Today was the day Azrezel assaulted my fortress with armies of undead. I tried really hard to think of a way to make that into an innuendo but I just couldn’t figure out how. A week from now I am going to think about this moment and come up with a perfect line for this, but by then it will be too late. Or not, maybe I’ll just forget.

Anyway, the rules of the competition were simple. He had to have one of his undead touch me before sundown in order to win, while I had to prevent that. I could go anywhere within the designated battleground, but nowhere outside of it. Meaning I spent most of the time in the middle of the fortress. While both of us could repair any damage done to our puppets or my fortress, neither of us could create new puppets during the competition and I was limited in the sheer amount of mana I could pour out of myself at any given time.

It was a one-sided victory in Azrezel’s favor. I honestly have no idea what it takes to defend a fortress, though I did learn quite a bit today. I had the actual design of my fortress down pretty well, I studied pearlhold as by all accounts it is an incredibly well-designed fortress, but I had no idea how to actually use it. Overall my puppets where quite a bit better than his, but he also has way more than me. Were is a field battle without any need for me to spend mana on a fortress I am certain I would have won.

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It also doesn’t help my case that Azrezel has been studying siege tactics recently, not taking all of his time on that of course, but it is something he has been looking into. As one of, if not the, best necromancers in the area siege warfare is something he thinks he is supposed to be good at, especially with how militaristic the people are. That last bit isn’t something I noticed till today, but it definitely makes sense.

So the siege ended with Azrezel walking cooly and confidently into the command room and sweeping me up into his arms without even breaking a sweat. Not that picking me up would be difficult for him, he is incredibly ripped and I am light as a feather. Though I was a bit irritated at losing so easily that is my own fault and I can’t be irritated at him.

Other than that I spent the rest of the day with Azrezel, playing out the role of his captive. It was honestly really fun, though I don’t think it will be a regular thing.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.