Hzell knew what the message meant, a raid was to take place. The broad-armed man entered the Karacid palace in Civola, wearing furs, a battle-helmet, and a sword he made at the smith a few months ago after his spear was shattered in a merchant raid. Hzell was a strong man, a man who could inspire thousands, and a man who gave the best war-speeches in the world. That is why his nephew the warchief gave him control of the Horde. He has lead the Horde to numerous victories and glory throughout the years. Yet he still has the memories of defeats and deaths. He remembers that arrow from a Phoenix Throne guard killing his brother the then warchief. He remembers the duel between his brother's sons. He remembers one killing the other, and he remembers his grandnephew running from home in fear. He knew what the cost of defeat would be, yet his religion told him he would be served for centuries in Akop's great hall. None the less, a raid was to be organized, and Hzell was the man to lead it.

He entered the throne room to find the warchief was not there. It was odd for the warchief to be late for his own summons. Hzell decided to wait in the room for the warchief to come.

"It has been a while dear uncle since you have pleased us with your presence." Hzell turned around to see who had spoken to him, and standing before him was Guryt Karacid, Hzell's youngest nephew. The man was short and weak for a Taurician, but his mind helped secure valuable information about the enemy. His brain was worth more then his brawn. It is said that no person travels through Tauricia without Guryt knowing about it. "You have received the summons as well?"

"Aye, seems like your older brother wants us to light a town on fire, to show the other High-Lords in Skyhaven we are still here." replied Hzell

"Seems to me that is the case. My dear brother the warchief has been quite busy lately. It seems we have picked up the trail on your grandnephew/grandniece. They are in Skyhaven, with Lartha planning to marry a Conrad." The news shocked Hzell. He was never close to Lartha or Jo-Gal, yet he knew this violated customs.

"So the warchief wants them dead?" replied Hzell.

"Oh no, assassins are non-Taurician at all. My brother says that fighting a man one on one is the right thing to do. He still views them as family however, even if they abandoned their kin. In The Endless plains, the nomads tend to drag a man behind their horse if they wanted him dead. He would collapse, and the sand would tear his flesh off leaving a carcass of Muscle and bone, with red skin. Gruesome sight really." Hzell remembers that Guryt spent two years traveling the continent. "Yet we must be cautious if the Conrads are to use the claims the children posses too.........."

The door busted open. "If anyone is to kill my nephew it will be me. It seems you two have gotten the summons," boomed Temir Karacid.

"Warchief!" yelled Hzell and Guryt at once.

"At ease men. Our target for the next raid is simple." Temir put a map on a large table, and pointed to a part of the kingdom. "We will raid the coast here, and hope to find the exiled Karacids and bring them home to face justice for treason. Kill anyone you find." said Temir.

"Warchief the last news we heard about the children was that they were in Skyhaven....."

"Your news is weeks old. Knowing how this high-lord handles things like this, they will be in his capital by the end of the week, now do you understand my orders?" said Temir cutting off Guryt.

"Yes Warchief, I will get right on it." said Guryt scurrying out of the room.

Hzell remained, looking at his nephew observing a map. The warchief had Blonde hair in a tangled mess. His beard covered his entire face. He was a true Taurician, but he was not an experienced Taurician. "Uncle you will lead the horde to here, and pillage any settlement you find. Bring back any captives. I want them alive do you here me?" asked Temir.

"Yes Warchief." said Hzell.

"Good, may Akop guide your ships to glory............" started Temir

"..................and may Akop bring me home to share it." finished Hzell