[center] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [IMG]http://i64.tinypic.com/2nl8fpv.png[/IMG] ------------------------------------------------ [code]Mayor's house[/code] ------------------------------------------------ [sub][@Trainerblue192][@Achronum][@Kazemitsu][@Rultaos][/sub] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ [/center] [center]S’venia felt a presence enter the mayor's office and turned to see the Luvalon commander had arrived. S’venia listened as the overly cheerful Luvalon commander offered her pleasantry. S’venia stood, posture perfect, in silence for a few seconds as she looked over the commander. Her eyes flowed over the intricate, yet sturdy, breastplate “Strong and durable,” S’venia thought as her eyes shifted more northward, “scale armor underneath,” she continued as her eyes shifted to the arm guards, “ornate but well crafted,” she finished her thought. “[i][b]We are made all the stronger by your presence, Beatrix,[/b][/i] “ S’venia paused as she shot out her free arm, “[i][b]your exploits travel far and wide,[/b][/i]” S’venia finished with a smirk. As they shook arms S’venia looked past the commander and saw a second commander was fast approaching. “[i][b]Head over to war table,[/b][/i]” S’venia started as a smirk appeared, “[i][b]and remember, Roffella is Goddess to us all and not just those who worship her,[/b][/i]” she finished as she let go of her arm; with the smirk disappearing as she did. As S’venia let Beatrix move past her as she scanned the approaching commander. Tan, with an average build and less than ideal armor, S’venia smiled as she saw her cavalry commander striding towards "T[i][b]he League of Kyrantes also honors the pact made with the Council of Seven, and have answered the summons,[/b][/i]” the commander started as he entered the building. "[i][b]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?[/b][/i]" The smile quickly vanished from her face. “Greetin-” S’venia started yet, the sudden and high-pitched voice of her Lalafell commander pierced through the air cutting her off. "[i][b]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,[/b][/i]” the small creature asked. It took S’venia a second to adjust her vision to the commander, but when she centered her eyes on River all emotion left her face. “[i][b]Yes,[/b][/i]” S’venia paused as she walked over to a table to the immediate left of the door, “[i][b]I have been made aware,[/b][/i]” she paused, “[i][b]not three hours ago, my scouts returned from their search,[/b][/i]” S’venia used her free hand to grab what appeared to be a cloth with a sigil on it, “[i][b]they had run into a caravan a few days prior. The caravan leader spoke of the aftermath of a great battle. They told a tale of Elves,[/b][/i]” she paused as she grabbed and tossed the blood-soaked sigil, a dove overtop a bow, of the Grass Warriors towards River, before grabbing a second sigil that lay next to it, “[i][b]and of Atala soldiers,[/b][/i]” she paused as she tossed the equally bloody sigil towards Cyterius, “[i][b]strewn across the road, cut down like they were cattle heading for the slaughter with nary a drop of their enemies blood on their own weapons,[/b][/i]” she paused as she turned her body towards the three commanders, “[i][b]my scouts have yet to make contact with the Iron legion as well,[/b][/i]” pausing as she scanned the commanders, “a[i][b]s it stands we are the army. The soldiers we arrived with are our only ones,[/b][/i]” she paused as she moved towards the door, closing it one effortless motion “[i][b]take care of your soldiers, no silly games that might cause injury,[/b][/i]” she paused as she shifted her focus to Beatrix, before returning it to the group as a whole, “[i][b]and no surprises. We need to set up our guard rotation,[/b][/i]” S’venia paused as she walked over to the war table, “[i][b]come, we have much to discuss,[/b][/i]” she finished as she turned around, back to the door. As she began to point at an object on the war table, the door swung open and a monstrous figure entered the scene “[i][b]Kharne,[/b][/i]” S’venia started, “[i][b]I was wondering when you would arrive,[/b][/i]” she paused as she turned her focus to the other commanders, “[i][b]this one is tasked with keeping us safe from harm, and his skill-set is quite all encompassing,[/b][/i]” she finished as she once again returned her attention to the map before her. The next few hours were spent around said table. The first order of business was hashed out rather quickly where it was agreed that the guard rotations were to be a mix of soldiers from each faction spread out along the perimeter. A curious question from a curious person regarding the process of finding the Goddess drew the ire of S’venia. She quickly drew the Goddess sword and showed them just how they were to do it. During these few hours, S’venia assigned cooking responsibilities to the Luvalon chefs. In her own words, S’venia described the stories of their cooking exploits as something that “[i]was hard to believe,[/i]” and to “[i]have them prove me wrong.[/i]” Eventually, after they had finished discussing things as they pertained to the camp, they got right into the important stuff. “[i][b]After we break camp here, in two days' time, we are to head to the town of V’alnor,[/b][/i]” S’venia paused as she pointed to a location on the map, “[i][b]it’s a two-day journey for us and we will restock there, your Luna Falcons will serve as our forward party,[/b][/i]” S’venia paused as she turned her focus to the other commanders once again, “[i][b]now that we have that out of the way, let us discuss our strategy for battle,[/b][/i]” she paused as she looked towards the door, “[i][b]I have heard what makes your soldiers strong yet we are more limited in our manpower now than I had ever envisioned as possible. As such, our battle plans are going to need flexibility in their execution,[/b][/i]” she paused as she righted her posture. “[i][b]How can I best use your forces in our limited manner,[/b][/i]” she asked as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, “[i][b]and any other questions, I know I presented you with a lot of information over these past few hours,[/b][/i]” she finished. A chill began to fall on the camp as the group talked. While it was already cold, this chill felt unnatural.[/center]