"If at all possible, also trying and bring in Kyle Johnson in alife. Now that this is cleared, to the regular schedule. Belhalhar. I want you creating an army. You will head to africa, and come into contact with a local warlord they call murder night. Buy his soul in return for power, and get him organised."
Belhalhar jumps unto the table with wide eyes, frothing blood and saliva from his mouth. He already consumed his own tounge, so no egible words came out.
"Contact! Do not kill them, do not eat the, tempt them. Understood?!"
Belhalhar gives a sad whine. Out of frustration, he begins to chew on his own thumb.
Blak'haraz went around the table to Charyptoroth, who was clad in an old fashioned diving suit. No face could be seen inside, just that it was filled with water.
"Charyptoroth, until we have gained enough power, we can begin the siege on the elements. Lay low, breed serpents. The same goes for you Agrimoth. Gather your strength. Until we have a solid foothold in this world, breaking the citadels will not be possible."
Agrimoth, who had taken the form of a large muscular man in a suit that was slightly smoking from within nodded, without much enthusiasm.
"Lolgrammoth, you will keep an eye on the humans. Should Araceli here disappoint us, you will take them out. You are fast enough that even if your actions draw divine attention, there is little they can do about it."
"Aiai!"
"Targunitoth, how long until you can raise the unsleeping army?"
"Well, there are many factors to consider, mostly there is not all that much blood in a single hu-"
"How. Long."
"I..I..6 months, I guess."
Blak'haraz grunted. That was a long time...
"Asfaloth, Belzhorash, the two of you will work on the swarm. If Araceli here is as good as she thinks she is, she will provide a proper groom for you."
Asfaloth was sitting at the table in the form of a small boy, drawing on a bit of paper with crayons, not paying much attention. She perked up when her name was mentioned.
"So I get to make babies again? YAY!"
"Zholvar, you will assist me. I need you to destabilise the world economy. That will make my task much easier."
Zholvar, a fat man hung with enough bling to make any rapper feel inadequate gave Blakharaz a diamond-toothed grin.
"Belkelel, you said you already had an army and a few good bodies ready?"
"Correct."
"Keep them ready, but don't make your move yet. And lastly, you, Belshirach. As long as it is not guaranteed that we can regenerate Amazeroth, you will need to hunt down the thorn. It is the arma ultima against creation. The advantage it poses is too immense to pass up. Do everything that is needed..."
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