Bane stood upon the grass facing the tent flap to which he was about to open. Inside the tent was familiar, his home away from home, a place where he could be himself and not [i]him[/i]. Outside the tent and in the world, was a far fetched place that was beginning to blur. Who was him though? The soldier, the warrior, the champion and worst of all, [i]hero[/i]. A completely different person then his true self Bane thought and he hated it. That's not to say he hadn't liked who he was but everything changed when Frelion died. On the contrary before that event he was most noble and in many ways the embodiment of all the Order of the Three lights stood for against the threat of its enemies. Afterwards and even now he did not feel right. This feeling did not effect him physically but mentally he was fighting for the truth behind his very purpose. 

He let these thoughts slip from his mind as he became him again. Maybe even for the last time, then he chuckled, like that was going to happen. He pushed aside the tent flap to face the encampment to which he was stationed too. In truth he commanded some of these men along with several other generals and officers. The camp itself was incredibly large and located on a hill that overlooked the plains of Discord. On odd name given the fact that it was perfectly normal besides the fact that it housed a Warlock city called Scar'eltah. Rumor had it that it contained something vitally important the the cause and what better way to get at it then raiding the place.

"Commander Bane! Commander Bane is that you? Lord Bane! Why are you ignoring me?!" A feminine voice called out from the already noisy camp, to which he tried to ignore but alas it was too late, his trainee had found him and her name was Lordath.

To be more precise she was thrown at him and told to obey whatever he said. She seldom did that when it came to important matters saying that "It is vital for me to learn everything that you do so that one day we have more soldiers like you!" Which was complete bullshit because there already was soldiers like him. The real deal was that she was from some noble family who thought the idea of having a paladin for a daughter was a grand idea. The Order had no choice but to accept because the family payed and a lot. She knew how to fight just like Bane did but she had a lot more to learn before she would actually be on par with him. The real problem was that she was just annoying and didn't know when to be quiet.

Lordath caught up to Bane in a couple of seconds within in sighting him and a volley of questions were fired like; Where are we going? When does the fighting start? Does this breastplate look good on me? And on and on. Bane would never get use to the fact that she was annoying but he was learning to tolerate it, somewhat. After awhile of this they neared the main tent where the final battle plans would be told and then the raid. Joy.

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A mile away in the city of Scar'eltah stood a women with blazing eyes. Her delicate frame was leaning up against a railing overlooking the walls and the plain of Discord. A smile etched onto her beautifully pale face then as the steady breeze blew through her hair.
"They'll be here soon.." Said Kiara, Mistress of Flame.