[b][center]Tribus Osla Roth, Trbus Ollexia[/center][/b]

In the plains south of lake Silus, Braddin of the Ollixian tribes and Brilles of the Osla Roth were hunting along with a small party of companions and guards. They were tracking down their hound who was off chasing after a stag. When they caught up to their vicious dogs, they found that they had held the stag down as it trashed and kicked, trying to escape their jaws. Braddin took out his knife and slit the stag's neck. It took a while for the stag to die, fighting with every ounce of its energy before it died. Braddin inspected the horns and called one of the members of the party to his side. 

"Take this back to camp and have it skinned and it's meat prepared. I want it's skull cleaned and made into a new standard. We shall be home tommorow morning. By then I want a feast from it and the other deer we caught. Have Uller cook it." Braddin ordered. The man immediately lifted the lifeless deer as its blood dripped all over him. 

As he ran off into the distance, Braddin turned his attention to Brilles. 
"Have you made a decision yet?" He asked. 

"But I have much too many enemies to the north and to the east to start another war with the western Roths. How would do you expect me to field an army and send them west when my enemies stand at my gateway?" Brilles said. 

"I would take care of this boy, I have a plan in motion that would distract both long enough for us to start and end our campaign without much worry from them." Braddin said, as he whipped the blood from his blade. Braddin has made a deal with a Kurgan warchief named Lomarr of the Polliki Kurgan noble family. Braddin would pay for an army that Lomarr would command. He would then attack the Frissians and retreat back to the lands of the clanns. This would cause conflict for the three of them, one way or another. 

"Would you mind telling me this plan of yours Braddin?" Brilles asked. 

"In time, my friend. In time." Braddin said.

Brilles now became very suspicious of the Ollexian warchief but he could not resist the opportunity to reunite the Roths, the biggest tribe in the land, under his rule. One part of him said it was a trap but he knew that Braddin was pressured by the church to expand the influence of Katholism in Latinium. 

"I'll have to this more thought Braddin, I cannot risk the safety of my people." Brilles said, giving Braddin an unsatisfied look. 

"Very well then Brilles, very well. You would still be joining me for the feast tommorow, yes?" Braddin asked. 

"Of course, it would be rude to turn down a generous host." Brilles answered. 

"Excellent my friend, for now, let us continue the hunt." Braddin said, leaching his dogs. They were soon on the trail of another animal, this time a boar.