[hider=Darsi Ruuk][b]Name:[/b] Darsi Ruuk
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Species:[/b] Dorak
[b]Kingdom of Origin:[/b] Dorakis
 
[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Darsi stands at six feet, two inches, just like his brother. His scales and underbelly are both of a brown ochre hue, also just like his brother. His three-fingered hands and three-toed feet have had their digging claws shaved down for ease of movement, again, just like his brother. That, however, is where the similarities end. Darsi has allowed his leathery dreadlocks to grow out, reaching down to his back in length. He’s also got a few much smaller ones adorning his chin. His scales are in a generally better condition than his Dosi’s, being that he has never roughed it out in the wilderness of Dorakis like he has. He has a bit of gunk encrusted in his eyes and nostrils, which always shows up again a few days later after he’s breathed in some more incenses. He’s definitely not as fit as his brother, having a bit of a beer gut, but nothing too plump.

[b]Attire:[/b] Darsi wears a light brown fabric vest that leaves his torso exposed, and a pair of trousers made of a similar, alebit darker fabric, held up with an improperly fastened leather belt. All of these items are not in their prime conditions, but they aren’t coming undone at the seams, so that’s good enough for him. He doesn’t possess any footwear, just like Dosi. Unlike Dosi, however, he has quite a few pieces of jewelry on at all times – bands, rings, necklaces, all the sort.
 
[b]Personality:[/b] Of the Ruuk brothers, Darsi exemplifies the more carefree, curious, and experimenting nature of the Dorak. He’s always one to try new things, and he most often enjoys them greatly. He possesses a distinct admiration for the cultural activities and traditions of other races, most often the ones that involve celebration and/or some kind of substance intake. Never one to turn down and opportunity to meet new folks and have a good time with them, often insisting they try his concoctions for the sake of fun.

[b]Hobbies/interests:[/b] Darsi enjoys collecting insectoids, plant life, and other materials wherever he and Dosi travel, in order to discover their effects as ingredients in his experiments. He’s also been practicing with a pair of drums made from a foreign leather, discovering new rhythms every now and again.

[b]Skills:[/b] Darsi is a brewer, an herbalist, a bomb maker, and a musician (somewhat). He loves nothing more than to bring a sense of joy and cheer to those around him, be that in the form of offering them his concocted beverages, herbal incenses, a song or two, and even a hand in battle. Darsi takes great pride in compiling list upon list of recipes for new drinks, drugs and bombs, often including foreign materials in his latest experiments, as well as trying new rhythms with his drums to soothe and mystify both friends and passersby alike. He’s adept at examining materials and discerning what they are comprised of and what effect they might have if eaten raw or mixed with something else, a skill on par with most alchemists (though he couldn’t tell you anything about a magic-infused material).
 
[b]Backstory:[/b] Darsi and Dosi Ruuk were both born twenty-one years ago to the lead family of the Ruuk Patriarchy. Before them came an eldest brother and an older sister, and afterwards came two more sisters, and finally, one last younger brother. Thus, it was a sizeable family, as was common with the Dorak. From the moment the two were born less than a minute apart (the family forgot who came first), they were nigh inseparable. Always playing together, always doing chores in tandem, everything. The only hint of a division came between their interests. Dosi grew up admiring the stories his father Damatas told of hunts and excursions and taming monstrous creatures all across the vastness of Dorakis, always aiming to follow in a similar line of service to the Patriarchy. Darsi, on the other hand, was much more enamored by the cultural liveliness of his people, aspiring to become a brewer and herbalist like his mother Carmessi. During the boys’ early years, they each took up their desired fields of skillsets from one of their parents, Dosi training daily with his father, and Darsi with his mother. Time went on, and the two quickly displayed their talents for their respective works.

Fast forward some years. By the time the twins were in their teens, their parents had begun slowing down their training them and focusing more on the Patriarchy, which they were disheartened by. The Ruuk Patriarchy had been dwindling in numbers and resources at that point in time, and needed to focus on stockpiling resources. Darsi had learned how to brew quite a few drinks and incenses, and even helped domesticate a newly hatched Gimian Skora – a twin-tailed scorpion - for the Patriarchy to use as a service creature, which Dosi had helped his older brother and father to recover from a nest. They named her Karkada, after not much thought. While the twins understood their parents’ relocation of attention, they still wanted to perfect their skills. Thus, they asked to spend some time with their aunt Goka, who lived topside as an Omnik (a Dorak who has chosen not to serve a Patriarchy) atop a Varaka Bertis, along with many other experienced masters of Dorak traditions and practices. While it took some convincing and pleading, and a promise to visit every once in a while, the twins eventually got their wish. They next morning they bid the Patriarchy and Karkada farewell, and met with their aunt a short walk away.

The next seven years in the twins’ lives were spent riding atop a Varaka Bertis, living with Goka. She was firm friends with some very stories individuals – hunters, brewers, crafters, herbalists, bomb makers, so on and so forth. She’d gotten them to agree to train the boys to the best of their abilities. Some were happy to pass on their knowledge and techniques, while others were a little lazy about the whole ordeal. Whatever the case, Darsi and Dosi both began training under masters that same day. Darsi took up a job as a brewer’s assistant, serving the lively community atop the Varaka Bertis with new recipes for drinks and dishes he learned, all the while practicing his other skills when he was free. Dosi joined up with a hunting group who tracked down and cleared out troublesome nests and hives, and brought back the spoils for their fellow Dorak to enjoy, learning as well to craft his own material goods like weapons and armor. The twins worked well together – Dosi went out to kill insects and gather plants and brought them back to Darsi, who used most of the resources to make food, drinks and incenses, and the unusable materials he gave back to his brother to craft into goods. The two were quickly becoming masters themselves, impressive for two Dorak at such a young age. They visited their Patriarchy frequently, bringing with them plentiful resources to help them in their trying times, for which they were grateful. But there was always an underlying sense of wanderlust between the two that made them want to see what lied beyond Dorakis. They talked and dreamed of it, but that’s all they ever did. Talk and dream. Beyond their wondering, they continued with their work. It was a productive life that the twins cherished. The good times, however, eventually came to an end.

A tragedy fell upon the Ruuk Patriarchy one night when Damatas and Maliko were leading a burrowing expansion to make for more storage room. They unknowingly burrowed right into a dormant nest of Araki Dimos – Devil Spiders. The group was unprepared to face the creatures, and thus, lost several members. Among the victims, to the horror and sadness of Damatas and the rest of the Patriarchy, was Maliko, who was slated to inherit the role of Patriarch upon the former’s passing. The day after this event, Damatas sent for Darsi and Dosi to return home immediately, and of course, they did. After a brief period of mourning, Damatas explained to the twins that, with Maliko gone, one of them had to take his place as heir to the Patriarchy. And they had to decide who. The issue was, however, that [i]neither[/i] of them wished to take over upon their father’s passing, whenever that may be. They’d grown far too accustomed to their lives topside, and had even been considering assuming Omnik status. As expected, their father was both disheartened and angered by this, reminding them that their youngest brother Koba was far too young to assume the role himself. Everything got more and more heated from that point onward. The argument eventually ended on a poor note, and Damatas resigned for the night, postponing the issue. The twins stuck around in their old den and talked the whole situation over. And after quite some thought, they decided on a course of action.

The next morning, the twins were gone. They’d left a note explaining how neither of them wanted to be forced into the role of Patriarch, and how that they had officially declared themselves Omnik. They went further than that, however. After leaving with Karkada in tow – now fully grown and fitted with a small hut on her shell – they returned to Goka and explained the problem to her. She told them that Damatas would most likely have the Patriarchy come and drag them back home. Thus, she presented them with a solution – leave Dorakis. Travel around Tithe for a bit. Think things over, come back when Damatas had mellowed some. Goka said if he came around, she’d do her best to keep him from finding out where they’d gone. She herself had traveled the land some in her youth, and it was an experience she couldn’t recommend on any higher degree. In the end, the twins agreed to follow up on her suggestion with a bit of an added goal. They suddenly aspired to become merchants. Make a bit of a living outside instead of just sightseeing. They took all of their belongings and resources, stocked them up atop Karkada, hugged Goka goodbye, and set out for the borders of Dorakis.
 
[b]Family:[/b]

[list][*] Carmessi Ruuk, 43 (mother)
[*] Damatas Ruuk, 46 (father)
[*] Dosi Ruuk, 21 (twin brother)
[*] Goka, 45 (aunt)
[*] Koba Ruuk, 14 (youngest brother)
[*] Lakshmi Ruuk, 25 (older sister)
[*] Maliko Ruuk, 26 (eldest brother, deceased)
[*] Sangessa Ruuk, 17 (younger sister)
[*] Tava Ruuk, 15 (youngest sister)[/list]
 
[b]Relationships:[/b] 
 
[b]| Dosi Ruuk | Great | Twin Brother |[/b] “Me blood, man. Me blood. Dosi an’ I be bonded since births. Maybe we ain’t got the same likings and doings, but together? We’s everything we need to be. Wouldn’t change that evah.” 
 
[b]Weaponry:[/b] Darsi keeps a stockpile of homebrewed explosives aboard Karkada. Molotov cocktails, smoke grenades, caltrops, gases, all the sort and beyond, all kinds of volatile concoctions and deterrents, all labeled and expertly crafted.

[b]Abilities:[/b] As far as physical, combat-employable abilities go, Darsi is experienced in only one regard – throwing stuff. Beyond that, he can’t do much else for you but get your mind clear and your stomach full with a meal and a smoke before battle.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Like all Dorak, Darsi’s four eyes are completely useless in dark or unlit areas, and even out in the daylight, his vision is at most times unreliable, meaning he has to rely on his senses. Therein lies the issue with his constant drink and herbal intake – his senses are usually clogged by gunk and fluid, encrusted in his nostrils and eye sockets, which he has to clean regularly. Darsi is in no way experienced with live combat and is thus rubbish in a fight without his stockpile of bombs, and Dosi and Karkada by his side.

[b]Companion:[/b] Darsi and Dosi both ride atop a Gimian Skora – a gigantic, female, twin-tailed scorpion – named Karkada. Armored in a sturdy black shell with white fur packed between the crevices, Karkada is an imposing creature to behold. The twins raised her since she was a hatchling and, with the use of expertly crafted pacifying incenses, managed to tame her and turn her into a loyal companion. Thanks to Karkada’s sheer size and strength, she can carry the weight equivalent of a small, one-room hut atop her shell – which, incidentally, she does. Darsi and Dosi use her as a pack mule, a mobile home, and bodyguard when they are traveling through dangerous areas. Karkada, unfortunately, had her stingers removed when she was young, a precaution taken in case she ever attacked the family. Her venom glands still remain however, which Darsi uses in some of his concoctions, and Dosi coats his spears with the lethal substance.
 
[b]Other:[/b] Darsi’s inventory stock includes custom-brewed drinks, on-the-spot food dishes, incenses that provide varying beneficial (and sometimes negative) effects, the ingredients to craft either (which may entice some alchemists), homemade throwing bombs, and maybe even songs if he’s feeling up to it.

Also he has no idea who the hell Polaris is. Or any of the Red Legion, for that matter.[/hider]
[hider=Dosi Ruuk][b]Name:[/b] Dosi Ruuk
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Species:[/b] Dorak
[b]Kingdom of Origin:[/b] Dorakis

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Dosi stands at six feet, two inches, just like his brother. His scales and underbelly are both of a brown ochre hue, also just like his brother. His three-fingered hands and three-toed feet have had their digging claws clipped for ease of movement, again, just like his brother. And that’s where the similarities end between the two. Dosi has kept his dreadlocks and chin hair trimmed clean. His face, however, has collected a scant few scars from his hunting days in Dorakis, all of which he doesn’t have much of a problem displaying. In fact, most of his entire exterior body has been weathered down from traveling in the hostile desert.

[b]Attire:[/b] Dosi adorns himself in the hand-crafted hunting gear he wore during his earlier life in Dorakis. It’s comprised of a hooded, tanned leather tunic and trousers, strapped with several pieces of armor made from the shells of assorted “small” insects native to Dorakis, some of which possess the trademark white hair packed between the cracks and crevices, a common motif among the wildlife there. Several belts and pouches are strapped along the outfit to give Dosi a good level of storage space when he’s on his lonesome.

[b]Personality:[/b] Unlike Darsi, Dosi is more focused on the matters at hand rather than any curiosities or wonders of what could be. A reliable sort, he shows determination and a desire to excel in just about anything he does, and he is not unfamiliar with taking charge of situations. But he works best with his brother, that’s a given, and he will always do his best to fulfill a goal he’s set out for himself or for anyone else.

[b]Hobbies/interests:[/b] In his spare time, Dosi often looks for materials and goods to use in his crafts, carving quality wood and stone into spears, staves, and bows. Every now and again you can find him practicing his embroidering with a knife and improving his attention to detail.

[b]Skills:[/b] Dosi is much more combat experienced than Darsi. He’s been trained to fight with several different types of weaponry, including battle staves, javelins, and bows. He’s definitely more capable in hunting down creatures than any humanoid enemies, though. That’s not to say he wouldn’t be able to hold his own in such a circumstance.

[b]Backstory:[/b] Darsi and Dosi Ruuk were both born twenty-one years ago to the lead family of the Ruuk Patriarchy. Before them came an eldest brother and an older sister, and afterwards came two more sisters, and finally, one last younger brother. Thus, it was a sizeable family, as was common with the Dorak. From the moment the two were born less than a minute apart (the family forgot who came first), they were nigh inseparable. Always playing together, always doing chores in tandem, everything. The only hint of a division came between their interests. Dosi grew up admiring the stories his father Damatas told of hunts and excursions and taming monstrous creatures all across the vastness of Dorakis, always aiming to follow in a similar line of service to the Patriarchy. Darsi, on the other hand, was much more enamored by the cultural liveliness of his people, aspiring to become a brewer and herbalist like his mother Carmessi. During the boys’ early years, they each took up their desired fields of skillsets from one of their parents, Dosi training daily with his father, and Darsi with his mother. Time went on, and the two quickly displayed their talents for their respective works.

Fast forward some years. By the time the twins were in their teens, their parents had begun slowing down their training them and focusing more on the Patriarchy, which they were disheartened by. The Ruuk Patriarchy had been dwindling in numbers and resources at that point in time, and needed to focus on stockpiling resources. Darsi had learned how to brew quite a few drinks and incenses, and even helped domesticate a newly hatched Gimian Skora – a twin-tailed scorpion - for the Patriarchy to use as a service creature, which Dosi had helped his older brother and father to recover from a nest. They named her Karkada, after not much thought. While the twins understood their parents’ relocation of attention, they still wanted to perfect their skills. Thus, they asked to spend some time with their aunt Goka, who lived topside as an Omnik (a Dorak who has chosen not to serve a Patriarchy) atop a Varaka Bertis, along with many other experienced masters of Dorak traditions and practices. While it took some convincing and pleading, and a promise to visit every once in a while, the twins eventually got their wish. They next morning they bid the Patriarchy and Karkada farewell, and met with their aunt a short walk away.

The next seven years in the twins’ lives were spent riding atop a Varaka Bertis, living with Goka. She was firm friends with some very stories individuals – hunters, brewers, crafters, herbalists, bomb makers, so on and so forth. She’d gotten them to agree to train the boys to the best of their abilities. Some were happy to pass on their knowledge and techniques, while others were a little lazy about the whole ordeal. Whatever the case, Darsi and Dosi both began training under masters that same day. Darsi took up a job as a brewer’s assistant, serving the lively community atop the Varaka Bertis with new recipes for drinks and dishes he learned, all the while practicing his other skills when he was free. Dosi joined up with a hunting group who tracked down and cleared out troublesome nests and hives, and brought back the spoils for their fellow Dorak to enjoy, learning as well to craft his own material goods like weapons and armor. The twins worked well together – Dosi went out to kill insects and gather plants and brought them back to Darsi, who used most of the resources to make food, drinks and incenses, and the unusable materials he gave back to his brother to craft into goods. The two were quickly becoming masters themselves, impressive for two Dorak at such a young age. They visited their Patriarchy frequently, bringing with them plentiful resources to help them in their trying times, for which they were grateful. But there was always an underlying sense of wanderlust between the two that made them want to see what lied beyond Dorakis. They talked and dreamed of it, but that’s all they ever did. Talk and dream. Beyond their wondering, they continued with their work. It was a productive life that the twins cherished. The good times, however, eventually came to an end.

A tragedy fell upon the Ruuk Patriarchy one night when Damatas and Maliko were leading a burrowing expansion to make for more storage room. They unknowingly burrowed right into a dormant nest of Araki Dimos – Devil Spiders. The group was unprepared to face the creatures, and thus, lost several members. Among the victims, to the horror and sadness of Damatas and the rest of the Patriarchy, was Maliko, who was slated to inherit the role of Patriarch upon the former’s passing. The day after this event, Damatas sent for Darsi and Dosi to return home immediately, and of course, they did. After a brief period of mourning, Damatas explained to the twins that, with Maliko gone, one of them had to take his place as heir to the Patriarchy. And they had to decide who. The issue was, however, that [i]neither[/i] of them wished to take over upon their father’s passing, whenever that may be. They’d grown far too accustomed to their lives topside, and had even been considering assuming Omnik status. As expected, their father was both disheartened and angered by this, reminding them that their youngest brother Koba was far too young to assume the role himself. Everything got more and more heated from that point onward. The argument eventually ended on a poor note, and Damatas resigned for the night, postponing the issue. The twins stuck around in their old den and talked the whole situation over. And after quite some thought, they decided on a course of action.

The next morning, the twins were gone. They’d left a note explaining how neither of them wanted to be forced into the role of Patriarch, and how that they had officially declared themselves Omnik. They went further than that, however. After leaving with Karkada in tow – now fully grown and fitted with a small hut on her shell – they returned to Goka and explained the problem to her. She told them that Damatas would most likely have the Patriarchy come and drag them back home. Thus, she presented them with a solution – leave Dorakis. Travel around Tithe for a bit. Think things over, come back when Damatas had mellowed some. Goka said if he came around, she’d do her best to keep him from finding out where they’d gone. She herself had traveled the land some in her youth, and it was an experience she couldn’t recommend on any higher degree. In the end, the twins agreed to follow up on her suggestion with a bit of an added goal. They suddenly aspired to become merchants. Make a bit of a living outside instead of just sightseeing. They took all of their belongings and resources, stocked them up atop Karkada, hugged Goka goodbye, and set out for the borders of Dorakis.

[b]Family:[/b]

[list][*] Carmessi Ruuk, 43 (mother)
[*] Damatas Ruuk, 46 (father)
[*] Darsi Ruuk. 21 (twin brother)
[*] Koba Ruuk, 14 (younger brother)
[*] Lakshmi Ruuk, 25 (older sister)
[*] Maliko Ruuk, 26 (eldest brother, deceased)
[*] Sangessa Ruuk, 17 (younger sister)
[*] Tava Ruuk, 15 (youngest sister)[/list]

[b]Relationships:[/b] 

[b]| Darsi Ruuk | Great | Twin Brother |[/b] “Everything Darsi and I are, we owe to each other. I know I wouldn’t be who I am without him. And whatever happens to us out there… I hope we can both benefit from it for when we go back home. And we have to go back [i]eventually[/i].”

[b]Weapons:[/b] Dosi carries a reinforced battle staff with him at all times. Made from the densest wood to be found in Dorakis (which isn’t saying much, seeing as there’s only so few kinds of trees there that grow in hard-to-reach spots, but it’s still sturdy enough to be usable today), and strung about with spider silk bands and sharp ornaments taken from the spoils of past hunts. He also carries with him a small bundle of compact throwing spears (maximum of five in a quiver), all affixed with thorns from some other dangerous creature back in Dorakis, which he also coats with Karkada’s extracted venom to give them a bit more lethality.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Dosi is much more capable in combat than his brother. Swift, agile, quick to respond, Dosi is vastly experienced with fighting in both enclosed spaces and open areas. However, his experience falls primarily on hunting large, hostile creatures, and not individual soldiers (especially soldiers with guns). However, Dosi is nothing but adaptable, and he has sparred with other Dorak in the past for fun, so he’s confident in his ability to handle such situations if they ever arise.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Dosi’s vision is much the same as Darsi’s, and every other Dorak for that matter. Save for, however, that his senses aren’t clogged by the residue of copious incenses (he doesn’t partake in them as much as his brother does). Dosi is intent on becoming a merchant, but seeing as he has no idea how outside trade values work, he might be easily scammed the first few times until he learns how much his stock is really worth.

[b]Companion:[/b] Darsi and Dosi both ride atop a Gimian Skora – a gigantic, female, twin-tailed scorpion – named Karkada. Armored in a sturdy black shell with white fur packed between the crevices, Karkada is an imposing creature to behold. The twins raised her since she was a hatchling and, with the use of expertly crafted pacifying incenses, managed to tame her and turn her into a loyal companion. Thanks to Karkada’s sheer size and strength, she can carry the weight equivalent of a small, one-room hut atop her shell – which, incidentally, she does. Darsi and Dosi use her as a pack mule, a mobile home, and bodyguard when they are traveling through dangerous areas. Karkada, unfortunately, had her stingers removed when she was young, a precaution taken in case she ever attacked the family. Her venom glands still remain however, which Darsi uses in some of his concoctions, and Dosi coats his spears with the lethal substance.

[b]Other:[/b] Dosi sells more practical items than Darsi, including Doraki weapons such as battle staves, throwing spears, bows, and arrows. Along with them, he sells plates and guards made from the bodily remains of insects from Dorakis, all in well-kept condition. The rest of his stock is miscellaneous wares and crafts, none of which would really interest a wayward mercenary or someone of the like.

And he, too, has no idea who the [i]hell[/i] Polaris or the Red Legion are.[/hider]
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[b]Name:[/b] Lord of Owls
[b]Age:[/b] ???
[b]Gender:[/b] ???
[b]Species:[/b] ???
[b]Kingdom of Origin:[/b] ???

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] We know not its true face. It hides it all too well.

[b]Attire:[/b] The demon hides its visage behind a mask made to depict a sinister owl, with darkened feathers, a jagged beak, and wide, blank eyes. It is dressed in a mismatch of ornate robes and cloaks, all of unknown make and manufacture.

[b]Personality:[/b] A vile thing. Wants naught to act but for its own desires. No one knows its truest intentions.

[b]Hobbies/interests:[/b] It is a collector. Keeper. Knowledge seeker. It strives to uncover the most well kept secrets of the Red Legion. By abducting their soldiers. Working its way to their Generals.

[b]Skills:[/b] The Lord of Owls is as it is named to be – silent and unseen. It hunts the Red Legion in the night and burrows its way into their minds with archaic needles and contraptions. It knows well the bodies of Tithe, as if it has picked and plucked its way through all of them.

[b]Backstory:[/b] The siege. The subjugation. The abduction. The Red Legion knows full well their crimes. Following far behind them, a horrid shadow that recalls their actions. Months prior, it began its work. Stalking patrols and encampments in the dead of night. Forcing his image into the nightmares of the slumbering. Breaking down the incorporeal walls. The Generals play it off as ghost story. Someone playing a game. But they know they have lost men to this demon. A scant few have returned, shaken and horrified, unfit for further duty. They say it has a goal. They say it wants to tear asunder the Red Legion from the inside out. They are told to never speak of it again. But amidst the ranks, the rumors persist.

They saw its mask and named it the Lord of Owls.

[b]Family:[/b] ???

[b]Relationships:[/b] Who would dare associate themselves with this creature?

[b]Weaponry:[/b] Needles. Archaic contraptions. Horrifying devices built solely for the torment and suffering of others. All of which play as mere pathways for its illusions to convey.

[b]Abilities:[/b] It may wield its nightmarish devices, but it possesses a greater power – that which stems from the fear of those who face the demon. Illusions, conjurations, lies and whispers, it utilizes all of these terrible things to break down the psyche of its prey. And when they are most vulnerable, it takes them away. And it deprives them of their secrets.

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] A soldier claimed he saw the Lord of Owls once, during a patrol. It stalked him and his compatriots in the night. Two were stolen away. But the remaining soldier fended off the demon with naught but a torch. The next light, there was no trace of its being there. But the two soldiers were still missing. The rest are somewhat at ease knowing it cannot, or will not, hunt in the day.

[b]Companion:[/b] The demon hunts alone. Much to the fortune of many a Red Legion soldier.

[b]Other:[/b] Polaris knows of the demon. He passes it off as a superstitious conjuration by naught but his men and their fearful minds. He is mistaken. The Lord of Owls will come for him. And the other Generals as well.[/hider]