Grimm wandered into the forest, holstering his axe in the scabbard. The green energy pouring off of him in spiky waves.
"They are yours to call. No others. They are only dead if you allow it." The silky, seductive voice sounded from behind Grimm.
"Who-?" He turned quickly, grabbing his axe again.
"A friend." The Temptress smiled, lowering herself casually from a tree branch. Walking up to him, she reached out and gently took his arm. "You did it before, now again, like this." She motioned his arm downward, as the hilt of the axe struck the ground, radiating pure waves of the emerald green energy.
Within moments, hordes of the undead were crowding around their new master. Back at their camp, Justin and Sam saw the green flare up in the distance. "That is not a good sign, Samuel." Sam looked at the green light, a question forming on his lips that his voice could not find: "Why?"
"Mmmmmm, yes. . ." The Temptress motioned her body against Grimm's form as her hands moved along her own in a semblance of orgiastic pleasure. Reaching up behind her, she grasped Grimm by the chin and spoke. "What is our oath, my love?"
Raising his axe high overhead, the green radiating off it, as the undead bowed on one knee, Grimm spoke evenly but plainly: "One true order."
