"I couldn't be more pleased..." the Darklord began to muse to his manservant Alfred. "The Order is growing stronger. After absorbing Duragon, the former leader of the Silent Ravens, Captain Kurgans return and now Captain Orin has returned after all these years. Do you know how splendid that is?"
Alfred could see the excitement in D'Sar's eyes. It had been a long time coming since the D'Sari ruled the realms of Kjeldoran as the evil of the land. Now the time was returning. The snowball has begun to fall downward. The bloodfever will begin again. The D'Sarian legend is a fire soon to blaze to engulf the realms.
It's only just begun. Darkstar knows this feeling. He smells the blood in the water. He sets his targets and plans his future conquests. His sites are set on the Crusaders as they have claimed him as their enemy since the return of Navarre from his outer dimensional imprisonment. It ssems the bird still holds a bit of a grudge. The Stygian Temple is on his list because of the former traitorous clanmates now fighting against the D'Sari. Then there's the Ninth Circle. They annoy him simply because they worship some unknown diety of evil they call "Satan". And lest we forget the battle with the goodlings of the realms.
So many enemies...So little time. War like this could spark armaggedon. Simply because they don't see the glory and goals of the D'Sarian brood. But the battle for supremacy has just begun.. Lying in wait this lion sleeps tonight.
"I'm off to meet with Orin. He needs to be briefed. The Squadron Sinister will be reborn once again, stronger than before. The final strike will be a glorious one...culminating to the final clash of the titans... That tin plated tirant, Ahriman!"
D'Sar was still bitter about the succession of the Dark Liege. Now he just saunters off to meet with his new and renewed D'Sari. The game is afoot.