[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Dawn
[b]Location:[/b] River Fairy Kingdom - Dark Elf camp
[b]Interaction with:[/b] O'Ner[sub][@Eviledd1984][/sub], Azriel[sub][@Tae][/sub] and Umber[sub][@FunnyGuy][/sub]
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Xenelith was hunched over a make-shift desk, observing the map of the River Kingdom. Special carved pieces denoted the presence of rebels, his own Dark Elf troops and various other possible forces. On the side rested a whole bucket of zombies. To be used to mark the coming hordes’ flow. Various reports laid around on the map. Rebel activity, resources, scout reports. There weren’t many of them but in the coming forty hours it’d grow to a mountain. From here he would lead the war and rule through the right of conquest. Such was the Dark Elf way. Behind him stood a more complex device of pulleys, gears, chains and hourglasses. One hourglass was marked with a particular piece and was the only one running. Through Xenelith knew Leandron wouldn’t be back in two hours.

He didn’t expect any important news to arrive before then. But it did in the form of a hurried Dark Elf and an unexpected Amoras, bearing Aklenroth’s crest. Xenelith sped out of his tent. Ferra and his other three wolves were quick to follow behind him. He instantly recognized Umber and Azriel. Them separated would’ve made it guesswork, but there were only so many dark angels and demons working together. The undead he did not recognize. [b]“Gentlemen, my lady.”[/b] He greeted in the traditional Dark Elf fashion: slamming his fist against his chest. [b]“I'm Commander Xenelith. I did not expect any of you, though your presence is greatly appreciated.”[/b] He stood at ease again. As far as he knew, none of them outranked him. And if they did, it couldn’t be by much. He bid them to walk with him towards the tent with the map. [b]“I’ve found some rebels here last night. There were three fairies and a demi-human fox. There were also two humans with them. A terra- and pyromancer. I’ve got sketches in my tent.”[/b] Then he stopped talking, allowing the others to talk about their own mission.