Erebus continued to remain silent for the Planning. Still standing as a statue with his two chosen. While they made no moves and spoke no words, their presence could hardly be ignored. Not only by their Magical aura that snuffs all Mortals unfamiliar with the Ancient arts, but also by their figure so different from the other men in the room. Erebus didn't know if the others even knew what forces he had been deployed with or the grand feat that can only be described as miracles that they could accomplish. Erebus made sure to enlighten them. Completely coming out of no where, the stationary Iron clad Giant spoke up again. Continuing the Duke's mention of siege units. Again his voice boomed like thunder inside the tent. The dust around him jumped and danced as if to appease the War Master.

[color=f26522]"The troops I bring with me can be assigned to any unit that seems fit for their use. My Chosen that you see before you can be sent to assist the Front line with myself, aiding any Heavy Infantry. Such as the Hoplites and the Famed ScaleGuard. My Holy Knights can also be situated behind those lines to provide aid in the arts of Restoration Magic. While my War Mages..."[/color]

Erebus's eyes, the fire that only showed through his Helmet, finally moved to look at the Duke. "[color=f26522]My War mages can offer long range artillery to the enemy. We will see how well those Auxiliaries fight after witnessing their strongest blades melt down to a liquid pool of metal and their flesh fall off their bones, leaving nothing but a small pile of Ash to continue their so honored legacy...[/color]" 

The War Master's tone turned from serious to excited quite fast. He caught himself and settled down, remaining silent with his eyes now trained at the Orc leader.