[i]Mighty War Master... We are deploying you to the Maw. With a small detachment of Battle Mages from the Coven. About 20 men, of course you are granted to bring as many Chosen as you want, but you already know the level of danger of this mission by us sending you to this battle. Pick wisely... The Counsel request you to Capture all High ranking officials of the Empire, instead of bringing them to their death.

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Why does the Counsel make this bold Request? Are we not enemies to the Empire? They Dare send their Angel of Death and ask mercy of him!?
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Watch your tongue War Master! There is bigger plans happening beyond your comprehension. Bigger than even mines. You have your Orders War Master. Your purpose remains unchanged, you will smite the Warriors of the Empire with complete and total prejudice. Gather the Men tonight, you will be off to the Maw in the Morning. You are Dismissed War Master...

Erebus slammed his Gauntlet to his Armor's chest piece. A sign of Respect from those of the Coven. Turning slowly walking away from his Superior. [color=f26522]Honor comes in so many forms. Apparently in a century, I still yet to understand all of them, General.[/color][/i]
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Erebus arrived to the Camp later than all his Allies that would fight in this battle. His unit arrived ahead of some of the Logistical carts that were sent by the Counsel. All the Battle Mages were riding Large armor clad War Horses. Taller than any Men and more heavily armored than most men could carry. Each of them were painted Midnight black, contrasting their Rider's ceremonial Armor and Robes. They quickly began to make Preparations, while Erebus rode off with the other leaders to the Parley.

He let the Nobles speak, he didn't have any say in these Matter's and felt nothing he could say was relevant. Alaric spoke the truth, there was no winning the Battle. If their was, Erebus wouldn't have been called to participate in this battle. Everything said was expected. Of course both sides were unwavering. This battle was going to be had, regardless if one or the other wanted it to. What wasn't expected was the Green skin to attack one of the officers. While it didn't really matter to him, Erebus had his orders. If he can help it, none of the High Ranking officers were to be saved and captured. The three bolts flew across the air, suddenly snapping midair and falling into the ground before it could hit the attended target. As the Ork ran scared, Rexus's horse bucked, feeling the Magic applied behind it. Erebus turned and slowly began to trod back to his Camp. Not staying long enough to see Rexus's reaction.


At the Strategy tent, Erebus stood further back from the allied commander's table. Two of his Chosen Flanking him, their Massive Blades dug into the ground and their Palms resting at the pommel. He wasn't in the position to lead the allied forces, just his own men. A dedicated auxiliary force. 

After the Comment made by the Ork and  Florian Józef Czaja's remark about the Green Skins. Erebus spoke out, his voicing deep and booming. Just a extension of the Power in his veins. [color=f26522]"What do you know of the Green Skins? They are savage, but are not unintelligent in the matter's of war. Almost a century ago they laid the [i]Sleeping dawn [/i] in siege and killed hundreds of Battle mages. A cruel but necessary lesson for the Counsel in humility and underestimation of Enemy forces. Most of my Kin slaughtered by assuming the Orcs were little but savage beasts... I am not not here to command any of your forces, but I agree with Florian. Not because the Orc's mannerisms, but their force they bring and their style of fighting is not suited for such light auxiliary units we currently will face."[/color]

Erebus stood still like a statue. His Flaming red eyes didn't move when he spoke, as if he was addressing no one.