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Old 07-06-2009, 12:52 AM
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The pirates didn’t move. They gave no indication of their intentions towards the injured ex-court wizard.

Van Dam found himself in quite a pickle. In truth, Ravenholdt was no friend to Alterac. There had been long-standing plans through the league of assassins to secretly infiltrate and completely usurp command from Alterac’s ruling regime. It was believed that the “assassin-magi” could easily be swayed, and preliminary assessments suggested a fair likelihood of complete success and, failing that, a solid likelihood that at least the eastern half of the nation could be acquired. This was another reason why the meeting at Fenris was important. Van Dam had hoped that, if reasonable, he could secure allegiances with the Lightist powers who would greatly prefer an Alterac operating at the ends of Ravenholdt’s marionette strings.

Ravenholdt spooks in key positions were already beginning the operation, and Van Dam wondered how they would fare in the wake of this unpredictable civil dispute between Xie and the Chancellors. Many of their efforts could have been completely negated if the bulk of the Chacellors were executed, and some of his people could have been exposed. Alterac was always notoriously hard to infiltrate because of the sheer unpredictability involved.

One of the more notoriously unpredictable elements was now lying in a crumpled heap at his feet. Van Dam knew all about Caxagord, but could scarcely believe this haggard, wounded ragamuffin was the same purveyor of mad booty sweat that could literally kick people into the sun.

Could he exploit this injured man’s quest to challenge Xie? How would the pirates react? He had to compose the facts in his mind. Caxagord sought to find a supposed ally in Lord Gabranth, who he knew the pirates were working for, shanghaiing peasants to form a slave work force. He didn’t much care for that, but based on this Faldren might find this Caxagord an ally. On the other hand, earlier on the journey he recalled that Faldren claimed to have attained his rank through friendship with the Chacellors. If Caxagord was responsible for having most of them killed, then he would likely be held an enemy of the Admiral for extinguishing his connections and jeopardizing his position as a state-sponsored scoundrel. Of course, Faldren made that statement in the same breath which recited his championship bear wrestling résumé. Van Dam couldn’t help but doubt the validity of that claim. Where would he even find a bear in his weight division?

Warester Van Dam: Admiral, did you order your Court Wizard well done?

He walked away from the babbling burn victim.

Warester Van Dam: Gentleman, as you already know, this is Caxagord. He is a former Chancellor and Court Wizard of Alterac. By his own admission, he arranged for Lord Xie to kill the majority of the Chancellor’s before miraculously surviving an attempted execution by Chancellor Bergan. This Bergan is apparently now in control. Caxagord seeks an audience with your boss, Gabranth. As solemn and lawful Admiral of Alterac and out of the respect I have acquired for your position, I defer to your authority on this matter.

Best case scenario: Faldren would take Caxagord and personally bring him to Gabranth. Van Dam was close enough to Fenris that he could easily traverse the distance by foot. This would get the pirates out of the way, preventing the possibility of Warester needing to eliminate them himself when they discover Proudmoore’s ship isn’t easily capturable or isn’t there at all. He’d feel really bad about having to kill Nibbles in particular. The two roommates had formed an unexpected but totally platonic bond over the past few days. It turned out that both shared a passion for cooking. Warester’s succulent pork ribs accompanied by some homemade morning glory dew could make a friend of anyone, while Nibble’s curiously tasty omelet lived up to its name. Van Dam could then assassinate Thaumas himself, report the news back to Fandral, and possibly convince the Admiral that they are allies and use him as a tool to further Ravenholdt’s plans to silently take over control of Alterac.

On the other hand, Faldren might kill Caxagord on the spot. In which case, he proceeds as previously planned. He waited to see the pirate reaction.

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Travot did not waste time in his legitimate efforts to woo Lolita Scipio. He began courting her almost immediately after Van Dam left on his mission. It was only after the young woman Van Dam had rescued from pirates returned to Andriano that Travot could really flout his position. He had convinced her to take a horseback ride with him alone beyond the city limits, and the conversation was going swimmingly.

Lolita Scipio: No, its true! Haha. I won the title of Miss Andriano fair and square! Before all the hostilities began to boil over, I was supposed to go to the Miss Azeroth contest in Capital City. Too bad it was cancelled this year. I had a damn good chance of winning too, and proving that the hottest women on the planet are from Andriano! That would really stick it to those bastards in Andorhal, with the fatties they always parade out.

Travot Ravenholdt: Its all those carbohydrates in that grain!

Lolita Scipio: Oh you! Tee-hee.

Just then, two gnolls leapt out from the bushes.

Wildpaw Gnoll #1: Boogity Boogity!

Lolita Scipio: Oh no! We’re Doomed!

Travot Ravenholdt: Not hardly!

Being the Lord of Ravenholdt did not mean he did not train in the art of combat. Quite the contrary. Travot leapt off his steed and with alarming quickness drew his elaborately crafted long daggers and sliced the Gnolls throat.

Wildpaw Gnoll #2: HuhwhaaHUH?!?

Just as quickly he dispatched with the second gnoll. He cleaned his blades before re-sheathing them and confidently turning to his very impressed and grateful companion.

Lolita Scipio: You saved me from those beasts! Are all men from Ravenholdt such heroes?

Travot Ravenholdt: Just me, baby. Just me.

Travot was no mage, but he had worked his magic. Lolita convinced her father, the Count of Scipio, to give her permission to return with the Lord to his manor. She left out the part that it was on a secret location atop a heavily defended and trapped mountain.

Of course, if she knew the truth she might not have been so impressed. The Gnolls were Wildpaws, the tribe Travot had manipulated into serving him. When he needed small numbers of them for “discrete” missions, he told them he would reward them by taking them to “Paradise“, an island Travot owned in an undisclosed location where Bash Ale flowed like water, meat was plentiful, and there were unlimited bitches in heat. The others never questioned when they didn’t return, who would want to? The gnolls were told to just leap out and give the lady travot was riding with a good scare, as part of a practical joke. If successful, they’d go to Paradise Island. The joke was on them when he killed them.

Advance scouts saw the Lord and his guest returning, and safely escorted them up the Mountain. Puffing out his chest to maximize his impressiveness, he made his way to his seat of authority in Ravenholdt manor and began barking orders. Lolita was by his side.

Travot Ravenholdt: Update me on the status of my kingdom while I have been away! Where is Von Xie?

A guard stepped forward.

Guard: Lord Ravenholdt, Hellen Von Xie has assembled the Nightslayers and launched a stealth incursion into Tarren Mill under orders from the Grand Master. The town is occupied by the Eastern Legion of Hesperia. She is seeking to silence any agents of Alterac still in the town who have knowledge of the well poisoning that you ord….

Travot Ravenholdt: Tutututut, that’s enough. Away with you.

Lolita Scipio: What was that about? Poison?

Travot Ravenholdt: Yes… Alterac poisoned Tarren Mill’s wells. Nasty business, so we’re helping them to rebuild. As the Eastern Legion isn’t marching on our mountain right now, I think its safe to say that Hellen hasn’t failed yet. But its only a matter of time…
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Old 07-06-2009, 05:32 AM
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Kul Tiras

The couatl vanguard zoomed in on Zul'Dare. Riding atop their savage blue creatures, the couatl riders could not help but tremble. One in particular, a certain Henry Sealance, pondered to himself how he had allowed himself to be drafted into the company that received training to mount these beasts.

His orders were even more worrying. His highness Xanthus Alverolde had ordered them to find and capture the rogue admiral Janus, who would supposedly be in charge of the docked fleet at Zul'Dare.

Henry wondered for a moment what Janus looked like, but then resolved the question by guessing that he would be dressed for his part as admiral. Hefting his spear, Henry Sealance led his couatl division in a nosedive towards the ships that swam into view once they passed over Zul'Dare.

"Remember our orders!" Henry tried to call out, but the roaring wind rushing past him drowned out any chance that his comrades could hear him say the obvious. The sleek, wet couatl beneath him was difficult to sit atop, but it would hopefully keep him alive.

Arrows whistled past Henry's face as the couatl headed for the deck of one of the ships. It was certainly difficult to steer the beast, but Henry did his best, his heart stampeding out of control with fear.
The captain of the ship was distinguishable, both for his hat and his attire. Henry hefted his spear, and just as the couatl came short of the ship, Henry threw it. In seconds, the captain was down, and Henry was steering his couatl away.

It would be difficult to find and kill Janus, but Henry would try. He could see his comrades and their mounts spreading confusion all around him, but surely enough, arrows were finding their marks. Beasts were being felled.

Then Henry was hit, and his vision clouded. His last sensation was hitting the cold water of the sea, which claimed him.

Hours later, Caldwell and the Tirasian fleet arrived to finish the job. The fighting was furious at first, but the morale of the rebels was low, and for the most part, they surrendered. It seemed that Xanthus had likely resolved the conflict.

Caldwell walked up to Xanthus on the deck of their flagship, and saluted.
"My lord, amongst the prisoners is no sign of Janus. We do know that some rebels have fled inland. One of the captains of the enemy ships swears that Janus has taken flight to hide in Seashire, condemning the rebel fleet to burn."

This would be vital news for Thaumas to hear, surely, Xanthus mused. The Hesperian town of Seashire - Janus would have to be very well hidden to evade the authorities there. Unless, of course, it was all a lie and Janus was hiding amidst the citizens of the island of Zul'Dare.

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Battle of Ambermill

The struggle had died down once the legion of Dalaran began to withdraw its soldiers. With the attackers on the defensive, Grigori Dosantos and Thomassy called an emergency meeting.

The archmagi of the Kirin Mora convened with Thomassy in the town hall of Ambermill. Saadhal, the blind magus, was finally in attendance.
"We've won a phyrric victory, my friends." Grigori announced gravely. "Though we protected both the port and the city and drove them into a retreat, do you wish to comprehend our losses?"

Saadhal tried to slam his fist on the table, but being blind, knocked over a candle and cursed. Then he turned his attention back to raving.
"We need a plan! Even if it means securing the fleet and using it to escape."

Thomassy remained brooding. His illusion had helped turn the tide, but a powerful enemy archmage had worked from behind the lines to counter it. It had taken her time and had left her too weak to confront him. It was, perhaps, the effort of maintaining the grand illusion which had caused it to fail.

Grigori raised his hands for silence.
"But I have news. Mattheus Perinany has called for a meeting with me. The fabled Perinany Legion is on the march. Just as surely as Dalaran might receive reinforcements, we may too, if I do things right. I will leave Thomassy and Saadhal in charge, for I leave immediately to convene with Mattheus Perinany."

The thought of Grigori's absence unnerved Thomassy. Immediately, many of the archmagi began trying to talk over the other, outraged and bickering. Grigori ignored them, and left for the stables. Thomassy would have to decide the next move.

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By morning, General Marius and Augusta stood at the rear of their army gazing out in the direction of Hesperia. Dalaran's spires gleamed in the far flung distance. Marius smiled as he returned his gaze to the columns of soldiers drawing nearer from the verdant horizon. They were no doubt the reinforcements under Count Dorian.
"What will our next move be, General?" Augusta asked. "Dorian will be here by nightfall."
"I suppose that does depend on what the Kirin Mora try to pull off next, if anything." Marius said with a grunt. "But no matter. Let them try."

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Ravenholdt

Hellen von Xie and her Nightslayers were on the move. It had been an uneventful trek, but things were bound to finally get interesting. They managed to get past the Eastern Legion without a problem, as it was not camped around the entire town. Sneaking through the streets, Hellen led the heavily disguised troupe towards the central building in the main square. It was the standard town hall under the shadow of a cathedral.

The task would be simple. To assassinate Alterac's agents. If Gabranth thought he could meddle where he was not welcome, then Hellen would have something to say about that. If Lord Xie and Gabranth got particularly frustrating, she would have to remind them that it was only a matter of courtesy that prevented her from asserting her claims to the throne. As a distant cousin of the current ruling Xie, Hellen had escaped the inbreeding programme generations ago. Nonetheless, she still had her right to rule, more or less.

Her idle thoughts were distracting her from the task at hand, and she cleared her head. The Nightslayers had little trouble breaking into the town hall. Hellen secretly hoped that their informant had been wrong.

Ravenholdt had planted agents in most major cities. In Tarren Mill, one of their agents had been a clerk. He had intercepted a letter from Gabranth hinting that the mayor was dealing with him.

In Hellen's mind, this resolved the matter. The mayor would have to go. The Nightslayers met little opposition in the town hall only until they set foot in the main hall.

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Dalaran and Ravenholdt

Archmage Franek wanted to personally oversee the arrest and teleportation of the mayor to Dalaran. The clerk that the Hareveim had interrogated had told him enough to warrant this occassion. There was no way around it.

With a company of Hareveim and several of General Leo's elite guards, Franek had Mayor Juntridge sent for. They awaited him in the main chamber of the town hall. There was no other way out of the building, so it would be a safe bet that Juntridge would not escape. If he refused to come down to meet them, well, Franek would have something to say about that.
"The mayor will be with you shortly." a young assistant informed the company. His eyes darted nervously, looking over the assortment of weapons that the strangers were carrying so casually.

Mayor Juntridge stepped in, wearing his nightgown.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked.
"Mayor Juntridge, in the name of the Hesperian Alliance, you are under arrest under suspicion of treason."

The Hareveim grasped him by the arms, and prepared to teleport him out.


Sensing the magic that would be employed to teleport the mayor away, Hellen sprang into action. The Nightslayers were concealed, hidden from the officials of Dalaran. Yet, their cover would have to be blown to complete the mission.

A dagger spiralled into Juntridge, and then he was teleported to Dalaran.

"What the hell?" Franek cursed, swinging around.

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Old 07-06-2009, 11:06 AM
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The dagger that careened into Mayor Juntridge was thrown with expert precision. Hellen didn’t doubt it would be a fatal wound. Even if it wasn’t, the dagger was coated with a liberal spread of mind-numbing poison that, in all likelihood, would make Juntridge the highest ranking vegetable this side of Lord Xie’s court. Wherever he was teleported too, she didn’t think he’d be able to talk.

The problem was that in order to silence him with a deadly throw she had to expose her position. Now she had an incensed Archmage, a company of Hareveim, and some elite guards looking her direction in anger.

Hellen von Xie: Would you believe I’m with the traveling carnival and that was a tragic juggling accident?

Hellen quickly strafed to her right and avoided an arcane missile that exploded on her prior position.

Hellen von Xie: Well… someone’s not getting their prize tickets redeemed!

Puns aside, Hellen knew she was in trouble. She could not face them in the small confines of the main chamber of City Hall. She had to fall back to where she could either vanish or get support from the Nightslayers. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they’d get…. Before they could call for reinforcements that is. She leapt for the exit while awaiting the next move of her pursuers.

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Archmage Franek let out a quick gasp. The events around him were happening way too fast for him to know exactly what was happening, but it was a good start to stop the assassin from escaping. As she sprinted for the door, he extended a hand and focused his mind. In a flash, the metal of the doorknob turned red-hot, searing her hand as she grasped it.

The guards next to him sprang to restrain her.

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Battle of Ambermill

The struggle had died down once the legion of Dalaran began to withdraw its soldiers. With the attackers on the defensive, Grigori Dosantos and Thomassy called an emergency meeting.

The archmagi of the Kirin Mora convened with Thomassy in the town hall of Ambermill. Saadhal, the blind magus, was finally in attendance.
"We've won a phyrric victory, my friends." Grigori announced gravely. "Though we protected both the port and the city and drove them into a retreat, do you wish to comprehend our losses?"

Saadhal tried to slam his fist on the table, but being blind, knocked over a candle and cursed. Then he turned his attention back to raving.
"We need a plan! Even if it means securing the fleet and using it to escape."

Thomassy remained brooding. His illusion had helped turn the tide, but a powerful enemy archmage had worked from behind the lines to counter it. It had taken her time and had left her too weak to confront him. It was, perhaps, the effort of maintaining the grand illusion which had caused it to fail.

Grigori raised his hands for silence.
"But I have news. Mattheus Perinany has called for a meeting with me. The fabled Perinany Legion is on the march. Just as surely as Dalaran might receive reinforcements, we may too, if I do things right. I will leave Thomassy and Saadhal in charge, for I leave immediately to convene with Mattheus Perinany."

The thought of Grigori's absence unnerved Thomassy. Immediately, many of the archmagi began trying to talk over the other, outraged and bickering. Grigori ignored them, and left for the stables. Thomassy would have to decide the next move.
Raven Keep, its name failed to do justice to it for they might as well have named it squirrel keep, there was in all reality nothing particularly raven-esque about this place, not even architecture or any other mood that might make one associate this particular place with those black feathered creatures, not that there was anything that made it relatable to squirrels, but Matteus always thought that they should have named the places for local wildlife and a keep should be named after a bear that stands its ground rather than the fleething black bird.

But Grigori came (to the meeting) and the fact that he was in a hurry was all made too apparent in the manner of his speech "General Perinany." Girgori said. "I have come. I hope that you have good reason to call me away from my men. The Kirin Mora needs me to hold Ambermill. Yet, I know we cannot hold for long, dear general. That is why I come to you, humbly, seeking the assistance of the fist."

Each of the fist knew their place, while every one of them had a particular answer for this they knew that their leader turn was to speak first "You speak of good reason for separating you from your men Lord Dosantos, all I want to know is why should we the Perinany legion be rallied to your cause and why does a civil war, who truth be told has lost everything civil about it, involve an organization that is devoted to the protection of manking not the interests of the private"

Before Dosantos could brew an answer the fist began to argue with themselves, and Mageriff was the one that began this "We would do well to remember our relations with Dalaran, the people are but victims of the interests of the council we would do well if we lay down our arms and brought an answer to this without the need for bloodshed"

"Have you lost your nerve!" said Vasgren as he struck the wooden table with his fist and the whole lot shook "These commoners are but cattle and if left to their own devices they will just stand there waiting for orders, the bloodshed can not be stopped this far, did you not looked at Ambermill Gustav! did you not heard our leader´s words? there is no turning back and Grigori came looking for our help he would not do so unless he knew that there is something that requires our descicive and certain action"

"Calm yourselves down, both of you" Levin said as he struck the ground with his staff "We will allow Dosantos to explain why does this calls for the attention of the legion"

The 5 nodded and their stares descended upon their guest
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The time has finally come. I lighly rub my neck as the Dwarven thane and the Admiral from the southern islands (along with their retinues) join me near the Port in the morning, ready to be transported to Fenris Isle. I introduce them to Ulyssan, who is coming to the island with me to serve as a witness of the Kirin Mora's barbarism and illegality. Neither ruler responds very strongly and Ulyssan doesn't speak a word.

In the Port, seven wizards awaits. We can't afford things to go wrong, so I had a few extras brought in. Seven is more than enough to hold open a portal to the island without any complications.

The meeting should not post much trouble in any case. The newest reports coming in from the west have confirmed that the Kirin Mora are too tight pressed to send anyone to attend at the Conference. I inwardly smile at this success.

As magic crackles before me, slowly forming an airborne disc, I calmly extend a hand and lend some of my own effort into the casting. Eventually, the foggy silhouette of the Keep starts to form.

Around this point, the magi at Fenris have felt our attempt to bridge the two locations and are rushing to stabilise their end of the arc. As they succeed, the portal suddenly forms up and the image of a garden becomes crystal clear. I step forward and feel my very essence being transported there.

With an abrupt thump, I fall to my feet and step forward. It is good that I did this, for a second after me, Ulyssan falls out of the swirling blue. I pull him away to make room for the Tirasians and Dwarves.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Fenris Isle," announces a voice. I turn to see a tall man with broad shoulders and a very thick single eyebrow. "I am Duke Augustus Fenris." He eyes us all hesitantly, not knowing who he is supposed to talk to first.

I step forward and offer my hand. "Greetings, Duke Fenris. I am Javali, the appointed representative of the Alliance of Hesperia and the High Archmage of Dalaran."

The duke bows before taking my hand. "I am your servant."

I move to the side as the Admiral steps forth and introduces himself. The Duke bows down, announces being a servant to him and then shakes the hand. This must be part of the etiquette.

With the other human leader done, the duke eyes the dwarves questioningly. "This is a conference for human leaders, I don't remember your kind being invited."

I turn to leave, not awfully interested in the resulting discussion. A servant tells me and Ulyssan to follow her, as she will show us to our rooms in the keep. After a short moment, the young mage asks: "Which King's vassal is Duke Fenris, exactly?"

The young girl answers: "He swears allegiance to the King of Stormwind."

Ulyssan asks why Stormwind would have a colony this far away, but the girl doesn't seem to have an answer, so I explain instead: "This keep was built and the first Duke Fenris was knighted under the orders of the Arathi kings of Strom long ago. They intended to police the cities in the shores of the lake with a naval base in its middle, but that didn't work and it ended up being the only piece of land belonging to Strom around here before long.

When the Arathi trekked south to found Stormwind, all of Strom's vassals swore allegiance to the new King Trollbane. This one exception was the Fenris family, whose loyalty has passed from father to son, eventually leading to the current southern king."

Finally in the keep, I admire the architecture and furnishing. This place truly is worthy of housing royalty.

The grand opening of the conference will be later tonight, so as the servant leaves me in my room, I dig out my notes for the speech I've been preparing. This ought to be good.

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OOC: Wabba can take hold of the hook over there and Xarth can tell what he does after arriving.

What matters it that everyone writes a text about themselves arriving within the next few days. Do it or you make Baby Tim cry.
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Van Dam makes his amphibious landing upon Fenris Isle unnoticed. His journey there was an unpredictable and adventurous one, and nobody expected the situation with the pirates and Caxagord to turn out the way it did. It sure was exciting though.

Once inside, his agenda was clear. He would stealth around and uncover all the intelligence he could about the various diplomats and dignitaries that would be attending this conference. He also needed tactical information on the nations and organizations they represented, if possible: Troop positions and movements, relative capabilities, risk assessments, and both political and religious dispositions. He may even seek to meet with certain individuals in private, if deemed prudent.

Warester was entering the Keep with the belief that it was in the best interest of the league of assassins to see the Pagans defeated in what he saw as the inevitable continental conflict to follow. He needed to know the extent to which the Pagans had infiltrated and corrupted certain governments, including Gilneas and Dalaran. He suspected this would be significant. He knew the most about the Pagan ruler of Kul Tiras, primarily because Thaumas was so open and conspicuous about his divine bloodline and intentions. He seemed to literally scream it from the top of a giant flying stingray. This simply could not continue. He resolved to put an end to both Thaumas’ life and the life of his father, the half-god and all around fishy Phorcys.

He also needed to know the dispositions of the Lightist nations to which he wanted to lend his support. Were they truly as brutal in their enforcement of the Light worship as he had heard? He didn’t want to help defeat one religious tyranny just to have a witchhunter militia storm his mountain the next day all pissed off because Ravenholdt legalized second-trimester abortions. It was understandably hard to take a pro-life position when your regime's chief export was assassination. No, Warester needed to make the choices that would benefit Ravenholdt, keeping them safe, alive, well-financed, and with the potential for aggressive expansion. Lordaeron, despite possible hang-ups, seemed like it had the most potential to facilitate those ends as an ally.

Van Dam also sought to begin the enabling of Ravenholdt’s top secret Project: Ramrod. The mysterious operation designed to expand Ravenholdt’s power had only just begun to reach the level where it could be effectively implemented, but its targets and objectives were wholly dependant on the results of this meeting.

Prior to the initial reconnaissance, he intended to rendezvous with the event’s most dignified, special host. Van Dam wasn’t formally on the guest list after all, but he was certain that, after an introduction, the Grand Master of Ravenholdt would have a place at the table. This would be the open and conspicuous part of his own excursion, the part where he let the world know that Ravenholdt was only invisible when it wanted to be. His nation, small and specialized at it was, was a power to be reckoned with. He would wear a friendly diplomatic face, until the time came to drop the hammer on Thaumas. Acting half publicly and half secretively was nothing new to Ravenholdt, after all… that’s why they wore those cool masks.

His spynoculars allowed him to see the main man from a distance. Tall and powerfully built, not entirely unlike a gorilla he once saw in Stranglethorn Vale, with a uni-brow that you wouldn’t believe… it was Duke Augustus Fenris, the host. If he recalled correctly, Fenris was somewhat of an anomaly in the region in that he operated the Keep as an outpost of distant Stormwind, through some twisted convolution involving the Arathi. That explained all the gaudy Lion statues and pretentious decoration. With some degree of difficulty, Van Dam managed to stealth past the significant defenses that were arrayed and silently dropped behind the Duke.

Warester Van Dam: Boo.

The burly Duke quickly whirled around in surprise, as his guards all sprung to life.

Duke Augustus Fenris: Who the devil are you?

Warester Van Dam: Easy, big guy. I’m here on official business. I am the Grand Master of the sovereign nation of Ravenholdt, here to formally attend the summit.

Augustus motions for his guards to lower their weapons.

Duke Augustus Fenris: Ah, I have heard of the hidden nation in the mountains. Your reputation precedes you, Grand Master Krol.

Warester is taken aback for a moment, but then realizes he should have expected such recognition. Tales of Krol’s exploits were popular throughout the kingdoms. People still talk about him and his legendary blade, lost somewhere in the world on one of his many storied adventures. It would probably fetch a small fortune on the open market if it was found. He wondered if Krol’s untested successor would be afforded even a fraction of the same respect. Well, there was only one way to find out…

Warester Van Dam: I regret to inform you that Grand Master Krol is no longer with us. He was murdered not long ago. I am his successor, Grand Master Warester Van Dam.

Duke Augustus Fenris: I see. Well then, I think I know how to proceed…


Fenris motions for the three guards closest to him to attack. They wasted no time obeying the order. Van Dam was surprised, but his lightening reflexes kicked in almost immediately. The guards thrust at him with their polearms, but he was too evasive for them to connect. Warester disarmed the first guard, and whirled the polearm around, striking one guard to the ground with the blunt end and sweeping another’s feet from beneath him in one fluid motion. He then glared at Augustus.

Duke Augustus Fenris: As always, Ravenholdt representatives wear their credentials on their sleeves. I had to be sure you were who you said you were. My servant will show you to a room befitting you.

Warester Van Dam: Thanks…
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Skirvar sat infront of a crystal ball speaking with Urkath Oilfist. The whole process was tiring, the crystal balls of the human mages showed only a small image, in contrast to the divining pools of Ironforge and the spell drained Skirvar.

Skirvar: "This are dire news indeed, Urkath. We need to take action immediately. I need you to follow Featherbeards orders until I return. And you need to contact Flamebeard together with Featherbeard, we need to bring him on our side and stand strong as united Ironforge."
Urkath: "As you wish, my lord. And what about Silverbeard?"
Skirvar: "Ignore him for the time being. He can't do anything if we ally with Flame and Featherbeard. And about the search for the heir: Send some sorcerers and the first of our "special" troopers. The raptors should be the perfect test subjects for our new weapon."
Urkath: "Yes my lord. I hope that you return soon."
Skirvar: "I will return as soon as I can, Urkath."

Skirvar severed the connection. This wasn't going as he planned, but he needed to cope with the situation. He hoped that atleast the meeting on Fenris would go according to plan...

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[OOC:] Im thinking of coming back what should I do? [/OOC]
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Fenris Keep, currently host to a meeting between the diplomats and leaders of the political powers of the known world.

The Perinany legion had not been invited, not formally at least but these people where fools if they thought they could host a meeting within the lands that the perinany patrolled and go unchecked.

It was like this that Eaconberth, Sourlan and their escorts made their way trough boat to the keep, being guests that barged into a meeting that they had not been made part of they clearly carried arms for as they say if necessity arises you better have a weapon nearby.

About 5 kilometers before they arrived, the boat´s paddles stopped turning and the vehicle came to a halt, in the deck Eaconberth and Sourlan looked at the waters “Then we know the drill aye? If I should fail you will carry on” said Eaconberth who had dressed in robes and adorned himself with jewels to show that although the battle belonged to the legion the legion did not belonged to battle alone, they had culture and taste as well.

“Aye, failure is only an option when nobody else can win, I trust you brought the explosives?” Eaconberth nodded “I would give them to you but alas they are useless when soaked, to bad we cant bring greater quantities, we could blow them all upon to the otherworld if we didn’t had to sneak it in” Eaconberth spoke of such disaster as if was a hollow text in a overly sentenced piece of paper “Strength and honor” Sourlan said as he dived into the lake “Strength and honor” said Eaconberth as he made the signal to keep paddling.

Upon their arrival they where naturally received with blade and spear, if they had arrow and bow ready to fire one could not tell since the darkness of the night shrowded possible shooters, but Eaconberth came out with a torch making him an easy target as he spoke “The keep receives guests of such nature and they would turn down a most gracious one from their meeting?”, duke Augustus Fenris however had a good line for unwelcomed guests “You speak of grace? Yet you show none by arriving with no authorization other than your own” Eaconberth was a diplomat for a reason and he brewed an answer “The purpose of this meeting is a farce then, otherwise the political and military power of the legion would have been taken some consideration and be formally invited, pray should I not return you will get a display of power of the likes you will not forget”

The Duke smiled an made a wave that apparently was the signal for the men to be at ease “The legion, a yes, ill show you to your room… however be aware that diplomatic immunity is the law here you might butcher yourselves out of here if you wish but I will not have no act of violence go unpaid for”, Eaconberth nodded as his escort of 5 armed men descended from the boat “I would have expected nothing less”.

With the attention focused on the new arrivals Sourland surfaced from the waters and looked for a place where he could sneak in
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Alford closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh breeze buffeting his face. This was the first moment of true calm he could enjoy since the Maroon Rebellions had begun. He cherished the moment, no matter how brief, for trouble already loomed on the horizon.

Sherman: Milord, are you ready for what awaits us upon that isle? Those pagan beasts are surely readyto trick us or backstab us as soon as they have a chance!

Alford: I know Marshal, but it is still an opportunity we can't overlook. We might be able to form an alliance with other Lightist kingdoms, assess the strength of our enemies and even scare them into commiting some irrational move.

Sherman: Who do you expect to receive as allies?

Alford: Mainly Eralas Trollbane, the king of Stromgarde. His is probably the most powerful military on the continent and you better than anyone knows how much the Maroon Rebellion weakened our forces. Other than that, perhaps Alterac, since King Xie has declared his kingdom to be on our side, but his unpredictability doesn't allow me to count on that enough to trust him.

...: Pardon me for interrupting...

Alford and Sherman quickly turned, surprised at the arrival of a red-haired woman in a garment clearly marking her as an admiral. Katherine Adai was the first female officer to carry such a position in the Lordaeronian forces, which caused many more conservative members to snicker at her every move. She had taken the position during a mission in which the former admiral had been killed in combat and, seeing no other option, she took the reigns and completed it outstandingly. Alford had seen fit to let her keep the position afterwards and fortunately she had exhibited exemplary performance since then.

It was for that very reason that Alford had decided she would be the one to escort him and Sherman to Fenris Isle, aboard her flagship and most powerful ship in their navy, the Garamonde. Outfitted with dozens of the most powerful ballistae his technicians could build and sporting tremendous defensive capabilities, the Garamonde under the command of Admiral Adai was the only ship Alford could trust to both protect him on this trip and to inspire awe in the other kings at the summit.

Adai: *saluting* Your Highness, Marshal. We will arrive at Fenris Isle in twenty minutes. We have contacted the local garrison and everything is ready for our arrival.

Alford: Very well. After we disembark, keep on the lookout for any other vessels sailing near the island. I expect reports about any movements both around and on the island.

Adai: *saluting* Yes, Your Majesty.

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Leaving the port and the Garamonde behind, Alford, Sherman and a small cadre of guards headed into the keep. A group of local guards quickly approached and Alford identified among the figure of the keep's liege, Duke Fenris. He was reminded of the one time he had met the man in his youth and how his instructors had constantly reminded him not to look at the man's very prominent single eyebrow.

Fenris: King Menethil, Marshal Sherman, welcome to Fenris Isle. *bows and takes Alford's hand* I am your servant.

Alford: It's a pleasure to return to your halls, Duke Fenris. Have all the guests arrived?

Fenris: Some of them, milord. I will have my servants escort you to your rooms, where you can wait and rest until the other guests arrive.

Alford: Very well.

And so they entered the foreboding Fenris Keep, where the fate of Lordaeron would soon be decided.
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Viktor swatted a fly as his convoy finally reaches the Merry Ferry, overviewing Lordamere Lake, damn creatures look like they are out to get him as if they recognize royal blood from the common peasant´s and always choose the finer sample.

Viktor eyed Jammal as he ordered a soldier to ask the ferryman to prepare the boat that was asked in advance for the king of Gilneas; he was completely avoided by the flies as if he was literally poisonous to them. The mere sight of Jammal´s comfort annoyed him.

Viktor Greymane: Jammal!

Jammal: Yes, my King?

Viktor Greymane: These flies have been pestering me this whole damned trip, do something about it this instant.

Jammal: I´ll order your personal magician to take care of those vermin, my lord.

Viktor Greymane: If i wanted Rodin to act instead of you i would have ask him, Jammal.

Jammal: My king?

Viktor Greymane: Do it yourself, Jammal.

As jammal hurried to work on his latest and pointless new task, waving his arms in a pretty fitting way for his person, Viktor clenched his fist in even more contained anger. It seems every kind of things are out to get him these last few weeks, the arrogance of that pretentious Mordred “granting” him the favor of ruling his own country along with him and his cursed Zinites all to better uncover this “ultimate truth" or whatever nonsense he was going on about.

Viktor wasn´t a fool, far from it, he knew that his religious that he was spewing were petty justification at best, regardless if he truly believed in that Goddess or not, they saw an opportunity to invade his country and did it with surprising efficiency.

They even managed to stop him as he was escaping in his escape tunnel with their spellcasters, casting spells that were alien to him. All very quick and efficient, the Zinites were probably not even that talented to begin with, it was his own warriors and mages that were inept and useless. But the only one to blame was Viktor and Viktor alone. He let himself bask in the glory of noble life and watch from the sidelines as his stewards, clearly unfit for their roles, maintained his kingdom, which was invaded and breached in days.

It seems Viktor lost himself in his own thoughts for quite some time as a soldier approached him and said everything was in order and the boat was set to depart.

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As the boat reached Fenris isle port, there was already a substantial group of Guards waiting for them as if this last arrival was somewhat surprising.

Jammal hurried and stepped in to announce Gilneas´ presence but Viktor quickly stepped in, he was in no mood of watching his useless servants working for him no matter how insignificant their chores may be, he wanted to take initiative on his own.

He stepped forward Jammal before he could say anything and positioned himself in from of the prominent figure ahead of the guards.

Surprise fill the Duke´s face as he recognized the person in front of him and quickly moves ahead and, much to Viktor’s surprise, bows downs and grabs his hand with some clumsiness and shakes it in a manner that could be described as excitement and claims that he´s his servant.

Duke Augustus Fenris: My lord, I have to say I wasn´t expecting Gilneas to participate in this conference, much less it´s own king, I heard rumors that your kingdom was being invaded by the Zinites for quite some time.

Viktor Greymane: Yes, well… those rumors proved to be true.

Duke Augustus Fenris: Then i´m glad to see that your lordship is well and safe. But how fare your Kingdom at the moment?

Viktor Greymane: It was taken care of and it is of no consequence for now.

Augusts made a puzzled expression at the last statement and Viktor quickly changed to subject.

Viktor Greymane: Your port seems rather silent for one that is attending such a grand conference.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Augustus replied.

Duke Augustus Fenris: Huh…You were the last one to arrive, my Lord, and I wasn’t expecting anymore guests, surely you understand, but you have no need to worry, the conference has not yet started nor it will for at least 4 hours, you should have enough time to accommodate yourself in the quarters prepared for this event. I shall make sure you shall receive accommodations of standards you´re accustomed with.

Augustus snaps his finger and a servant approachs Viktor and asks him to follow her.

As Viktor followed the servant, he ponders the best way to announce his joint rule of Gilneas with Mordred during the conference, he would have to make it as if it was a mutual consensus without making him look weak at the same time.

He was far more concerned at the fate of his own Kingdom than that of Lordearon and now, he had to make the right moves, which he failed to do these last weeks.


[OOC: Sorry about taking so long, i was planning to finish this yesterday but i was out for the weekend and i when got home this Sunday, i was greeted with some pretty heavy news that are still taking their tool on me for the moment. Also sorry if i went on and on about Viktor´s exposition with inner monologues and ego ramblings, those are probably not very interesting.]
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(xie arrives at Fernis Ilke)

Xie: I'm glad I killed Caxagrod!!! He wa a fool to trust Drace!!!

When I get back Drace shall be excuted as well!!!

(Xie Move in the Gates)

Duke Fernis: Greetings

Xie: I'm here for the metting

Fernis:Good I shall direct you to your eat.

(Xie is directed to his seat at a large round table)

Fernis: Good the meeting shall start soon be patient.
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The following day Skirvar departed with Javali to Fenris Isle. As he expected they traveled though magical means. He hoped that the meeting would go well and that it could stop a greater war.

Later on Fenris Isle...
After he greeted Javali and the other human leader Duke Fenris turned to Skirvar.
Duke Fenris: "This is a conference for human leaders, I don't remember your kind being invited."
Skirvar: "Greeting Lord Fenris. I know that this is a meeting of human, but according to the Dwarf-Human pact between Ironforge and the human nations of Gilneas, Alterac and Strom we have the right to attend to each political meeting of these three kingdoms. And..."
Duke Fenris harshly interrupts Skirvar: "That was decades ago, and not only these three nations gather here!"
Skirvar: "Please don't interrupt me. I also wanted to mention the trade pact between the late Lord Wrynn and the dwarvish Highthane, which promises our representative lodging, food and the right of negotiations on stormwind's ground. Im sure that lord Wrynn wouldn't be pleased to hear that the trading has to stop because of your incompetence..."
Skirvar grins.
Fenris mumbles angry.
Duke Fenris: "So be it, please follow me to your room, dwarf. The meeting will begin soon..."
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OOC: Ahem. Time for me to get back to work.
I will be rushing along events in the so-called-present, to make way to continue the Fenris Isle scene. You will see.
Things that would have been decided anyway I will summarise now, rather than stretch along. It's time we got to the good stuff. The big war is coming. Fenris is the future. Minor rebellions are the past.

Lordaeron

Marshal Sherman and lieutenant Pureblood rendezvouzed with their legions just west of the city of Tyr's Hand. It had been a ride with all haste behind it, for Sherman knew that there was no time to waste if the last army of the Maroon Cult was to be stopped.

The legions of Lordaeron were already in formation when Sherman sped from the cobble highway into the midst of his men. His subordinate officers had prepared for his coming, so that they could launch their attack immediately.
"Pureblood. To me." Sherman called, as final preparations were being made. The young Witch Hunter galloped to his master's side.
"Milord?"
Sherman's expression was as bold as ever. He would have to put a measure of trust in this young man if his plan was to work accordingly.
"Pureblood, I have been informed that Tyr's Hand was breached an hour ago. The Maroon Cult is on the verge of achieving victory."

Pureblood paled at these words.
"What would you have me do?"
Sherman nodded, pleased at his lieutenant's eagerness to follow orders.
"Push through the Maroon army, straight through the city. I need you to reach the town hall. You must regroup the city guard and wedge the Maroons between two legions. Go now. Take the vanguard, and don't stop ploughing a wedge through the enemy. Saving Tyr's Hand is our priority."

With a salute, the lieutenant made off and led the iron-clad shield and sword that was the Lordaeron vanguard. Sherman watched him go, a soldier who had served him well since Stratholme, through Corin's Crossing and now to the final battle to retake Strattania. King Alford would be proud of his men.

Sherman donned his helmet and led his men in a slow advance towards the city gates. They would move in after Pureblood and retake the walls. The tension was high. In the distance, the city stretched out, fires beginning to rage from behind its walls. The gates had been smashed open, as if with horrific force. Pureblood and the vanguard met little resistance at the gates, and vanished into the streets.

The battle for Tyr's Hand was to be known as one of the bloodiest of the Maroon insurrection. Sherman held the line at the city gates, but no word returned of Pureblood's endeavour. It became gradually clear that the young lieutenant may not have successfully completed his task. With this knowledge in hand, Sherman threw his tactic to the wind, and commanded a full assault through the city. If the Maroon Cult could not be wedged, then it would simply have to be rooted out.

Sherman fought ferociously, the memory of his victory at Stratholme spurring him on, until finally his soldiers broke into the central square. There, much to Sherman's surprise, was a large barricade, cutting the entire area in half. A last pathetic defense was being conducted by a row of soldiers bearing the colours of the Tyr's Hand city watch.

Though they were rescued in time, their numbers were pitifully few. Their captain fell before Sherman, bleeding and exhausted. Sherman hoisted him to his feet.
"What happened to the men I sent inside?" Sherman barked, his eyes wild. "If they are still alive, we must find them!"
The captain coughed, but steadied himself.
"A man calling himself Lieutenant Pureblood rallied us, liege. He broke rank to chase down what he said was the enemy leadership, fleeing the city."

Sherman suddenly realised why his vanguard was nowhere in sight. It was not even within the city walls anymore.
"Escaping? The Maroon leadership is escaping?" Sherman yelled.
"Aye, lord. That's what the lieutenant said. Said he had to stop them, or the rebellion would never die... they left by the east gate into the Avalon countryside."

Soon, the city was secure. Wasting no time, Sherman mounted his next offensive, leading his fastest soldiers on horseback through the eastern gate, and up into the countryside of Avalon. They followed a clear trail of corpses, both Maroon and imperial. Sherman found that the trail led away from Avalon, and turned south instead, towards the mountains.
Finally, Sherman found what he was looking for. The last remnants of his vanguard lay scattered across a battlefield at the foot of the hills.
"Search for survivors." Sherman commanded. "Damn you, Pureblood, for your recklessness."

Sherman found Pureblood himself, a disfigured form heaped across the body of a gnoll. Much to Sherman's surprise, Pureblood was alive. Getting on his knees, Sherman lifted the man into his arms.
"Pureblood?"
The young man's blood cacked eyes flickered open.
"Marshal... I am sorry..."
"You took liberty in your orders, son. This would not have happened if not for your-"

Then Sherman realised he was talking to a corpse. Pureblood had died in his arms. For a moment, Sherman wished that his last words to the man had been kinder. Then he lay Pureblood to rest and drew his sword. He called one of his officers to his side.
"Take Pureblood's sword. It is yours now, lieutenant."
The humbled man did as he was asked.
Sherman continued.
"Ride to Lordaeron City. Report to King Alford Menethil that the rebellion in Strattania has been crushed. The army will do what it can to help the populace, and I will not be far behind. I will pass through Andorhal, and take it if it has fallen to the People's Front."

As Sherman prepared to depart the grizzly scene, he spared one look into the southern mountains.

Andol was still out there. The Maroon Cult may have been defeated, but somewhere, hearts was still beating that threatened the kingdom.

Sherman realised that he had two choices. One; to return to the kingdom and rejoin his master's side. Or option two; to pursue Andol. To seek revenge for Pureblood, for Strattania. To dismantle the Maroon Cult before it could escape into the Hinterlands.

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Several weeks later, in the royal court of Lordaeron, an armed retinue arrived in the palace. They bore a series of letters, reports, and one captive. A captive whom King Alford recognized. She was brought before him in chains, and forced to her knees. Reportedly, she had been captured near Corin's Crossing. Pretending to ignore her, Alford read through the letters, buying himself time to think.

He read the report by Adaen Melrache, on how he had stopped Canbrad and saved Andorhal. Alford flicked through the summary of the battle of Stratholme once more, before reading of the slaughter at Tyr's Hand. Casualties had been expected, and all in all, it was safe to say that Sherman had done an outstanding job.

Focusing his attention back on the woman in chains, Alford realised that he had a decision to make.

He could not be certain, but this golden haired and angry cultist looked like none other than Tileot's mother; the noble he had charmed in his youth. How she had ended up in the service of Brux was a mystery. Either way, he would have to be careful how to handle her. She clearly had not divulged her secret yet. How Alford handled the situation would decide a lot. He could execute her, keep his secret safe. Either way, none could know the truth. For some reason, she had not yet spoken it.

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Faldren attempted his usual hollow smile, but did not succeed to pull it off very convincingly, as always. He was left with his thugs staring down both Caxagord and Van Dam.
"Why would I hurt little Caxagord?" Faldren said, throwing his hands into the air. "If I wanted Caxagord dead, I'd have cut his throat the minute we saw him!"

Van Dam cleared his throat.
"That is what you were going to do, before I stopped you."

Angrily, Faldren rolled his eyes.
"It's not often my crew is attacked by a crazy person in rags! Now listen, here, assassin-thief. I love Caxagord. Why, that man was kind enough to deprive me of part of my inheritance and take up residence in my family mansion! Did I ever mention that? Or that, as one of the Chancellors, he's really one of the people who grounds Alterac into the dust to fund his lifestyle?"

Caxagord's maddened eyes spun wildly, and he groaned in fear, clutching at Van Dam's leg in fear.
"Lies, all lies!"
Faldren shrugged.
"Really, Caxagord. You're going to have to do better than that. But I'm no fool. You're more useful to us alive than dead! Now, I can guess rather well how you ended up here. Did Drace finally get tired of you?"
This seemed to send a ripple of maniacal laughter through Caxagord; or perhaps it was desperate laughter.
"Drace? Are you stupid, Darafel? How far behind on the times are you?"

Clearly offended, Faldren threw a scowl at Caxagord.
"I sail my ship and I plunder villages. Forgive me for not caring about court politics."
Caxagord slammed his fist into the soil, squirming like a worm.
"Drace is in the dungeons! Gabranth replaced her! And damnit, Admiral! Bergan is back!"
This made Faldren's complexion pale somewhat.

Van Dam paid close attention to the exchange. Whatever was happening, he could twist it to Ravenholdt's benefit. To say the least, it seemed that Hellen had some rather troublesome family members and friends back home.

Caxagord continued, rising to his feet. He pointed a fist on the scar at his chest.
"Yes! You heard me right! Bergan! Bergan; the very same Chancellor that was disposed of a generation ago. The most corrupt, malign politician to set foot in our homeland! He took the reins from me. He's at Xie's side, Faldren! The kingdom is in peril!"

Faldren Darafel shrugged.
"What do I care about which Chancellor is in charge? I thought Xie killed most of you in a fit of rage years ago."
Caxagord barked a laugh.
"Yes, I manipulated him into getting rid of Bergan and his cronies. Can you remember what life was like under Bergan?"

Even this seemed to hit something inside Faldren.
"Yes. I recall. Well, Caxagord. I won't help you. But I won't kill you, either. I think we're done here."

Van Dam reached out a hand to halt Faldren.
"Wait. He might be useful to us."

Faldren shrugged.
"Get him onboard then. But keep him away from me, and if he burns down the ship, you're going to have to pay for it."

By the next day, Caxagord had already convinced Faldren of his intent. They both agreed that Drace was far too attractive to be allowed to die, and for that matter, Bergan was far too evil to be allowed to reign behind the scenes. Something had to be done.

Inevitably, they approached Van Dam.
"What do you say, thief-knife-assassin-man?" Faldren asked with a gleaming smile. "Scratch Caxagord's back, so that he scratches mine, so I scratch yours, and then you scratch mine?"

Caxagord had cleaned himself up, and was wearing new clothes. He was far more rational now than the previous day.
"Let me make myself clear, assassin." he said. "While I don't know about Gabranth, I can assure you that if Bergan is allowed to manipulate the kingdom, it is against your best interests. If you need to finish off the Admiral of Kul Tiras, it is none of my business. But we will need to act, and act soon. I don't know how we can remove Bergan. I don't. Perhaps through infiltration of Alterac itself, or perhaps by direct assault. But if you help us, then you can help us conduct some kind of plan. I was Court Wizard. Any ideas you get, I'll probably be able to help carry them out for us all. If you want to know what's in it for you, then you have only to ask for your heart's desire. State your terms. But right now, I need allies."

---

Hellen and her Nightstalkers found their path blocked by a magical field. The archmage they were dealing with must have some ferocious skill at sorcery, Hellen thought. Her mind calculated, and she looked around for other options. The guards were drawing near. She saw the window, and then hesitated no longer. She smashed through it, leaping down into the courtyard below. A haycart raced towards her vision.

Yet, she was unlucky enough to miss it and hit the hard flagstones. Fortunately, she had not been very high up. Her comrades copied her example, but landed in the haycart.
"Terribly convenient, how those end up under windows." she mumbled to herself, dashing to her feet. A shame it had not saved her a few bruises anyway.

The Nightstalkers were soon away, regrouping under a bridge in town. Hellen realised that she had been reckless to practically parade through the town hall, but nonetheless, her mission had come closer to being accomplished. It had been a wild guess what the magi of Dalaran were going to do with the mayor, but a guess that had been proven right. Somewhere in Dalaran, Juntridge's corpse had just spoiled someone's day.

"What do we do now?" Robere de Changee asked, panting to recover from the sprinting. His crimson locks curled around his pretty face. Hellen regained her composture and stared him in the eye.
"We finish what we started."

They evaded the guards till morning, and managed to search the town disguised until they came across a grim realisation. One of the stablehands informed them that the 'gentlemen' from Alterac had hastily departed back towards his home. Of course, nobody in town had realised that their mayor's corpse had been kidnapped yet. Or that their mayor was even dead, for that matter.

Hellen realised she was at a crossroads. Robere and her men looked to her for guidance.
"Well, it seems like we have two choices, my friends." she said grimly. "We remain in town, wrap up affairs here and head home, or we pursue the agents of Alterac and finish what we started."

Robere cleared this throat.
"The choice is yours, mistress."
"I know." Hellen replied grimly.

---

Amani

The voice of Mueh'zala only intensified.
"I knew this, troll. And yet, it has no true meaning to such as I."

Jin'thek tried to make sense of what this strange deity was saying, and continued to listen intently.

"Mine is a timeless world. Though the spirits of my fallen children have greeted me joyously, I know very well that in a memory of the past they breathe still. It may make little sense to one such as you, but when time is but a road that can be traversed in both directions, then you would see it clearer. Just as the dragons of bronze hue swim through time, so too do souls maintain a connection to the world. That which is Astral is never fully disconnected."

Jin'thek dared interrupt the god.
"But tell me, oh mighty Mueh'zala. What of Shadra?"

The tone of Mueh'zala darkened.
"She sleeps. She hunts. She sees and she loathes. I can say no more. Leave me now, to my solace."

Mueh'zala began to recede, but one final whisper reached Jin'thek.
"You, traveller of the mind, may return to me when you feel the need. Remember me."

Seeking to continue his quest, a determined Jin'thek continued to step through space and time. Only then was he greeted by yet another voice, one which was serpentine and lustrous.

"What do you seek in the domain of the gods?" it hissed.
"I seek Shadra, the spider goddess." Jin'thek replied defiantly.
"Speak instead to me, delicious precious." the voice spoke.
Jin'thek braced himself, and sought to widen his eyes to this creature. In his mind it was as a crimson serpent, bearing wings and claws.
"What do you want from me?" Jin'thek asked.
"I know you, tasty troll. Your lifeblood sings to me." the creature spoke. "I who am the Blood God."

A warning flared inside Jin'thek, but he dared speak on.
"You have not answered me."
The Blood God smiled, it's mouth spreading to reveal yellow fangs.
"Do you wish to know why you can so easily converse with us gods? It is because you carry a mighty sword... a sword that we gave to your kind a long time ago."

Jin'thek remembered Jin'rokh, the sacred blade.
"Why do you tell me this, Blood God?"
"Because I wish to make a pact." it answered. "A pact to strengthen you and your people. I can give you the key to eternal victory..."

Not easily tempted, Jin'thek shied away, feeling for Jin'rokh to protect him. The Blood God laughed.
"My blood is in that sword, troll. You cannot use it against me. Now I will tell you this - I can give you Zin'rokh, the twin of your sword. Would that please you?"

Jin'rokh knew of Zin'rokh. Thousands of years ago, both blades had been used as the chosen weapons of trollkind, gifts of the Loa to stop their enemies. With both swords, Zul'Aman would be unstoppable.

The Blood God's smile intensified.
"Yes, Zin'rokh. Does it tempt you? The key to your ultimate success. Come closer. Let me smell your blood. Let me taste it."

Jin'thek shied further away. The Blood God roared.
"Do not run. I ask only this. Return worship of me. Respect me. I will send you a message. You will get Zin'rokh. I only ask this of you."

---

Dalaran

Javali and his esteemed guest, Magus Rimtori, lounged in one of the open courtyards of Dalaran, their feet propped up on tables. All around them were delegates and representatives of the towns of Hesperia, including Andriano and Tarren Mill. They were having a pleasant conversation, and all seemed to be going as well as it could. The pesky Tirasian Admiral was left to his own business in the countryside, hunting at his leisure, while the annoying dwarf was busy at the city's inns.

"And that's when Kariel Winthalus fell off of a bridge in front of the Convocation!" Rimtori said. Javali forced a laugh, but then realised that Rimtori was not making a joke. "He was very badly hurt."

Suddenly, an explosion of light blinded the group. A few of the women screamed, and a few of the men as well. They all rose to face the centre of the courtyard. Two Hareveim stood there, both clutching a ragged clump between them.

Javali raised his hands for silence.
"Please, calm yourselves. This is nothing out of the ordinary." He would have to speak to Zinizar about orderly conduct later. "What have we here?"

Then he realised it was the body of Juntridge, the mayor of Tarren Mill.

"By the gods!" the emissary from Tarren Mill cried out. "Father!"
A wave of shock rippled through the crowd, and muttering and crying ensued. An outraged representative from Nevezia curled his fists.
"I knew it! I knew it! You're a no good scoundrel, Javali! When Count Dorian hears of this murder-"

Javali clapped his hands for silence. Suddenly, the emissaries could no longer talk. Their mouths were shut with a spell of silence.
Rimtori rose to her feet, gently, and procceeded to examine the body.
"My, this is quite a mess you've fallen into." she muttered.

"Nothing I can't handle." Javali said with a sigh. "Though now word will spread. It will be hard to explain this away - speaking of which. I want to know what happened."

One of the Hareveim inclined her head.
"Archmage Franek Snowburn ordered that Mayor Juntridge be teleported to Dalaran for interrogation. He was suspected of being in contact with Alterac."

"Oh, Franek." Javali muttered. "Well, why is he dead?"

"Assassins and bad timing, milord." one of the Hareveim explained hesitantly.

Rimtori folded her arms under her chest.
"Yes, word will spread. May I make a suggestion?"
"What is it, dear?" Javali asked.
"Kill the witnesses." she said, turning to the stunned emissaries. They began to cower and cry even more furiously. "Nobody will ever know."

Javali waved her suggestion away.
"How barbaric. Though it would save me a lot of political tension." he considered.

Juntridge's son was at his father's body, cradling it.

Rimtori sighed.
"Don't let morality get in the way of administration. I've had to kill countless nobles back home in Quel'Thalas to ensure that we Benefactors maintain our secrecy."

Javali had quite a problem on his hands.

---

Miles away, the reinforcements under Count Dorian were just arriving. General Marius had greeted the Count with the highest honours, and the trumpets had sounded his arrival without any leniency. The militia that had arrived were not as well armed as the soldiers of Dalaran, but they would be useful nonetheless. This put the army back to numbers that mirrored the original count at the beginning of the battle. The Kirin Mora in Ambermill were likely cowering behind their walls.

A scout arrived with news, and General Marius received him in his tent.
"General!" the scout said with a salute.
"Speak." Marius commanded.
"Word has arrived that the Perinany Legion is camped within a few miles of Ambermill. We are uncertain as to whom they serve."

This was certainly a problem. If Mattheus Perinany and his veterans were taking a side in this war, it had to be the right one.

Marius knew that the struggle would have to be decided quickly. He could strike at Ambermill now, to try and take it. If he could capture the city, he could use it against a possible Perinany incursion. If he hesitated, the town could receive reinforcements. On the other hand, Marius had the option of consulting the Legion. If he could convince them to side with Dalaran, or even to just ignore this struggle at Ambermill, victory was certain.

On the other hand, Mattheus was a hard-headed general. Marius knew as much. Negotiations were certain to fail, though buying time was still possible. Either way, a failed attack on Ambermill would mean that a Perinany Legion assault at the wrong time would crush the battalions of Dalaran between two enemies.

If an attack on Ambermill failed and the Perinany struck, Marius would be finished.

Perhpas there were other options not yet considered. Marius pondered.
"Send me Archmage Augusta. She can help me deliberate."

---

General Leo stood in his camp, overseeing the daily drills of the Eastern Legion, when a messenger arrived on horseback in camp.
"You have something to report?" Leo asked, waving away one of his captains.

The messenger was sweating and had clearly ridden hard.
"Milord, an army from Stromgarde has just passed into Hesperia! They show no signs of aggression thus far, but we are not yet sure of their intentions."

Leo remembered his encounter with King Eralas Trollbane a week or so prior. The king had been on his way to Fenris Isle. Whatever this army was up to, Leo could not guess.

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Hellen von Xie’s contingent of Nightslayers had penetrated Tarren Mill deeply. The mayor had been silenced, but at the price of exposure. Hareveim were no doubt searching the city, and the soldiers of the Eastern Legion still surrounded the town. The agents of Alterac that possessed the knowledge that Ravenholdt sought to suppress had somehow evaded the Hareveim and were fleeing north, towards their homeland.

Hellen von Xie: If the treacherous cowards reach Alterac, then we’re good. Hesperia won’t learn of our involvement through interrogation, and with the well problem nearly remedied, with luck the Eastern Legion will be directed to a more serious hotspot far away from Ravenholdt. Here’s the problem… if those agents of Alterac should be intercepted, they could spill their guts.

Robere de Changee: Do we take the risk?

Hellen von Xie: We’ll give pursuit, but only to the border. Then we’ll head home. If Travot has been doing his job, Southern Alterac is probably the last place those fools want to be running towards right now…
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Some time earlier…

Travot Ravenholdt stood regally on the snowy terrain. On his arm was the beautiful and busty Lolita Scipio, daughter of the Count of Adriano. Surrounding him were a contingent of Ravenholdt’s most elite rogues, acting as personal bodyguards. From where they stood, they were afforded a lovely view of Southern Alterac.

Travot Ravenholdt: Scenic, isn‘t it? Stick with me sweetheart, and I promise it will all be yours.

Lolita Scipio: Yeah…that seems beyond even your reach, honey-buns. You’ve shown me the wonders of your nation, and I love them all, but how could you ever really deliver on that promise?

Travot Ravenholdt: The latest wonder, babe. And trust, me… it’s the most wonderful of all. “Project: Ramrod” begins operation here with us, and no, I’m not just getting kinky. You don’t really think Ravenholdt proper is the only such community we operate, do you?

Lolita Scipio: Umm… yeah, actually I did.

Travot Ravenholdt: Think again. We’ve got multiple secret facilities, scattered across the continent. We’ve got one near Stormwind, we’ve got one in the Wetlands, we’ve got one in Strangelthorn Vale. Hell, we had one in Quel’thalas before that idiot Myrokos bungled it and came running back home. Point is, what Ravenholdt always lacked was a traditional military. Project: Ramrod has been remedying that. Our little clandestine organization has been recruiting noble and courageous soldiers from around the globe, regardless of race or ethnicity, who have had enough of the oppressive regimes that serve only the wealthy or religious elite. They are fed up and ready to do something about it!

Of course, not all the recruits are entirely “noble.” Filling the ranks of a secret militia necessitates some degree of flexibility in troop selection. In addition to disillusioned youth and disgruntled, overtaxed peasants, Ramrod also opened its doors to banditos, brigands, pirates, outcasts, mutants, carnies, and deadbeat dads. Travot personally preferred having men under his command that were willing to get their hands dirty, but Lolita didn’t need to know that.

Travot Ravenholdt: Some of them have some rough edges… but we’ve got the best combat and archery trainers in the world at our disposal. A whole-sale bargain with the reclusive Mithril Order has secured us all the weapons and plate armor we need. We’ve also got an ex-Dalaran mage training conjurors to provide magical support, and we’ve even wrangled up a former Bishop of the Church of the Holy Light that’s been training clerics to provide healing!

Lolita Scipio: Whoa! I had no idea! And you’re going to use this army to invade Alterac?

Travot Ravenholdt: No. That’s the beauty of it. The people are going to welcome our forces with open arms. What do you think we’re doing here out here in the snow? Ahh, but stand back with the guards now, muffin. Our guests are about to arrive…

He didn’t have to tell her twice, because encroaching upon their position were several very large, very scary looking trolls. They were not the green trolls which she’d known, but they were an icy blue color. All except one… who was orange, and enormous. He dwarfed the others in both size and ferocity. The rogues stood ready for anything.

Travot Ravenholdt: Hail and welcome, most majestic Korrak the Bloodrager, Korrak the Ever-living, Chieftain of the mighty Winterax and he who is foretold by prophecy to rule Alterac Valley for no less than a thousand years!

Korrak: Human pig, you know too much of me!! But I know you too, the ghosts in the mountain. I see now that was just a name my people gave you, but for being foolish enough to seek an audience with me I shall grant you the honor of turning you into real ghosts!

The fearsome Goliath bellowed. Travot thought he detected a hint of Lordaeron Nobleman on his breath, and really regretted that he couldn’t offer the beast a mint. The Winterax were belligerently aggressive, and defended their territory with savagery.

Travot Ravenholdt: Hold your attack! I come only to offer a gift to your immaculacy! I know the nation of Alterac has long been an enemy of your tribe and have dared to threaten your sovereign borders. The Amani have offered you no assistance, but we do! I hold in my hand comprehensive reports that detail the defensive vulnerabilities of Southern Alterac. Where they are weakest, where the most heavy casualties can be inflicted with the least amount of loses. I offer them to you.

Korrak: Fool! You’ll get nothing in return from us! We’ll simply kill you now and take the plans! And then eat you.

Travot Ravenholdt: I ask nothing in return, mighty one! Only that you reign hell upon our mutual enemy. As for killing us, well… you could try. But we’ll be leaving and not returning to the Valley ever again.

Travot gestured to the several armed rogues around him, while dozens more appeared from the shadows. A concerned look crossed Korrak’s face, as he realized he was now significantly outnumbered.

Korrak: Bah!!

Korrak grabbed the plan, and then hastily made an exit. His trolls followed.

Fantastic. This would be the first test of Project: Ramrod. From the beginning, Travot’s goal was to cause havoc in unstable nations. Encourage third party forces to attack, incite political upheaval, assassinate archdukes, the works. The more chaos that was sewn, the less effective the actual government looked. The Ramrod army would then advance and quell the disturbances. Aided by spies and infiltrators strategically placed throughout the nation’s government, the Ramrod forces will be embraced as heroes and become the power in the land. The normal armed forces are then absorbed, and Ravenholdt has effectively expanded its territory. Rinse and repeat.

It was all so perfect, his most insidious master-plan yet. The best part was that he managed it with the consent of Van Dam, who was under the impression it was merely a legitimate army-building effort and the recruits were thoroughly screened for worthiness. Travot smiled as he watched the trolls disappear in the distance, hopefully to rally their tribe.
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Van Dam contemplated Caxagord’s offer. The Admiral and the Court wizard wanted an alliance against Bergan of Alterac, they had no plan, and they were prepared to offer Van Dam anything for assistance. That was too good to pass up.

Warester Van Dam: I can provide you with plans and forces that you wouldn’t believe as an ally. Mark my words, you’ll have Alterac back… but I want it too. We take back the nation, we share leadership. I bring my people in, and position them as I see fit. I know this is heavy, so I’ll give you time to think about it. The leadership of Kul’Tiras still needs to be removed, and the conference draws near. I’d like you to be ready to assist in my escape. While I’m taking care of business, you mull it over. When I return, we’ll immediately head to Alterac, after a brief pit-stop at my home base. Sound good?
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(at fernis isle)

Fernis: We've received a messenger. He wants to talk to you.

Xie: Send him in.

(messenger arrives)

Messenger: Greetings I am a representive of Stromgarde. Your general has requested an allience with us.

Xie: Hmm..........

Xie: What will this allience be?

Messenger: A military allience. We will offer you protection and support in excange for yours.

Xie: Fine I accept.

Messenger: I'll speak to my lord.
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Javali and his esteemed guest, Magus Rimtori, lounged in one of the open courtyards of Dalaran, their feet propped up on tables. All around them were delegates and representatives of the towns of Hesperia, including Andriano and Tarren Mill. They were having a pleasant conversation, and all seemed to be going as well as it could. The pesky Tirasian Admiral was left to his own business in the countryside, hunting at his leisure, while the annoying dwarf was busy at the city's inns.

"And that's when Kariel Winthalus fell off of a bridge in front of the Convocation!" Rimtori said. Javali forced a laugh, but then realised that Rimtori was not making a joke. "He was very badly hurt."

Suddenly, an explosion of light blinded the group. A few of the women screamed, and a few of the men as well. They all rose to face the centre of the courtyard. Two Hareveim stood there, both clutching a ragged clump between them.

Javali raised his hands for silence.
"Please, calm yourselves. This is nothing out of the ordinary." He would have to speak to Zinizar about orderly conduct later. "What have we here?"

Then he realised it was the body of Juntridge, the mayor of Tarren Mill.

"By the gods!" the emissary from Tarren Mill cried out. "Father!"
A wave of shock rippled through the crowd, and muttering and crying ensued. An outraged representative from Nevezia curled his fists.
"I knew it! I knew it! You're a no good scoundrel, Javali! When Count Dorian hears of this murder-"

Javali clapped his hands for silence. Suddenly, the emissaries could no longer talk. Their mouths were shut with a spell of silence.
Rimtori rose to her feet, gently, and procceeded to examine the body.
"My, this is quite a mess you've fallen into." she muttered.

"Nothing I can't handle." Javali said with a sigh. "Though now word will spread. It will be hard to explain this away - speaking of which. I want to know what happened."

One of the Hareveim inclined her head.
"Archmage Franek Snowburn ordered that Mayor Juntridge be teleported to Dalaran for interrogation. He was suspected of being in contact with Alterac."

"Oh, Franek." Javali muttered. "Well, why is he dead?"

"Assassins and bad timing, milord." one of the Hareveim explained hesitantly.

Rimtori folded her arms under her chest.
"Yes, word will spread. May I make a suggestion?"
"What is it, dear?" Javali asked.
"Kill the witnesses." she said, turning to the stunned emissaries. They began to cower and cry even more furiously. "Nobody will ever know."

Javali waved her suggestion away.
"How barbaric. Though it would save me a lot of political tension." he considered.

Juntridge's son was at his father's body, cradling it.

Rimtori sighed.
"Don't let morality get in the way of administration. I've had to kill countless nobles back home in Quel'Thalas to ensure that we Benefactors maintain our secrecy."

Javali had quite a problem on his hands.
OOC: If anyone else than Rimtori was close enough to hear that phrase I underlined, I'd ask for it to be retconned off. It doesn't fit Javali's character.

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Miles away, the reinforcements under Count Dorian were just arriving. General Marius had greeted the Count with the highest honours, and the trumpets had sounded his arrival without any leniency. The militia that had arrived were not as well armed as the soldiers of Dalaran, but they would be useful nonetheless. This put the army back to numbers that mirrored the original count at the beginning of the battle. The Kirin Mora in Ambermill were likely cowering behind their walls.

A scout arrived with news, and General Marius received him in his tent.
"General!" the scout said with a salute.
"Speak." Marius commanded.
"Word has arrived that the Perinany Legion is camped within a few miles of Ambermill. We are uncertain as to whom they serve."

This was certainly a problem. If Mattheus Perinany and his veterans were taking a side in this war, it had to be the right one.

Marius knew that the struggle would have to be decided quickly. He could strike at Ambermill now, to try and take it. If he could capture the city, he could use it against a possible Perinany incursion. If he hesitated, the town could receive reinforcements. On the other hand, Marius had the option of consulting the Legion. If he could convince them to side with Dalaran, or even to just ignore this struggle at Ambermill, victory was certain.

On the other hand, Mattheus was a hard-headed general. Marius knew as much. Negotiations were certain to fail, though buying time was still possible. Either way, a failed attack on Ambermill would mean that a Perinany Legion assault at the wrong time would crush the battalions of Dalaran between two enemies.

If an attack on Ambermill failed and the Perinany struck, Marius would be finished.

Perhpas there were other options not yet considered. Marius pondered.
"Send me Archmage Augusta. She can help me deliberate."
Fifteen minutes later Marius, Augusta and Count Dorian were alone the general's tent, gathered around a map of the region with small objects laid atop it to signify troop positions. The nobleman was drinking from a goblet of wine, thirsty after his long ride.

Dorian pointed at the line signifying the coast behind their backs and said: "What if we sent men back to buy ships and ferried a few hundred of our best soldiers behind the lines. They could create enough disturbance to turn the tide."

Marius shook his head. "There's no way they wouldn't see a dozen ships landing somewhere near them, and turning the ships invisible would require too much effort from our wizards." He turned his head up, drawing his finger along with his gaze. "I think it'd be better to send your entire army to cross the highlands. If half of us attack them from the north and half from the east, there's no way their meagre forces can stand a chance."

Archmage Augusta didn't seem impressed. "What about the Perinany Legion? I don't want to offend the noble Count, but his forces don't stand a chance against the very elite humankind has to offer, especially when also fighting against the Kirin Mora rebels." Judging by the noble's look, he didn't seem to mind.

Marius tried to stare a hole through the fist-sized black rock which served as the symbol of the legion. "This is beside the point, but I've fought alongside To Khenan once."

"To Khenan?" Asked Dorian, looking confused.

"It means 'the Legion' in Oldspeak. The Alteracians call the Perinany with that name." The Archmage explained without shifting her gaze from Marius.

"There was a tribe of gnolls descending from Northeron. We could have dealt with them on our own..." Marius began, but then shut up and pointed at the highlands of the map. "Take your army to the western end of the mountains, some distance north from the site of our last battle. When a new fight starts, draw the enemy to your lines. Force them into an uphill fight. If they won't come, just stay there and look menacing."

Count Dorian was about to interrupt, but Marius continued insistently: "This will force the Kirin Mora army to keep vacant troops near you for no other reason than to make sure you don't come down and flank their army the moment they turn their backs. Splits their forces with fewer losses. When we manage to break their lines and they rush toward Ambermill, seeking a sanctuary, your army can advance. At that point, the situation will be too chaotic to predict, so I'm sure your judgement will be better than any forethought plan."

The leader of Nevazia simply pointed at his finger at the black stone. "And what of this?" What he left unsaid was the obvious detest he had for being ordered around even though he was technically the highest-ranking person in the tent. Marius' father had said Hesperians were the masters of acting prim and proper despite their own feelings.

The general took a calm breath. "If To Khenan proves hostile, retreat to the mountains. They likely won't try to go into an uphill battle. I think the chance of them attacking us is distant at worst, but if they do we will obviously be needing more men. Maybe we can keep them at bay until leaders in the east can send a few more legions." He then turned to Augusta. "If you haven't sent Grand Archmage Javali the news of To Khenan's presence yet, do it now."

Count Dorian left the tent without a word, though seeming more focused than enraged, and Augusta did a slight bow before leaving to get her communication stone. General Marius rubbed his temples with his fingers. He wasn't sure whether the general of 'To Khenan' had changed since he'd last seen them, but it didn't really matter. He still wasn't sure whether it had been the general who had saved his life in that battle. It could just as well have been any heavy cavalryman...

He wished he had that assassin's body back so he could kick it some more.
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