time. He had no need for sleep, food or wine, neither did his army of skeletons. He preferred to eat the flesh of his victims and drink their blood, just like his army. Docarock arose, he was seated on a throne made with bones under a shade. They had invaded
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