Coc'zac the Conqueror, prime general and guiding darkness of the Dread Legion, did not remember what warm fuzzies were. He was beyond life, beyond death, beyond base emotion! But this, he imagined, would have been a moment for at least tepid fuzzies. There was an Inn full of powerful beings who would make powerful undead minions, bolstering the might of the Dread Legion even further! They had no conception of what was coming for them, and all would fall before him! And his lesser generals.

But mostly they would fall before great Coc'zac!

Nazu, reliable Nazu, started breathing bone shards into the desert, creating a border of spikes to pen the living to their killing field, and Coc'zac rolled off the dragon's head to see to certain matters himself. Great leaders such as him led from the front! And it was always a good idea to remind the twins that there were reasons he, Coc'zac, was the leader and they, whoever they were, were his servants.

Fortunately for that purpose, a band of Inn residents appeared to be inclined to challenge the demilich's magnificence. Coc'zac flew to meet them, teeth already clicking on the rote words to call a thick beam of sickening energy from the sky upon them.