In the snowy highlands, a village stands tall,
Behind self-repairing and durable walls.
Turrets stand guard to shoot down invaders,
While in my mansion's tower with its own elevator.
The undead patrol the grounds night and day,
They are smart enough to do as I say.
Ten thousand people do live close by, including ten mages with skills very high. They teach at a college I founded myself, with a library holding cosmic knowledge on each shelf.
The barracks have guns, the bar has great food,
My harem all like to sleep in the nude.
Two thousand guardsmen work alongside the undead, keeping the place safe and pet dragons fed.
There's a modern hospital to keep everyone well,
And I'm charming and charismatic as hell.
With a minor form change I will inspire,
Everyone to embody what they desire.
Walls and a tower make a good start,
But to truly rip evil forces apart,
I have to get a society running,
Train all to be tough, loyal and cunning.
Their needs are met so they can enlist,
And help out the soldiers when conflict persists.
In this cold place we will start a new plan,
To purge evil from the mansion and all of the land.