>>6011388>>6011290>>6011347>>6011353Attacking Land's End.
>>6011353I will be incorporating this Advisor's excellent plan of action, albeit on a different target.
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The council sits in repose, awaiting the reports from their first assault on foriegn soil. While they wait, further scouting reports roll in; it seems that Dragon Pointe reports fewer units once more, only three hundreds and thirty. As well, rumors from Faery Forest reports the usage of Blood Magic, with a huge Draco-Lion reigning over the forest as hard proof of the rumors. It is likely to be a hard target, reporting one hundred and ten men standing in defense, although many are likely to be weak results of cross-breeding.
The scout reports are faltering, reporting "unexpected terrain difficulties" halting his advance. In truth, you believe he may have simply forgotten his orders to move out
My apologies, Advisors, I was excited to see the fight and forgot to give him the order to move.
The council recieves another three proclamations of prophethood. The first messenger is a man with red skin, around whom the air shimmers with heat. <span class="mu-r">"Warmaster Carniel of Smouldercone, Prophet of Apep, The Watcher of Gallows, The Shadow Over Abysia, Shadow Over All shall come for your heads!"</span> He is shot down by archers, but his mocking laughter as he chokes on his burning blood uneases those who heard it.
The second is another man, well-dressed for the desert atop a camel. <span class="mu-i">"El Ez, Banu Si'lat and Prophet of Wormfeast, Prince of Darkness and Mirrors, King Shrouded in Shadow, Master of Unsung Songs, sends his greetings to you, Rephaim!"</span> His speech is accented, and his polite subservience is pleasant to you. He rides off, unassailed. Mayhaps he would have said something less polite, and the death of his fellow messenger wizened his tongue? Bah, it is of no consequence.
The third is mistaken for a bird, at first, but soon comes into clear view as a winged man. Some murmur that perhaps it is an angel, and are hushed by others quickly; there is a sure way to test it. "Berezavant the Sastar of Caelum is now prophet of Togrul Beg, the Afterthought, Foremost of Westerners, the Man-Eater," Everyone in attendance has a chuckle at that, "The Commander of Tru-<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">AAAARRGH!</span></span>" The man is cut off- for a man it certainly is, winged as he may be- at the arrow piercing his heart clean through. He failed the test, and perhaps it would be wise to keep in mind where the man was from, and their sheer GALL at imitating one of the divine.
A week after, reports of the battle arrive...
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