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Eventually Davon returned followed closely by the young man known as Ryhalt, arriving in he simply waved at Velorius before dropping into a seat opposite Esme.
"So Boss I hear you've finaly decided to put my skills to use?"
Esme quirked an eybrow at him, she often found him annoying, like Davon he always seemed far too confident, but where Davon had the quiet self confidence of knowing exactly how good he was, Ryhalt's confidence was more the brash bravado of youth. But besides that it was his lack of respect for her Lord Zagore that really annoyed her, even Davon always spoke with a respectful tone, Ryhalt though spoke as if they were all equals despite teh fact that he was the youngest and least skilled of those present. Velorius however never seemed to take note of it, either not noticing or simply decideing not to make an issue of it. Esme though, didn't intend to let such blatant disrespect go unchallenged.
"You should show more respect boy, you should address our Master as Lord Zagore not Boss!"
"Really but what exactly is he the lord of? These caves? That pack of half-witted Orcs? Or ma..."
Ryhalt suddenly found himself pined up on the ceiling, Davon walked over untill he was standing directly below him and looked up with a scowl.
"For the most part we ignore your attitude as mere childish outburst's, but on this ocasion I agree with Esme, you will show our Master the proper respect, for without him where would you be now?"
Ryhalt struggled against the power that held him and eventually gave in and with a sigh apologised for his disrespect, the force holding him suddenly released him and he barely managed to use his own powers to save himself from the fall.
"Enough of all this, since you all can't get along together I'm sending you away Ryhalt, to command the forces that will assault Arrius. The bulk of our forces are now at your command, go immediately and prepare to attack that acursed city. Try and remember what you've learned here and above all else avoid direct combat with Leon, Nexol, Raejib and Ixahrejem. I have other plans for them and I doubt you could handle them anyway, just oversee the attack and keep the Orcs in line. Well what are you waiting for go..."
Ryhalt smilled broadly and even bowed before he summoned a portal to his side and vanished into it.
"I still think he is far to young to go on this alone my Lord. Surely I or Davon would be better suited?"
"Except we are being toyed with, Davon has seen another power rising and I get the unpleseant feeling it may be trying to take advantage of the situation we've created. Unfortunately it's cloaked in shadow too deep for even Davon to see through, which suggests it is the Anarchy to balance Leon's Order. I had hoped to avoid exactly this situation but we may have triggered it instead, I intend to continue with my plans and watch for any unusual developments, but I think it is time you two started laying the ground work for Plan D."

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As soon as he arrived at the Orc camp Ryhalt began issuing orders to break camp and begin the march South towards out of the Motosuwa Mountains and the on towards the soon to be doomed city of Arrius.

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Meanwhile rumours spring up of a traveling Prophet performing amazing miracles as he spreads the teachings of his new gods, bringing hope and purpose to the people he preaches to.
Most recently is the story of how a battalion of Orcs were on the verge of sacking a small village but were stopped by the appearance of the Prophet. The town had been left defenceless after it's men were called to the defence of Arrius, the few people left to try and fight off the approaching Orcs were awaiting death when the Prophet appeared on the road to the village before the advancing Orc's. He commanded the Orcs in the name of his Gods to leave the town unharmed and such was the power of his possessed by the names of the Gods that the Orcs were compelled to obey and circled round the villagege, leaving it unharmed.
And so did word spread of the powerful Prophet of the Four Gods.


((I really like my new little plot line although it will be kind of long term before anything becomes clear. twisted ))

((Plan B may have hit a minor hitch....))

Ryhalt strode to the top of the hill, acompanying him were a handful of Shadows and the bunch of chieftains that passed for the Orc hierarchy. As he crested the hill he could see the city of Arrius in the distance, waving his hand before his eyes he caused the air to condense and shape into an effect lense to magnify the distant details.
"Oh..... Looks like they've scurried into the city and here I was hoping they would at least put up a token resistence, seige's are so dull and can take forever. Still nothing we can do about it now..."
As he looked over the visible defences he noticed the large cannons mounted along the walls, while there had been no previous signs of such defences he wasn't surprising that they chosen to mount a proactive defence. He sighed and looked towards the sun deciding that it was too late in the day to launch the attack, it would still be hours before most of his forces were in position. Ryhalt repeated that thought several times he still loved the idea of this being his command and of these being his forces. Ryhalt had split the army by 4:4:2 with the larger fractions heading West and South, while the smaller force made mostly of Shadows made it's way to his position North East of teh city overlooking the temple district. The Western Force would soon be in a position NW of the city and would attack the Beastblood Quarter of the city, the Southern Force though would still need several hours to cross the Shoren and arrive at a position south of the city, cutting it off from reinforcements and in a position to assail the main Southern Gate.
They'd be there by now if it wasn't for those blasted salamanders slowing everything up, still I'll need those to penetrate the defences.... Assuming of course they have a superior range to those toys on the walls. . . . Ryhalt turned and looked towards the sun as it slowly progressed towards the horizon and decided he might have time for a quick skirmish before dark. Not long later the vangaurd of his Eastern Force arrived, he quickly organized a battalion of Orcs and directed them towards the city walls.
"I want you to give them a bloody nose before nighttime so they have something to think about while they cower in their beds."
With a wave of his hand a trumpet blew and the Orcs went charging over the hill and on towards Arrius. Meanwhile Ryhalt watched the defenders on the wall's to see how they would react to the assault and more importantly how readily they relied upon those guns. He wanted to know everything he could about the city's defences and particularly those guns before he launched a major offencive. The range, destructive power, reload times, accuracy, the Orc cannon fodder would hopefully provide him with all the information he needed and if not there were always more where they came from.

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Meanwhile rumours continued to spring up of a traveling Prophet performing amazing miracles as he spreads the teachings of his new gods, bringing hope and purpose to the people he preaches to.

Most recently is the story of how the Prophet cured a town ravaged by plague. Far to the South of Arrius close to the borders of Dalasia was a town that was stricken by a terrible plague that struck down many of the townspeople. Those effected quickly grew weak and within days began to caugh up blood, it was not long before the very young and the old started to die. The local physicians despite their best efforts were powerless to stop this plague and many mages and clerics came to try and find a cure yet they too were powerless, many of them being struck down by the plague themselves.

Then one morning a woman woke to find her baby had passed away in the night from the plague, as she sat in front of her house weeping, the still child craddled in her arms a man walked up to her and asked why she wept. She warned the stranger to keep back, that the town was under a plague and that her child had just died of it, but he ignored her warnings and knelt before her. Leaning in he seemed to whisper something to the still child and as he pulled back the baby cried out, it lived again.

Word soon spread of this miracle and the towns people beseeched him to banish the plague, hearing their words and taking pity he walked to the center of the town where it's well was located and standing before it he held out his hand. With a flash of light a delicate flower appeared in his hand which he dropped into the well as he did so he blessed the well in the name's of his Gods and such was the power possessed by those names that a faint light shone up from the well accompanied by a wonderous aroma. The Prophet called out that all those that drank of the water and welcomed his Gods as their own would receive their protection and need fear no disease. True to his word all those that drank from the blessed well were cured and as the sun rose the next day all the people living in the town were cured of the plague.

And so did word continue to spread of the powerful Prophet of the Four Gods.

It was critical to remember that Azira and the phoenix were not one in the same--and their differences were more than obvious. The cleric, while quiet, would chime in with her opinion when needed. The phoenix just sat and stared (or would, if she had visible eyes.) Every so often it rose and hovered over Azira protectively, but said nothing. That is, until she got impatient.

"So, when will this friend of yours be joining us?"

((Aww, thankya. :3 I was thinking of breaking my no-Arena self-ban for it, but I dunno. :B))

"Convenient for him." Aziraphael stretched out her wings. "Though not so for the rest of us."

Patrick smiled as he stepped out of a portal and looked at the Witch who's skull he had gripped in his hand, "Thank you for your assistance, my dear." He squeezed and her skill gave way instantly. After disposing of her body he then made his way to a guard base. He snuck in and changed out of his armour and into the uniform of a gunmage, "Hmph. Now to see what is going on..." As he set out from the base, the alarms instantly went off, and through the vioce tubes and announcement was given: "All TechGuards and non-postes Gunmages report to the Shoren river! We have a class A breach!"

(Two things: 1. the character of Patrick is not controlled by me. He is controlled by another who does not come on Gaia... 2. I will make the nexp part of this post later.)

As the sun set in the west, sinking down below the great easten plains, and stormclouds rolled in, Atrius stepped down from his post and decided to head towards his temporary house. Being a warrior at heart like both his father and mother, he was slightly disappointed that the enemy army didn't try to break through the Arrian defence. Ixahrejem got all of the fun, he thought, a slightly sadistic grin on his face. Atrius wasn't worried, though. He knew he would get the chance to defend his father's city soon enough. Saying that he was any less than enthusiastic to defend his clan's home would have been more than wrong.
(*sigh* Sorry people.)

"Fine," Aziraphael sighs. "What's more waiting?" Her form pulls together and changes again, into a bird about the size of an eagle, with a long neck and tail, and she perches on the back of a convenient chair.