Those gifted in shielding magicks immediately broke off from Tataru's group. Each waddled off, holding grimoire in hand, towards the edges of the village. A few smiled towards the Assimars who were already placing wards around the encampment, some just kept forwards with the mindset of the job at hand. Alka, the head scholar, pressed his finger against his ear [color=green]"On my mark. 3...2...1...Now!"[/color] All the lalafells currently surrounding the village simultaneously swept their hands across their grimoire open page. Green light radiated from the book as it shimmered onto their palm. Alka spoke once more [color=green]"Now cast!"[/color] The group slammed their hands down into the earth, green lines of energy shooting off from one mages palm towards the next, all interconnecting until the final lines merged. Each caster felt the final connection and threw their hands up towards the sky, a shimmering translucent green barrier emerged like a dome over the village, hexagonal pieces interlocking to form this new shell of protection. This sort of magick was typically done on a smaller scale, a personal sheild for a soldier or a small dome to house 7; it took the combined might of each one to even attempt erecting one for a village. Each Lalafell sat down exhausted by the event, the ley lines of this village seemed weaker than what they were used to employing and must now rest to regain their strength.

 While the shields were being erected, another group headed off to explore the state of the people. Stopping by and mending wounds of those who may of been injured in battle, an accident, or any other way. The people needed to be in the best shape incase of an incoming attack. A few lay wounded, the healers weaving their magicks to stitch them shut before moving onto the next. Others were helping to stable the mounts, getting their rest area set up to ensure it was all ready for when River arrived back from his meeting, as well as the exhausted soldiers who laid down the barrier. 

 As one diviner was doing her rounds, helping heal those in need, she noticed something odd in the sky. Two stars flickered before her and then snuffed out. She could feel the light of the heavenly bodies fade away into nothingness as a void of darkness filled their spot. Instantly she was filled with worry and began to run after River, searching for where he could be. Her black dress, embroidered with star motifs, swayed as she ran towards him finally calling to him using their pearl earrings for communication. [Color=yellow]"I need to speak to you at once. Where are you?"[/color] Rivers face grew grim at the sound of her tone, something must be dreadfully wrong. He quickly conjured up a sparrow and had it fly overhead, finding her and guiding her to him. [Color=aqua]"What seems to be the issue?"[/color] [color=yellow]"I fear our tardy comrades will not be making it tonight...if at all. The heavens spoke to me, two stars faded to darkness. I fear they gave been consumed by our new enemy, or have fallen to a horrible fate."[/color] River pondered what she had told him and dismissed her back to her duties. He [i]really[/i] needed to see the commander now.

 [color=peru]"Commander Cyterius Yranov, Honored Lady. My blades, my men, and our horses are at your disposal, Commander S'venia. Now then... what are we here to discuss though the rest of the Council's forces have not arrived yet?"[/color] River spoke soon after, entering the room with urgency. [Color=aqua]"Commander S'venia, as I'm sure you may be aware, and if you are not I apologize for the shock, but I fear the rest of the forces may not be arriving. Have we heard any word from them?"[/color]