[center][h2] [color=DarkGray]The Lycan Covenant[/color] [/h2] [/center]

Vlath paused for a moment as he absorbed the news, concern flashed across his face but it was quickly replaced with confidence. The voidcaller beckoned Basir, Mex and Grash to step-forward from the crowd, his voice dropped to a urgent whisper as he addressed them "Mex,Basir. You two will take the children and those too fragile to fight north, Mex send scouts back to this location to see the results of the battle, if we are victorious return. If not , I trust you will lead the survivors well, prepare a sacrifice to seek the Gods guidance if you must but our race shall not fall to these brutes." After issuing his orders he waved the two chieftains away as they collected the children and the weak from the settlement. 

After several moments Vlath turned to those who remained, male and female, young or old, those who could fight had stayed. He raised his voice so it was clear to everyone nearby, perhaps the Ogres could even hear if they were close enough "Brothers and Sisters! The God's have smiled upon us today! I have been given a small blessing as a sign of their confidence! This small blessing will grow and spread to you all, do you know what the God's have demanded in return? The blood of the lesser races! These heretics that attack us now, they are not a threat, no they are but lambs that have been lead to slaughter by the Gods! If each of you stay and fight for your Gods, we will vastly outnumber them! Even those who fall today shall find favour with the Gods and will become their vanguards in death until their inevitable return to this realm! So stand with me, brothers and sisters of the void, and we shall purge these heretics in righteous slaughter!" The Voidcaller ended his speech in a deafening howl, then he turned to the Ogres attacking from the west.

 In a fluid movement he removed his robe, revealing a simple black tunic and trousers, along with the pulsating red and purple tattoos that ran along his body. Now the voidcaller outstretched his clawed hands and grasped for the power he had been granted, chanting under his breath he willed his magics  to move through his hands and directly at the first waves of their enemy.


The lycans behind Vlath organized themselves as much as possible before the Ogres arrived, with the more experienced warriors such as the Bloodfangs standing with Vlath at the front, while those that had little true combat experience stood towards the back. No matter where they stood, they all bared their fangs or weapons at their incoming enemy with ferocity in their eyes, then with a nod from the voidcaller, Grash Bloodfang howled "CHARGE!"