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aprox 4.4 mil net for the dardens to 4.8 mil for the Isonia's

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Miliardo looked from the dark room of the mansion. Days he had prepared from the failure of RKOR. Days he had plotted his revenge upon the Darden followers.

He had failed to bring down the lord of RKOR. And his pride had been humbled by it. He who had no equal. He who mastered the powers of darkest blackness. His power had been shown to be naught.

Medidating for days. Focusing calling upon powers. He four extensions built to his Mansion. Specially designed to draw upon the deepest of the black monolith. The secret of the Risetti power. And one of the two sources of mage power of Tiavain.

Then finally the day came. As their foes of Loft and Dogs came into reach. As they would be brought to pay for the afront another of darden had brought to him. The day of redemnation had come.

First by the lords of fear's temples and powers of sorcery were destroyed by stealth. Then brute force was used to break open those whom were to well guarded. Finally Miliardo reached for the sky. Conjuring balls of such darkness the world hadn't seen yet. Balls of power sent off to the distant lands. To wreak havoc, destruction and death.

Yet even then it was not done. As he reached to the other mages. The work was not done yet. Loft was not enough for his vengeance. 'T was then that the powers of stealth and force turned to dogs. Once more their temples and powers of magic were damaged. And destruction was brought down.

Far way he could feel Astavia power of goodness bringing her cleansing light to the heathen land. Burning, scorching as if to burn out a disease. He could feel, hear the others of Tiavain labour to bring forth the destruction. As all worked to one goal.

To bring down some of the most powerfull realms in the known lands. And so it was done.

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He stood there looking at the orders he was served. He knew that he had to get the orders into action. He had a lot to prove to the guild and he knew it. His first thoughts were of that he did not care what the others thought. It was not he was out to impress the city, his main objection was to serve Isonia to the best of his ability.

He looked over the orders and then called together the troops under his control. Taking a deep breath before speaking to them.


Tonight we join in with the rest of the city to do the work of Isonia. We are marching on toward the heathens that we were directed to. Lives are going to be lost and forever changed but it is all for Isonia so as we go out we need to keep that in mind. We may not be the toughest army but we have Isonia on our side. Now fall into your assigned groups and lets do what we can. We ride tonight against some tough opponents.

He stood looking over his army knowing some of them would be lost tonight. He also knew that he may even lose those closest to him from his army but he knew they went into this all knowing that. He knelt whispering a few words before leading them out of the city.


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The shapes flitted beguiling through the darkness of the evening - shadows that held a hidden, dangerous life, and quite to the expectations of a beholder - quite to their own, as well.

Aeyliea sat with one leg hanging languidly over the arm of her chair - one of the deep, richly leathered cahirs that were a mainstay of the Antares Manor. In front of her, floor splintered and riven where it had come up - was the pool of blood that she kept for this one, little quirk of hers. The surface flickered and danced with the subtle quaverings of the old city, but upon it were the images of these shadow things, and the fires that sprang up in their wake. Beyond, the summoned forces of the dead streamed through the fields in their odd canter. Occasionally, fleshy bits would fall of in the tide, and be trodden on by feet that barely had more flesh than bone showing, but the minuions were, as always, oblivious to these minor details. The only thing that remained in their wake - sometimes in massive islands - were the corpses of any and all whom had come into contact with them.

Aeyliea turned from the pool, and the image dissolved, returning once more to the tranquil, crimson colored lake it had been before. Despite being here for years, the blood had not clotted nor had it rotted. Enchantments prevented that, as it had taken a hundered victims to fill it, and in those days a hundered was easier to scrounge than it is now. She leapt nimbly to her feet, for once the robes of her station not draped over her figure. Instead, she wore only a thin linen shirt, and no bottom though the shirt extended halfway down her smooth thighs. Outside, the city remained in turmoil as different houses - some major, some very insignificant - made sense of things and began the invasion out into the desert. It would be some time before they caught up with her and her little party of death, and by then, most of the inhabitants of the closest cities would be dead, and part fo a vastly increasing host of unpleasent beasts.

She walked quietly to one of the windows, and sighed inwardly.

"Soon, a bigger power will be unleashed, to my bidding. BNut not now, not yet...."

The war was on.

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The thing was, that she'd done so much research last time, and not been able to use it. Her knowledge of their unique warding on the gates, for example, that would stop all warriors with their blades in their tracks.

Not that she'd been disappointed; the declaration of peace had been a reason for Meara to get on with her normal day to day behaviour. To take the pup that had been all Tiavain left of a defenceless village back to her home, to take the advantage of the 'peace' to ignore that quarter, pay less attention to what Tiavain could be.


"Why do you always choose the time I get to have a break?" she questioned the walls that extended above her. For in the land where she was staying, it had been a grand celebration. A day to rejoice in the many years that those lands had profited, had grown. A rejoicing she had needed, ever since those called Reavers had 'accidentally' kept blowing things up in her path. Destroying her normal routine, something she'd thought to finally recover after this one small break.

But of course, that day of celebration was the day she'd get the message that attacks had yet again been directed against the lands myths like her tended to dwell in. Making the celebrations bitter sweet, making her have to leave them early.

And generally, pissing her off. Meara grumbled at the walls again. Walls she was on the inside of. For she'd taken that knowledge she'd learnt and never had to use. She'd gone through those gates, not setting off one ward.

For she didn't need a weapon to do damage. Never had.

With a grin born of anger she poured the last of the sickly sweet sugar water over the food supplies that were stored here. Looking around at what had once been solid brick walls, but where now mortar had been weakened, holes opened. From the small box she carried she loosed a handful of pests, insects that would be drawn to the sugar, and the food it pointed out to them. Ones that would call more of their own to the feast.

She even poked a few holes in some of the bags, dropping some of these little 'friends' into the openings. Just for good measure. The advantage of being in a city, for the Tiavain, was that they were together and strong. The disadvantage? They were enclosed. And as war raged on the outside, they would be limited to what they could bring in. More reliant on what they had already stored up for such an occasion.


"Anything can be a weapon" she reminded the walls of this storage place. No longer reliable, due to a cause that would seem totally natural, as it was - just sped up a little by Meara's sabotage. Just as their earlier peace had failed to be reliant. Though this would seem merely ... an accident.

Only fair someone other than her had a few 'accidents' occur to them, after all.

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The orders came to go to war again... before the troops had been fully built back from the last war. Oh well, since when was a mere Jordain asked for an opinion when the planning was done. The number of scouts caught inside the city walls HAD increased, so perhaps a first strike was called for.

The war went as all wars went, b l o o d y , and gruesome. But the walls seemed to be holding this time. Thanks be to Isonia.

Judiama noticed that a strangely quick rot seemed to have destroyed more walls then normal. The work of time and nature or sabotage? As a member of the WingRider house it was her job to protect the city and it's citizens... perhaps this needed more attention.

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Ginger walked among the ruins, allowing the rain to drench her. Thunder roared, and all she wished was that the earth would trmble at her anger, and that the sun would shine no more for her sadness. She looked down at the letter in her hand, the ink drizzling slowly off the parchment. It didn't matter anyway. She knew what it said. It was branded into her very soul. Simple and to the point:

'What did you expect?'

She knew what it meant. Off another guildmate, she knew exactly what it meant. She had beenw arned once before when discussing the heathens. How she had wished it was not true, but the painful sight in front of her prooved it was.

"It is nothing new..."

Ginger turned to the voice. Her advisor, Lupin, stood still in the wetness, his eyes gazing into hers and full of pity.

"You beilieve it is... I do not." She sighed, adn turned away, looking out among the ruins. She closed her tightly. If I went back a few days... could I change it... any of it...?

"No" Lupin, walked slowly upto her and stood beside her, staring out across the ruins of their home. "Nothign could have changed this... it is nothing new and it would have still happened."

Ginger opened her eyes and looked at Lupin. He stared straight ahead still. She hated the way he could read her thoughts, but it had served them for so many years. And now? Will he see us through this? Can he be right? She nodded slowly, coming to an understanding within herself. She took a deep breath and strode out once more, deep into the ruins of her kingdom.

"This was nothing more than slaughter... I have been a fool and my people have paid for it... but those that did this... they earn nothing, for a mindless fool could have done what they did..." Ginger stared out ahead, her eyes blazing with new anger. "No... I could not have changed this. I can only make sure that their dishonour is remembered. And punished."

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Judiama examined the walls and buildings of immediate area with dismay and deep saddness. What walls? What buildings? They were all burned cinders, still smoking from the massive bolts of destruction that had rained upon them.

This area of the city was desimated completely. First the temples had been burned to the ground... when it had seemed there were none powerful enough to do so among the enemy. Was there something more going on then was evident? Only time and investigation would tell.
For now the job was to decide if the area could be rebuilt in the name of Isonia.

The armies remained. But unfortunately, they were a tremendous drain on the land with no other resources. Only the land and the armies endured.

Judiama dismissed her armies and sent them to fight at other posts around the city of Tiavain. The land she let return to the desert as was just and right. Better the sand take it then the enemy.

Judiama would begin again and someday she would make the heathens pay who had destroyed the area she was protecting of the city. Tomorrow was another day.


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A messenger came running to him and stopped to tell him the news of attacks made against Judiama. He grumbled softly and then went back to the work that he was going to do. He sent one for orders and the orders came back and he looked them over. He looked at them and then to his men and handed out the orders. He made his troops spread out through the city, he wanted to protect the city at any cost. This was his charge and he would not let the others down at all.

He looked at his map and then folowed the markings on it.


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He looked through the window. Clouds of smoke slowly rising from the city. As fires ran from many places. He could see em in the white house of Dovanucci. He could see clouds rising from the Bainev mansion, the wingrider mansion. And many more.

The alarm had been given hours ago now. When the first of the cloaked raiders had come into the city. When the burnings had started in places none of the Dogs nor the Loft could go. Places out of the reach of any of their spies. Yet strangely unseen the defences of those places were lit in a pale heathenly blaze of all destroying fire.

One had to be stupid not to see the meddling of another empire. Truly stupid indeed. He frowned as he looked over the smoking city. And one had to be even more stupid to think it would go by unnoticed.

The papers lay on the desk behind him. As he played Istrerio's report back in his mind. He had been sitting in his black ebony chair. His mind railing at the implications of foreign infiltration in their city. For it was clear that it was that. And nothing else. His mind played with the posibilities. For if others could do it to Tiavain. Surely there would be no objection if the favor was returned. At least in secrecy.

Miliardo had to say that the root of evil had been way deeper in these lands then he at first expected. Indeed, once scraping through the small layer of morality the rulers showed in public only corruption remained.

Istrerio's report had come as an even bigger surprise. For not one. But two culprits seemed to come forward on their own motion.

Milord,

I come to thee with the intelligence gathered by our spies in the foreign empires. As well as in our own city.

Twas noted that one of the leadership of DR was taken twice trying to break into the mansion of a lesser house. The second time it was very closely after some nearby places in the city were put alit. DR denies any involvement in those acts of vandalism tho milord.

Altho one can suspect an alliance to exist between them both. As rumor tells us they had expected Tiavain to engage them both.


He remained silent at the idea of engaging them both. His eyes barely moving. Why not slitting once own throat while they were at it. The Dardenites truly had amazingly strange ideas.

Then as he red the name of the mistress whose spies had been taken, letting his concentration and usually stoicical face show a small mark of emotion. in that he arched an eyebrow. For the name was known to him.

Wasn't it the same one who had not tried to break into the vaults of house Risetti in the wake of Dogs during the first Tiavain Dogs war. Intresting indeed. He had chosen not to inform anyone. For the meddling had been clearly reduced to attempts of both LoFT and DR to break into Risetti's vaults. Both having been a failure. But now he wondered if the failure had not been his.

Either way he nodded toward his servant to continue.

The other reports we have milord speak of a secret pact of alliance between the Dardenites of Dogs and the Foretians of TH. It seems that before we declared on Dogs they both planned to attack Tiavain. Only seeing of these plans a day before.

It also seems that TH marshalled all it's troops to warreadiness. With orders to prepare for a march upon our gates, once their lord commander heard of our fight.

Yet even as our temples and libraries were put ablaze they recalled these orders. They to deny all involvement in the destruction. Altho some lords have admitted they had all but declared on us, in an attempt to fully crush our forces.


That was intresting indeed. Not only a possible alliance between Dardenites. But Foretian forces were getting involvement to. A secret pact against Tiavain nonetheless. Intresting indeed. Then he finally spoke, asked. Something he clearly wasnt used to do.

"Why ? Did these forces chose to go to such length to engage us ?"

For a moment it seemed Istretrio didnt know if the question was asked to him. Or if it was just his lord speaking to himself. Finally he concluded the quesion was meant for himself indeed. And he replied.

Milord i might have an answer. Altho this is off course speculation. Not proven. And it might be completely wrong.

One has not to look further then the presence of LoFT to understand that it would weight to any inner darden alliance. The crushing of an ally might have brought some forces in DR to send those vandals. Off course they deny it. And we cannot proof it either way.

As to the lords of TH. One could question their alliance with DOGS. As all the needed motive.

Also it seems both lords complained that the two empires we crushed never truly stood a chance. That their forces paled before ours. And as such it was their divine right to intervene against us.

And then there is the fact some in Dogs and LoFT claim DoGS was still at war with reavers.


He blinked at that last comment. Surely it couln't be. He thought. The bastions of LoFT had been reputed untakable. And altho the might of Tiavain had been slightly more powerfull in total troops. Each of those bastions was at least half as much more powerfull then any power of Tiavain.

The greatest even dwarfing Tiavains forces by a factor three. If he had to believe his reports.

Then he blinked again. As he almost had missed the last line.

"Dogs at war with Reavers ?"

"How so. How can they be at war with one guild, when they are plotting an attack upon us ?"

Much to think about indeed. And so he still did. Trying to weight whom of DR or TH had lied to the ambasadors sent to them. Pondering about the stories of Dogs being engaged, Yet ready to engage Tiavain themselves.

Of a Foret Guild and a Darden Guild making a seemingly alliance, against the city of Tiavain.

For a moment he wondered. How did one plan a war in these lands. Without having a headache for days.

Yet it did not resolve any of what had happened. They had no proof. Nonetheless he trusted that the ambasadors had made known to the commanders of DR as well as TH, how displeased the leadership of Tiavain was with the involvement.

Time would tell. He guessed. As he turned around. Once more moving to the room of shadows. To prepare and plan for the next turn of this war.

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She'd given up on the supplies thing for now. The rot that had arisen - not part of her work, but the original workmanship had been shoddy enough that the pests had spread that too - had made the damage even more dramatic. Which was oh so very pleasing to her, but she would avoid those areas as she was sure that scale of damage would attract attention even here. So now, she was looking for other areas to do damage. In the quarter of town that had sustained the least harm.

"They say that the Dogs was going to attack us, and that's why we attacked them." the one Tiavain guardsman confided to the other, bored at an unattacked stretch of wall.

"I thought the Dogs were just myths? Why on earth are we trying to attack things that don't exist? Those mages must have really gotten wrapped up in their magic, rather than reality, this time for such a weird idea." responded his companion, before they drifted out of sight.

The second comment was one that Meara would normally grin at with irony, if not for the fact that her mind was still dwelling on the first.

Even keeping in mind that the Tiavain, with their more sorcerous bent, would probably be the type to jump at shadows & believe in myths & attack where they believed the myths resided ...

They say the Dogs was going to attack us ...

Meara almost gave herself away with the bubbling of indignant laughter that started in her chest, though it didn't escape to make a sound.

A group of myths. A group of thieves and spies, not primarily warriors. Especially not Meara. A group that had better things to do than silly wars.

Even if they hadn't been running their feet off trying to duck & dodge the Reavers 'accidental' attacks that had decimated all the lands around them just days before, there was the fact that Tiavain had attacked them not very long before too. And declared peace. Which, in Meara's mind, had been enough reason to leave them alone for now - even if she had been prone to war, which she wasn't. She had just wanted to get back on with her life, her normal job. Hell, she'd been taking a break from even spying when they'd attacked, in a land still torn apart by the Reavers - quite a far far stretch from 'ready to attack' mode. Something that would have been quite obvious to anyone who had bothered - had cared enough about what they were doing - to look.

They say the Dogs was going to attack us ...

Meara, now having moved far enough away to not be heard, snorted in derision. Both at the Tiavain soldier's version of grammar, and the words he'd spoken.


"Yeah, right. We were going to." she muttered to the walls. "And I'm the Empress of the World."

The sarcasm that dripped from her voice she figured even the walls could hear. Blame the Dogs for this, make such claims? Oh please. That trick was old, and worn, and boring. Especially when so horridly related to the truth as it was this time.

"Please." No plea in those words. Just sarcasm, and disgust, as she vanished again from sight, to do more damage within the city of Tiavain.

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It was said that the ears of Risetti were everywhere. Hearing from each shadow. That what any rat heard Risetti knew. That what every crow saw. Risetti saw.

Off course the truth was not so dramatic. Yet not less daunting for the less. Even as Risetti was rumored to be deadly. To miss speak them to invite death. There were those who still let their tongue slip. Who did not believe the rumors.

Truth was to be said. He was much of the ears of Risetti. He was much of it's eyes. And those who followed him. Who received his orders. Beggars, spies and assasins. The lowest scum of society. And often those who were least missed.

At this time he was watching himself. As he discovered the odor that was out of place. His senses hightened due to some of the treatments Miliardo had made him go through. As to better to make his job done.

Hidden in his own cloak of concealing. Just a shadow among the shadows. A beggar among the beggars. He watched and listened. Watching the watcher. Without orders to dispatch her. He did not intervene. He just observed. Showing the placid intrest of a spy seeing the latest secred passed along right under his nose.

"They say that the Dogs was going to attack us, and that's why we attacked them." the one Tiavain guardsman confided to the other, bored at an unattacked stretch of wall.

"I thought the Dogs were just myths? Why on earth are we trying to attack things that don't exist? Those mages must have really gotten wrapped up in their magic, rather than reality, this time for such a weird idea." responded his companion, before they drifted out of sight.



Finally she moved away. It seemed she heard what she wanted. As Itrestirio remained still. Probably she went off to do more mischief. Yet such was not his concern. Risetti mansion was well guarded. And unless they hired further outside assistance off limits for them. His concern was quite different though. As he now moved.

As a shadow moving behind the soldiers who had betrayed such emotions to the enemy. Who had openly showed doubt. Only one action could be taken. To kill those sounds of disent right where they were birthing.

His dagger made of black obsidian metal flared silently out of it's sheath. First piercing through one's back right into his heart. Removing the flame of light straight from his eyes as his soul was absorbed into the demons stone etched in the blade.

The second turning. Surprised at seeing his companion falter hadn't the needed time to get ready either. As once more the dagger plunged into a heart. A face turning pale as life was drained from him in an instant.

Only seconds had passed as now two guards lay dead at their guardpost. Yet he wasnt done yet. His work only just started. As he started to expertely cut off the guards armors. Then to cut open their bodies.

It might only be mere moments before one would discover the crime. So he had to act fast. Still with chirirgucal presision he cut the chests open. Removing stomach, heart and bowels of each. Cutting their tongues out. Removing their eyes from their sockets. Cutting off their ears. Finally marking a text against the wall above their bodies.

"Let this be the faith of all who doubt the existence of the Dogs."

It was then that once again he withdrew in the shadows, pulling his cloak tight around him just in time to hear steps grow closer.

Soon voices of guards calling out in alarm and disgust at the scene. Their outrage at the message. Their yell going through the streets of the city.

"CLOSE THE GATES. THE DOGS ARE IN THE CITY. CLOSE THE GATES. HOLD THE MURDERERS."

Itrestrio nodded to himself. Any doubt would vanish for a while indeed. With that he to vanished as Meara did.


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It had been a long two days. The troops under my leadership had fought well, taking much land to add to my own and leaving what was deemed unworthy salted and soaked with the blood of the dead.

It had been a glorious first attack, but the troops were weary and needed a rest. They were glad to head back home as others from Tiavain took their place. But at home we were met with fires and smoke. While away theives had snuck in to try and burn our temples down....but it was a weak attempt at best.

What had looked like a huge raging fire turned out to be only a few minor blazes. The damage was minimal, and quickly repaired. It would take more than a few poorly skilled theives to take our temples out.

I returned to my small home, needing rest of my own. I had not slept since heading off to war. I knew it would only be a few hours before new orders would be coming in, and I was not one to sit back and watch others do the fighting. I would go with my men and fight along side them, but now was time to rest.....


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She might be a risk taker, but she wasn't stupid.

Meara had noticed the strange 'beggar'. The beggar routine was a familiar one to most spies, great for inside the city - but mainly for stationary work. Seeing them time after time would have alerted her, even without the extra precautions & advantages she had taken coming into enemy territory.

She winced physically though as she caught him working, stabbing the second guard through the heart, dismembering the bodies. Then winced again, in distaste rather than pain, as she watched him write the words across the wall. No one but her - and most likely him - had heard what the guard had said. It was a sloppy connection, in her mind.

Though most likely it would work, she was certain. Though perhaps not completely in the way he'd hoped. For the reason they had found her, most likely, was due to what she'd been doing since she'd left the supplies alone. Attacking a supply even more important in an enclosed city. Labour.

In a city where the followers of each faction were known to feud - where there had been rumblings of accusation of sabotage within each during the last war she'd encountered with them - it wasn't too hard to find the dissent and dissatisfaction within the commoners who were caught in the middle of these internal feuds. Half the reason she'd been so interested in the guards' words was that they spoke of the dissent she had been spreading, subtly, unnoticed as a stranger. They, as well as the commoners who were drifting from the city in small groups, were proof that it had worked.

Of course, it had brought attention, but it was to be expected. And what this person had done - killing his own people? - would bring attention. And some would believe the hue and cry. But she'd left enough dissent behind her, and some of the rumours now flying amongst the city is that the Black Dogs were indeed a myth - a myth being exploited by the factions that split the city. And that anything attributed to them ... was attributed to those factions instead.

After all, who would believe in a myth, really? Not logical people who could be given a more logical answer. Not the commoners amongst who she hid as she escaped the city of Tiavain, unseen and uncaught. The hue and cry erupting behind her, and much too late.

And although she rubbed at a spot on her chest, above her heart, in a somewhat sympathetic pain, she wasn't done yet. There were other places she could hit. And the damage she'd left in the city ... that would continue long after she was gone. Long after even this war.

Distrust was a wonderful thing.

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Her dreams were filled with terror. Everywhere she looked lay the bodies of her people. Smoke filled the air and stifled the breath from entering her body. She could smell the foul stench of death in her dreams. She could see the blood pour through her lands as if it were a river.

Daizy's dreams caused her to jerk fitfully awake. She sat up and tried to wipe the visions from her mind. The stench lingered. The smoke wafted through her chambers and the screams could be heard from all around her. Daizy rose and ran to the window. There was nothing left. Her temples, the peasants quarters, her barracks and towers, all lay in burning heaps.

Why had she not been notified they were under attack? She quickly dressed and ran from the room only to be met by a heathen soldier. Promptly drawing her daggar from beneath her robes, Daizy charged on him and buried the dagger deep in his chest, watching his eyes as the life drained from his body. His body slumped to the floor and she stood in disbelief, watching as if expecting him to rise again.

All that Darden had blessed her with was gone. Nothing remained. Under the cloak of darkness, she slipped to the borders of her kingdom, hoping her faithmates, her friends, had not met with the same fate. She must get to them as quickly as possible.


I swear on the lost lives of my people, these heathens shall pay for their cowardly act of war.

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He looked about at the burning countryside and sighed. Such a sight was never beautiful. New as he was to the city of Tiavain he wondered at what cuase they had gone to war. However he also thought that it wasnt his route to question such things as war.

War was a constant, and there would always be cause for war. The war between living and dying, the war between time and those who wished to us eit, even the war between apples or oranges for breakfast. He smiled slightly, rather proud of the little jest.


As he watched the flames from the balcony of Saemwyn's... he gripped the rail tightly as if fearing he would fall over. This was not the case however, this was simply the only way emotion showed on him. His face did not frown or smile. It was as neutral as a block of yet to be carved marble. Finally with a yawn, he decided to take to his rooom and ignore these things as he had yet to petition the Lord Tarrant for membershiup of House Tarrant. He had a great many things to do come the morn, and it simply wouldn't do to show up tired or of a weary look.

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The immediate lull following the cessation of bloodshed after a long bloody war is a weary moment, a time more of exhaustion than of any other emotion. It is a time of poignant reflection, of unconcious introspection.

Calis leaned on his bloody crescent-shaped blade, his head unadorned - he couldn't even remember when it had been ripped off, let alone by what - , watching the smokey haze crawl lazily across the broken battlefield. He remembered his glories in the past, how he had lead guilds in attacks that gave his enemies huge advantages - once even hitting ten million networth greater than his. He recalled how proud he felt of himself, remembered clearly the exuberance that shined in his comrades, those who rode fearlessly against giants, deadly confident.

He could even look back less than two weeks ago, to LoFT's defensive war against Reavers. Together with Eisheth and her Demonic Reality, they enjoyed a smashing success.

Giving a shrug of his half-elven shoulders, Calis exhaled and shouldered his sword, indifferent, for he knew the truth. The glory is the strike itself, and the higher the gamble, the greater the personal pleasure of its success.

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It was a dark and stormy night. Again. Idly, the Earl pondered whether ominous happenings only occurred on such nights - but it was quickly dismissed as the creaking collapse of another building drew his attention away from his inner musings.

The erstwhile Earl sighed, and turned away from the sight of his shattered realm. Leaning against the door atop his tower, he placed his brow against the cool mahogany and traced the grain downwards with his fingers. What to do, with a kingdom with fewer acres than he had remaining hairs atop his increasingly bare head?

"Messenger!"

A thin, somewhat underfed child stood from his place behind the tower's crenellations and offered a sloppy salute which remained unreturned.

"We must sally forth in one last glorious ride, boy. Gather the knights, gather the spearmen, dismiss the urban scouts. We ride against the besieging forces, and will win or die in glorious combat!"

The child blinked, and waited patiently, unmoving. The Earl sighed, and nodded.

"Very well... get the women and children out first, we'll follow them shortly. We abandon the citadel."

The child nodded, and sped off down the stairs to begin the preperations for leaving their city. That, thought the child as he leapt from every third stair, was more like the Earl. Glorious combat, indeed.

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OOC :

Not gonna rp my char here. Just rp the state of the city of Tiavain

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A ceasefire was concluded on Loft's request. So now peace reigned from that front. A quite and perhaps misleading peace. For how long would it take for another to take their place. None knew.

Off course the war with the Dogs. As nimble as they were to stay out of their grasps went on. This until some sign was given if they wanted peace to. For now allready the guards prepared again for a new assault from these forces which some even doubted existed.

It had to be said that way fewer doubted this fact in Tiavain nowadays. Not since the corpses of two of the guards had been found mutilated. The populace saying 't was an act of the outworldish dogs. Some said they were half demon. Half devil, and that they could come through the walls of the very houses to gut someone.

Still all agreed and noded wisely to the words of the mages. When it was explained that the walls of Tiavain were magically warded from such outworldish fiends.

Official misives were given to the forces of Loft and the forces of TH. Whom both had embasies or contacts to the beings of Dogs. To inform them. That if they would wish peace. Peace would be given. If they wanted war. Then their blood would be claimed all the same. Be they human, or demon.

And so the wind blew through the cities of Tiavain. Still on guard. While the most necesary repairs were done. While the outlooks waited watching for a sign of new emerging forces from raiders of any kind.

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