They all looked like lifeless corpses, with sunken, dead-looking eyes, and a weird smell emanating from their bodies that turned the calm edge of the blue lake where they were standing, slightly discolored in a grayish tone. Parts of their faces were already visibly decaying, as tiny pieces of rotting flesh, and peeling skin fell off their faces with their slight body movements. Their chests were also strangely still, as if they didn't need to breathe at all. Not a single ounce of air entered their nostrils, nor did their chest heave rhythmically up and down, as a sign of breathing.
The most striking feature that this group of people shared in common, wasn't their corpse-like appearances, but that they were all extremely beautiful. As if a god had spent an inordinate amount of time chiseling every part of their bodies to perfection.
Situated within the group of people that surrounded the lake, was a slightly tall, and feminine looking old man who stood at the edge of the lake, who was currently scanning the entire group with his slightly decaying eyes that had a look of cruelty and violence emanating from them.
This old man, who stood about 6 feet tall, after scanning the group of people numbering in the millions, surrounding the quiet lake before him, started to speak with a voice that sounded deep, baritone, and mellow. "We Cold Vilkerites, over a few hundred thousand years ago, were banished from the main world by the various forces of the wretched Gilagesh Empire like dogs without a home.
They called us the corpse race and punished us for doing what came naturally to us. Our innate desire to kill, rape, and pillage was chastised, and mocked by the heinous villains of the Gilagesh Empire. But today, we'll be going back to that same empire to wreck havoc!
Remember brethrens, since we do not breathe, and our bodies are cold to the touch, you must remember to use your will powers to mimic the bodies of a normal human at all times, until we reach our destination!.
And be prepared to die for our cause as we venture forth on this mission, in order to fight for the future of us Cold Vilkerites!"
He then paused for a minute, as he looked over the lake before him. The others watching him also followed and looked at the quiet lake as well.
"Now before we enter this portal before us, I must ask you, what should we Cold Vilkerites do to anyone who's not a Cold Vilkerite?" The leader asked as his baritone voice echoed around the calm lake.